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I've recently come to another realization....I'm graduating in a year. Seeing as how it's been 6 years since I started college, I guess the concept of graduating had become unimaginable. But after I take this one class from Rutgers this summer (yea, I got into it) I'll only have to take 9 more classes here at crap-ass Montclair, and I'm all finished. I'll have a major in Psychology, a minor in Theatre, and a huge weight on my shoulders from the burden of career hunting to be done. Jesus, what the hell am I going to do with my life? I wonder if I'm eligible for grad school? Prolong job hunting for a couple more years. I don't want a career. I just want to get married and have kids. Maybe have a part-time job just for kicks. But I realize this is very unrealistic. What with the American economy crashing through the ground, I'll be lucky if my future family will get by on just two incomes. Especially when we're going to have a summer home in Germany, a spring home in Italy, and a fall home in Canada. Oh, wait, we WILL be Canadian. Make that a fall home in.....Malta? Well, the point is, we're going to have to work alot just to survive. So what path should I take to finding a career? Someone, please tell me, because I am so lost in life right now. All I know is that I like traveling, having fun, being surrounded by friends, being in love, and the occasional roll on E.
When You Gonna Learn?
Have you heard the news today?
People right across the world are pledging they will play the game.
Victims of a modern world, circumstance has brought us here.
Armageddon's come too near. Too, too near.
Now foresight is the only key to save our children's destiny.
The consequences are so grave. The hypocrites we are their slaves.
So my friends to stop the end, on each other we depend.
Mountain high and river deep,
Stop it going on,
We gotta wake this world up from its sleep,
People, stop it going on.
Have you heard the news today?
Money's on the menu in my favourite restaurant.
Now don't talk about quantity, there's no fish left in the sea.
Greedy men been killing all the life there ever was.
So you'd better play it nature's way or she will take it all away.
Don't try and tell me you know more than her about right from wrong.
Now you've upset the balance man. Done the only thing you can.
Now my life is in your hands.
Mountain high and river deep,
Stop it going on,
We gotta wake this world up from its sleep,
People, stop it going on.
Greedy men will fade away.
Oh they will fade away when we stop it going on.
I know it's got to be that way, oh people, stop it going on.
I'm asking when you gonna stop it going on?
When you gonna learn to stop it going on?
I might be able to take Experimental Psych at Rutgers during summer session! This is a great releif, considering it would require a one-hour commute to Montclair, 5 hour class until 4:00pm, then another 1-hour commute back home, 4 days a week for 3 weeks. My car cannot withstand such a task. My poor little car. It's a 1990 Toyota Corolla and is rapidly becoming a peice of shit. It used to handle and drive so well. Then I moved to the pothole capital of the world, and now I'm lucky if the damned thing will even start. I'm going to milk it for all it's worth, which isn't a whole lot. I wish I had the money to buy a relatively new car. Then I wouldn't be so paranoid that it would break down soon. Nothing fancy, maybe just a Jag or Porshe. Ha har. Hey, have you seen the new pirate movie? It's rated rrrrrrrrrr! Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!
Such a background! Psychological perception in it's most basic form! Actually, my Statistics book has a cover very similar, except the other group of images are fish, and here we just have 2 sets of birds. I didn't even realize it at first. All I saw were the white ones. Then lo and behold, the retarded birds that look like they just slammed against a window caught my eye! Yipee! Well, I've made it through my first semester at crappy Montclair State. My GPA is up, thanks to the lack of personalities around here, resulting in my introvertedness. Quite a drastic change from Radford. Was in VA some during winter break, saw Jan, Graham, Stacey, and Tim. Smoked some, walked around campus, took in the atmosphere. Had a good time. I really miss that place. And I miss midgrade weed. I can't stand this shit we have here. Too potent. Some like it, but I smoke to get a buzz, not to go completely out of my mind. It's horrible. We sit around like zombies, occasionally saying, "Are you fucked up?" Two minute pause. "Yeah, I'm fucked up." 5 mintue pause. "Yeah, me too." 10 minutes of silence. "Still fucked up?" Another 2 minutes. "Yeah." Jesus! That's not living. That's vegetating. Rolled last weekend. First time in a while I didn't crack myself out. I was already tired when we started, so I just fell asleep when it was over. I kind of hope the next time I can find some dopey pills. Did them once, and it's a totally different feeling. Much more pensive. Then again, I don't think anyone around here likes to think. It's unheard of in NJ. The reality that I will soon have a job is kicking in. I don't want to work. Know how you subconsciously view your future in your mind? Well, I never pictured myself working. Why be someone else's slave at some monotonous job when you can stay at home, clean the house (which you'd have to do if you had a job anyways), cook (same thing), and take care of the children (if you were at work all day, they'd be raised in a daycare center, which means you'd be less of a parent than the workers at the center are). Only problem is that this fucked up, self-centered, rotting away country is so overpopulated with a decreasing amount of already low paying jobs that both parents have to work, unless they're lucky. My parents are lucky. I need a job in civil service. Better pay, job security, and health insurance coverage. Then again, maybe I'll become Canadian. America makes fun of them when really they're jealous. Those people have everything we have, minus high poverty and unemployment, war, and bad relations with other nations. Woo hoo, that rhymes! Oh, and they don't boss countries around. They mind their own business and get along just fine. Hail to the maple leaf, eh!
I was answering emails for clicktillyouwin.com yesterday and came upon the most articulate, polite, and gramatically correct email I've ever recieved. It was written by an Iranian named Habib. Do you hear this, America? An Iranian named Habib can compose a letter in English better than over 50% of Americans whose native language IS English (yes, I know, that includes me). I love America. Oh, if you want to escape dumb Americans, I suggest you link to Yatta (also found on my link page "Supah Funee Numbah One") for some Japanese humor.