"thanks for your constant support and smiling face. you're such an inspiration to all of us. someday you'll really make everyone think, "he really made it." '

That's what I want to be when I grow up. Inspiration. I want to make everyone think.

Jamie Jessica Steven
and then there was one. Jess, I hope you'll still read. This one's for you.

We had our presentations in engineering yesterday and I saw all of the job "oppurtunities" that were available in all of the fields, but being a "Fuel Efficiency Technician Specialist" doesn't sound like something I want to do. "Programmer" doesn't even sound like it, either.

It used to be so easy: police officer, fireman, lawyer, baseball player, president. Then it got a little bit more complicated: accountant, attorney, scientist, astronaut, politician. Now it's fucking difficult: engineer, lobbyist, composite fuel technician, parallel processing.

I don't know if what I want to be classifies into anything. I want to build computers. The world's fastest. I want my name on the side of a computer case in metallic racecar letters. Would you buy a Sarver computer? Put Dell out of fucking business. I want people to hear Sarver and either like it because it kicks ass or hate it because they don't like that it competes with their System Max or Alienware or something. That's what I want to do.

I need to lose weight. Some of my pants are getting REALLY tight and it sucks. I'm drinking water from the fountain down the hall. It's free and I can get as much as I want. I've been drinking Diet Coke if anything. I feel really weird. I felt tired earlier today from the lack of constant caffeine I normally get. I drank my first Coke in 3 or 4 days tonight at dinner. Even though it tasted good, it didn't feel fine.

I need some new pants. My most comfortable pair of jeans are getting holes in them, I don't know if it's because I'm stretching them or if it's from old age. Fucking fatass.

I don't care to an extent. I'm comfortable if I feel comfortable, and lately I haven't been feeling comfortable. *shrugs*

I have a math test tomorrow. I'm not fretting on it as much as I should. I haven't been to Drama class and I NEED to go if I want a prayer in passing the class with a decent grade. Man, I would hate for my grade to be shitty in there, but I need to do well on the final.

After tomorrow, it's semi-smooth sailing until Thanksgiving. Brent will be up, Charlie and I will be doing our thing, Chris wants to do something... I'm needing this extended break, and I have one hell of a feeling that it is going to end really really fucking quick this year.

Tomorrow I do need to go to Goddard and give them my health immunizations so I can enroll, then off to Wal-Mart so I can get some necessities and some pens, definitely. I've lost all of mine, it's because of my jacket.

I also lost my fucking belt, and I Have no clue where it is. I might have left it back in Durant but I highly doubt it. I'm going to ask Mom for some money so I can do some heavy grocery shopping and get a few things after Thanksgiving, so I can come back up here and just do nothing but cram. Fucking eh.

I'm out, I'm going to go zone out for awhile.

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