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Ok, I was going to write about how my my insurance agent, who is working on her neurology degree and will be in school at least as long as me, and LAUGHED when she found out that Brittany is waisting her time and money on a class for a nothing "carreer" that she could have just took a test for right out of high school, but I wrote plenty about that in reply to the comment someone anonymously left me on my last journal. Appearently people don't want to read my thoughts and feelings and comments on my life, and want me only to write about happy things instead of using this space to vent. I thought this was my journal. I liked it here because I thought I could write whatever I wanted to however I wanted to without being sensored. I guess not. I will just come back when I have something good to say then.