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So I'm here halfway thought "Brazil" and a 12 pack of PBR stumbling on my keyboard thinking writing is important, right? Well, Starbucks is ok. Another day another latte. School couldn't be any better, mostly because of my own fault. Smoking is still more enjoyable than fucking. My car is still fast enough to kill me, I've almost confirmed that twice. I hope to sell my property in Mexico to travel around the world when I graduate next year. I hope to keep taking advantage of my bourgeoisie status as long as possible. Good night Frank.