Good Times
I'm glad to see that my journal has finally returned to normal. War banners have been exchanged for flags of peace and everyone's happy.
I've reached a crossroads (metaphorically speaking; not the Britney Spears movie of the same name). I've decided that I'm not going into the utterly boring world of mechanical engineering. Instead, I'm either going to go into photojournalism or go into psychology, which would eventually lead me to a career in the FBI. Man, the FBI would be so sweet.
I've often thought about being either an FBI agent or a CIA clandestine operations officer (operative), but I'd really screw up if I was in the CIA. I'd be on some mission in Eastern Europe, bone some hot chick, blab my mission while I'm drilling her, and then BAM! I wake up dead the next morning.
Well, anyways, I'm going to go and do some reading. I've decided that I'll use SparkNotes for "Wuthering Heights," because that is the worst book I've ever started. All it is is some stupid British snobs complaining about stuff. Oh, so you'd rather have $1.5 billion instead of $1.4 billion? Rich British bastards. I'm just glad we whooped your asses in the Revolution.
I've reached a crossroads (metaphorically speaking; not the Britney Spears movie of the same name). I've decided that I'm not going into the utterly boring world of mechanical engineering. Instead, I'm either going to go into photojournalism or go into psychology, which would eventually lead me to a career in the FBI. Man, the FBI would be so sweet.
I've often thought about being either an FBI agent or a CIA clandestine operations officer (operative), but I'd really screw up if I was in the CIA. I'd be on some mission in Eastern Europe, bone some hot chick, blab my mission while I'm drilling her, and then BAM! I wake up dead the next morning.
Well, anyways, I'm going to go and do some reading. I've decided that I'll use SparkNotes for "Wuthering Heights," because that is the worst book I've ever started. All it is is some stupid British snobs complaining about stuff. Oh, so you'd rather have $1.5 billion instead of $1.4 billion? Rich British bastards. I'm just glad we whooped your asses in the Revolution.