phoolsfire

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i watched this movie about "rich kids" last night, it was funny and sad, ivanka was there, so was the heir to the jhonson and jhonson co, and a bunch of other rich kids. it was funny they were all angry because they were rich and no one understood them. now i remember why i'm a class warrior.

i was thinking about what i want to do,
i was thinking about katie, my roomate.
she has a shitty job, no car and a degree thats not really working out for her. she's stuck. i don't want to end up like that.
this morning i was talking to my friend jenny, and she was saying how she was gonna get a job on the farm(state farm) and just work for a few years, what the fuck is wrong with these pople. if you don't like it here, then get out, once you are of a certian age you have every right to leave, you family can only hold you hostage for so long. there are lots of jobs dong much better stuff in cities that don't have the namesake of "normal".
all i know is i got to start studying for the gre's, or else i might end up on the farm...na, fuck that, i'd join some guru cult somwhere, or figure someway to get out of here.