Cynic. People Suck. College. No Hotties. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What The Fuck!

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What one needs to comprehend is that not everyone is hard-hearted. Yeah, I know, one of the look-who's-talking moments. College has made me cross an entire diversity of people. Like biological diversities, Fungi, Protesta, Bacteria etc? Yeah, that. Okay too sleep-deprived so I'm allowed to talk crap. Don't pay attention to my crap. Where was I? Yeah. So apparently not everyone is what they seem. Everyone? Ha! Who am I kidding? 
NOBODY is what they seem. Everyone here is a stud, number 1. 
People have HUGE egos. With of course, huge attitude issues. Some are SO sweet, and equally SO fake, and equally SO piling, that I want to hit right in their faces. People are more afraid than a pre-school child. Some have immense love around, so much that it hurts. And some they barely smile. The ones who seem most extrovert and loud and sociable, are the most insecure. 

 All I'm trying to say is that I discovered, I might not be that much of a World-Hater as I thought I was. There are some BRILLIANT (Ron style) people I've seen. People who're so beautiful that it terminates any cynical thought in my head instantly. That's about it for now. I really need to get back to work. And all you wonderfully amazing people, I know I promised to write soon, which I will now.

 A friend, Karan, was offered a two hour slot on www.blessinternetradio.com 
Here's his Facebook page --> http://www.facebook.com/Jigsawkss

 April Levesque coming up pretty soon. =D

 ^Yeah, that's pretty much how April makes me feel. 

 Too busy, and ever-so-hungry,
Ak.

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