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Today I did nothing. Yet here I am, writing a journal entry. About nothing. Just like Jerry Seinfeld. And here you are reading this, even though I have nothing to say. Really, have you stooped so far? Is your life really so meaningless that you spend your time reading the journal of a boring midwestern teenager? You could be out making something of your pitiful, insignifigant life, yet here you sit, eyes unfocussed, drool slowly pooling on the keyboard, head bobbing in an alarmingly zombie-ish fashion to Fall Out Boy (admit it). Here's an idea- why not contribute to society? Why not get a job? Do charity work? Invest in Walmart? Pelt the homeless with flaming Mardi Gras beads? There are so many worthwhile things you could be doing right now, yet you're still reading this. I for one, am ashamed of you. Please go sit in the corner for five minutes and think about what you've done. No really, go do it. I'll wait. Back? Now, do you understand? You don't? I figured as much. Go play with your Xbox you swine.