I Took the Red Pill
takes more care than The Captain
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You're probably right. Every day would feel like it was wasted. Knowing how, there's still a possibility that you can be happy. I think. As long as it's not being stabbed to death or something, then I think I'd be okay.

I'd say it would be worse knowing when. How I die isn't really going to bother me, but if you're like "January 6, 2011", then I'm smurfed either way and all I'll undergo extreme mental torture as the day gets closer and closer.

Would it be worse knowing how or when you die?

OH MY GOD WHATEVER I DIDN'T SEE MUST'VE BEEN REALLY BAD.

Like you predicting the day of my death or something.

Oh good, you didn't see it. Anyways.

Whoops

Haha, we're doing stuff with him right now! Anyways, good that you can like it even though your teacher sucks. Hopefully next year your teacher will be awesome, and then you can be yay again. Cause if you really have that kinda talent it would be horrid to let someone ruin it for you. No that you're doing that.

English major huh? I was interested in that at one point. I'm supposed to be the best writer in the grade, and I'm actually starting to like it. The only thing that turned me off to English this year is the fact that my English teacher is a majorrrr smurfing cockbite. I cannot stand her. The material is fine, it's just her. We're reading poetry, which I don't mind right now. I like John Keats alot.

No. xD Although I've got a few places in mind. Colorado sounds delicious. I do know that I want to be an English major, though. And maybe minor in something fun, like psychology.

Do you know for sure where you're going or what classes you want to take or whateva?