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ok so i'm sick of mars.

At first it was awesome, i'd go outside see mars bright in the sky and be all "wow, that's mars" then ponder about the infinite heavens and stuff like that. now, a week later, i look up, see it and think "wow, look at that small, albeit clearly visible, bright orange dot," and move on.

speaking of the stars, well, i guess mars is a planet. the other day on buffy tara and willow were lying out and said something vaguely intersting about how you look at a star and there's a chance that the star you are looking at isn't even around anymore because of the speed light travels. not the most insightful thing, but since tara and willow usually only talk about how cute it would be if they dressed up a kitten in a sweater and a pink bow and made it eat marshmallows, that was a pretty deep thing. There. so speaking of the stars, i don't think a job at staples is in them for me. now, let's just suppose for a minute that it's true that everything does happen for a reason... i guess this job fell through so that i can become even more miserable, get an even lower amount of self-esteem, and start my way in earnest to becoming a bitter and hateful person. awesome.

whoops got sidetracked and suddenly tired.