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9.21.2006

Mocha.

Here I am, skipping math yet again. I just hate the class so much. I hate her accent so much.

Do you know the feeling you get when you drag your fingers across a chalk board? You get a shivery feeling and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. Oh, lord. Every time a word falls out of her mouth, I get the feeling. On Tuesday, I wanted to die. No exaggeration.

So, here I am skipping. Yay. Her attendance policy is really lenient, and she often forgets to take attendance as it is. I'm not worried, but I really ought to stop skipping.

I was kinda running late this morning, too. This made the decision to skip the easy ticket out. Oh, god I hate her class so much.

I'm watching Eddie Izzard as I type this, and I really like him. I think he's delightfully funny. Blaspheme, Blass for you. ROFL. I love his accent, and I love his cross-dressing. He's great.

Having a bad hair day today. Kinda crazy, but I don't care. I've tried so many different products on my hair, and I can't find something that does exactly what I want. Kinda disappointing.

So, there are some cute guys on campus. It's very nice... and most of them are big homos. One of them is skateboarding right now, but I think that he's batting for the other team.

Why do all hotel rooms have a Bible in them? At least in America, anyway... I haven't paid attention internationally.

I guess I'm going to NYC for the turn of the new year. Should be pretty cool. Nice to get plastered in Time Square. Really excited. Can't wait.

Okay, so skateboard dude is borderline annoying. The way the courtyard is, it's kinda obnoxious. The courtyard is a series of concrete squares, pieced intricately together to make a geometric design which is really quite pleasant. Should I have a helicopter, and be able to hover over the school, it would be quite pretty... however, anyway. He goes 'clopclopclop' every time his wheels hit a seem. He's got a nice ass... I'll forgive.

It's getting colder everyday. I don't particularly care for it. Fast forward through fall. Really dislike that.

Well, I've been talking a lot to Erik, which isn't at all uncommon in its own right, however our subject matter is entertaining. We're getting increasingly entrepreneurial in our old ages, and we both want to start our own businesses. He wants to do some laser engraving company, or some coffee distribution enterprise, or some wedding planning thing... all depending on what mood you catch him in. I believe that he'd succeed should only he get his mind made up.

Well, I still want to do my hydrogen thing. Every time I think of how much I hate Dr. Jie Chen, I think of how much I'd love to succeed without having to deal with her ever again.

Now, I'm sure that she's a very nice person; however she belongs at my Laundromat wherein she can clean my suits. Or, even better, she can make me some Orange Chicken. Muahahahaha. As long as she doesn't drive on the same road as me.

Also, I'd like to travel to London again. Preferably take a semester over there. I'd love it. I have to start looking into that more. I figure if I up and moved my life to the Boston area without so much as a fleeting though, I'd be able to capture international without minimal synapse activity. But, do I want to get involved with some program, or do I want to risk it, and go on my own. What problem can't be solved by throwing money at it? Perhaps something hugely philosophical, but fuck that.

Fuck. Who am I kidding? I want to move over there. I'm done with the U.S. and the small-minded America. I'd trade some freedoms and move to England than put up with America for much longer. It's just a more progressive mindset.

I'm getting started on US politics. Oh, I could go for hours. I've lost hope that any other candidate besides me can accomplish all that I'd like to see proposed.

New topic.

I got into a long conversation with one of my roommates last night about religion. Oh, what a wonderful way to make money, like Scientology. Or, perhaps even control the population, like Christianity. Or, make the lives of peasants slightly enjoying their lives, with Buddhism. Really intriguing.

Well, tis time for economics class. Ciao.

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