I'm here

Well it's the forth of July and I'm in Atlanta at my sister's house. I'm deciding on weither or not I should be a psycalogist. I didn't even spell the stupid word right. You know people who help crazy people with problems not be crazy or have problems or make them less crazy with less problems. The only thing is I have to be in college for like seven years. And because I'd rather think up a whole new job then be an old psy-cal -logisit, so I'll start college asap. But the delema is that I won't get to do anything fun till forever later. Maybe after the first four years, I'll take a year off. Me and my best friend hate each other now. That was random, but when would have been a better time? I don't know either.well I'm sick of typing for now so. Goodnight.

Ooooook

well, school sucks. I'm bored, and I think some of those Chinese kids are planning something fishy.
I think i angered a unknown enemy and my chest alone could kill a man. What's up with that?
Welllll when i figure it out ill tell you.