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Plain and simple: I hate Rochester and everything to do with it.

Went out to dinner and a movie with an old love from high school. A Good time and nice catching up after four years of running on different paths.

My apartment is full of little flys and bugs. I want to kill my room mates. Fucking pigs!!

I care not to finish under grad anymore. I find my studies a waste of time and life. I also woke up and realized that I have wasted about four years on something that I have lost interest in. Haha, and thanks to my school, I lack in science and math because they are pumping little retards into the world who's soul purpose is to work crap jobs where thinking is not required.

Read The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran this vacation. I feel enlightened and at rest with my thoughts.

Its late. My head hurts. Time for me to lose myself in dream land.

Oh yeah, I have a new hair cut. Screw trying to grow it long. That shit bothers me when I run. So it's basically shaved.