Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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Because No One Knows What I Do

And since I have nothing better to do than typing entries, get a hold of this one:
My parents don't know what I major in and I brag about my majors and minors everyday. They think I'm a genetic engineering major. Right. I used to want to be a geneticist, never engineer. Then I majored in Biochem and Molecular Bio but I realized that Bio is dull and boring and nothing new and exciting happens in it anymore. I told my parents more than on one occasion that I am switching to Chemical Engineering. I also mentioned that I double major in Computer Science and minor in Math. Yea, I understand not remembering the last two because they're recent, but chem?? I talk about it everyday.

I sent a copy of a short story I wrote (2.5 pages) to my country's magazine (I freelance for them sometimes; believe it or not I am better in grammar and spelling in my native language than in English). It's getting published. I had my poems and my articles (mostly opinionated ones) published but never a short story. I asked to be signed as Anonymous. Oh the story is about me trying to kill my stalker. I must say, I'm very proud of it. And get this, I had my stalker read it and she loved it; however, she did not realize it was about her,-that surprised me a lot. I had my NJ bf read it and he said he enjoyed it and also gave me some numbers to "good counselors." That makes me think, why would he have those "good couselors" on his speed dial?

12:50 p.m. - February 27, 2006

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