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I wish I could make a livejournal friend's list dedicated to people I obsessively hate. Isn't that creepy?
So I was just thinking that.
I was also thinking, while I was reading sociology, that I'm really working toward the wrong major. But everyone knows this. College is preparing me for a life of unfulfilled prospects, with the included bonus of me having chosen it that way. THAT'S why I have to push myself to do my homework, and that's why I write innane journal entries about whorehouses, and that's why I have 127 life goals (check with Nate, I might be off by a few) so far--- because I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything. I'm stagnate. Misquitoes (sp, you try to do it) could breed inside of me, and I could single-handedly spread Malaria (#128). And Luc, Mace, I already know your response to this. I've got this one handled. But, feel free to comment.
I really wish I was a ghostbuster, because ghostbusters have a close network of friends, pull with authorities, an interesting job, and relatively easy problems to solve as long as there is a vacuum near by.