It sucks when the only person who believes that there's nothing wrong with the way you look is you. It's also a slap in the face when you know that every single person you know could point out at least one flaw about your appearance. ALL RIGHT enough of that. I had a presentation today. I was about 90% spot on with my content, but towards the end I sort of deviated from the right answer. Oh well. The dude was nice enough to give me until the end of the day to omit the wrong stuff from the accompanying paper I had to write. I shall try to kick ass on my midterm next week to make him happy. Because I like him for being nice to me. Anyhow. I think I'd like to become a politician. But I don't think I could put up with all the bullshit in the business, so that might not work out. Plus Azzi tells me that you get a lot of death threats. But I'd get to be in a position to tell people like Dubya where to stick it, even if they don't listen to me. At least I'd be able to put in my two cents. I'd also like to move out of my house. My mother and I just don't seem to be on the same wavelength anymore. You know how people say you need to spread your wings, go live away from home for awhile, to get the feel of being independent and stuff? Well, I feel like you don't necessarily need to leave home just to go find yourself and whatnot, but right now I also feel like I just need to get out of here. Blast wars and killer viruses.