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Ah, yes. My future. =D

Life is alright though. I got to see the pilot for Babylon 5 tonight. Damn that show was great. I've got 4 more hour-long episodes of B5 goodness before I'm required to buy the whole damn DVD set.

*sigh*

Nathan laughed at my drawings today. I guess that's a sign I'm improving.

Dmitri's fuckupedness is slowly taking over his system. He needs a big dose of reality antibodies. Or a woman. Or a baseball bat to the head. Whiskey, maybe. Unsure, but it needs to stop.

The lights in my head are blinking slowly, as I ponder the future of humanity.
The goals of society.
And what the hell I'm going to have for breakfast tomorrow.

Also, I need to consider my Political Science test on Monday.
Remember folks, a research topic, a theory, a hypothesis are all different, and yet, the same thing repeated three times in more detail. It's like one big scientific clusterfuck.

On to the real news.

Justin-
Those pies at Burger King? They're not pies. They're chocolate death in the form of a pie, cast from industrial tailings. Did you even READ the GODDAMN package?
There is no REAL anything in that. NOTHING! You're eating... something not of this Earth. I know they're good. But put the pie down and slowly back away.

*RANT AHEAD RANT AHEAD BRACE FOR IMPACT*
I'm considering the fact that I'm much funnier to myself at night, than I am any other time. Most times people laugh AT me, not with me I think...
Good?
Sure.
Could be better?
Definitely.

Can someone tell me where to find a girl?
It's pissing me off that all these fugly frat kids can pick up women just by handing them some GHB-spiked vodka and a couple of pills, "Oh you're so the man for me, potential rapist guy!"
Where here I am, stuck in my god-damn room, watching TV, and playing on my computer just because I have nothing BETTER to do?! God damn.
Things seem so easy. I'm so better at talking to women now. Hell, I can usually pick up women rather easily, given a few hours of early contact. It's just there's nowhere to FIND them.
They're like hidden treasures or something. Parties don't work. You can't walk up to some random girl at a party looking for a date. At most, they want a quick romp in the sack, and that's like eating fat-free potato chips: a good way to end up on the can. Except this time, instead of having the runs from the Olean, you have blood from the Syphilis.
There's so many cute single girls out there. What the hell are they looking for? One day to come home and find some guy in their room? What the FUCK! It's like duck hunting season, but every duck is already gone south. Or is too high to shoot. Or is some how out of reach.
God damn.

I try too hard.

Maybe.

This shit just pisses me off.

To all the women out there: FUCK YOU for being so GOD DAMN difficult to deal with.

I can't live with trying to get one, yet, I can't live without one.

It's a vicious circle, and I'm the one getting my ass kicked by it.

Screw you.

Every last one of you.