Phooey

I want a billion dollars, Uzma in a suitcase with a marriage contract and a one way ticket to Tijuana. Ok maybe not Tijuana but Boston seems like a good idea! (Yes. We're going to Boston. Stop complaining or I'll seal the suitcase)

I'm currently either very tired, or, very pissed and in all probable likelihood, both. I need a physical outlet, and Gears Of War isn't really cutting it for me right now.

Am suffering from AGKS; the Angry German Kid Syndrome.

I want to be able to earn some money. Like a part time job a few times a week that would pay a decent enough pay. I'd use the money to pay for myself through everything. Maybe even College. That way I'd be less of a burden on other people.

I hope for a day when I'm able to do something simple, like an outing with friends etc, without a million questions and an equal number of fiscal, family and ethical allegations.

Argh. I'm frustrated. Have my final paper tomorrow but I'm feeling far too overconfident to buckle down for a few hours and drill myself into it.

I wish they knew me.


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