Pretty bad idea. Pretty bad idea. Really really bad idea.

Sometimes, I know when things are going to be a bad idea. I end up saying or doing them anyway though. Probably because I want to, even though it's a bad idea. I think I maybe avoided another bad idea here. Maybe I didn't. Maybe I should just leave it the hell alone.

I can be frustrating sometimes. Even though I try not to, I still end up having predetermined ideas of how some things should be. Sometimes things are the way I have predetermined to be, and I'm just too dumb to see, and I end up feeling stupid when I complain that they are different.

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And then, all of a sudden all my stupid shit is sort of put in perspective, and no longer do I really want to write this entry, complaining about stupid shit.

I want to go to the antarctic, or the arctic, wherever they have bases, and employ people, and all that shit. I'd be up for that.