I sometimes say, "Fate my friend, you say the strangest things I find, sometimes."

Nothing, I repeat, nothing lasts. Nothing is constant.
And hell, I'm pretty happy about that right now.

The year is going by quickly, and almost painlessly. Ha, who am I kidding? It's just 12759312 times better than last year and freshman year combined.

I've finally made friends with people who get the same things I like. It's nice to have friends. It really is.
Of course I still rather skip this town and drive to SanFran with my girl, Kelly.

Whatever, just another year, right? Then we'll blow this popsicle stand and start some livin'.
Right on.

I've been very busy the past few weeks, and I will be for like, the next month. I'm not very used to being busy, but I like it. Keeps my mind off nothingness.
I'm enjoying everyday things again. I like that.


All around, everything's pretty cool. Who knows how long this will last though?
The funny thing is, most of my sadness or anxious-ness (I need a better word) is what I create. We are prone to being dramatic, humans are. I really think so. I get sad because I think something is missing in my life. But what if nothing is actually missing? What if I just need to go find what's missing? Maybe it's not that simple. But it should be. I think it can be.


Transcend, right? Transendentalism, yeah?
I think I'll become a Transcendentalist and start quoting Thoreau and Emerson.
"Simplify, simplify, simplify."


I hope I'm doing that.


Blah, blah, blah, blah.
None of this matters.
blah.

bye.