Well, it's 1:12am on a Monday night, and nothing is playing (for once). All there is is the whirring of the CPU fan and the sounds of the breeze of air conditioning. Now, here I am again, weeks after my last post; pondering again about my future. It's not about my academic future because classes start really soon; but it's about my future future. The real thing. The big bang. The stuff every kid is warned about. Real life. Real working life. Now all this began when I started watching bits and pieces of series 9 of friends. Now, while all of it is not real; one can't stop wishing that one'll end up with something they have, supportive friends, a nice cafe to hang out in and of course....Jennifer Aniston. But that's a whole different story altogether. Now, while I'm just 22, I can't help but feel that the big three-o is looming ahead in just about 8 years or so. Now, how much different will it be then? I can't seem to see any changes besides a job (probably...more like hopefully) and well I do hope I meet someone by then that wants me, a family, a nice dog; and looks somewhat like Jennifer Aniston. Which really seems unlikely because 30 year old girls that want me, a family and a dog and look somewhat like Jennifer Aniston are married to guys like Brad Pitt. But, then again; how many guys like Brad Pitt can you find in this country? Right. Consoling myself again. Think about it. If all the Rachel Greenes are taken then will we be left with Phoebes....or just Ross? I hope not. But then again...what do I know? I'm still the 22 year old guy dreaming of Skylines and waking up every morning hoping that there's an Evo parked outside. My point is, even if that doesn't happen, it would be a real treat if I had friends like in friends. Then all the world could come down on me because I know Jennifer Aniston is just across the hall.