I don’t know what to tell you. A lot of shits been going down as of late and I’m kinda fed up with certain things. I’m so lost I have no idea what to do half of the time, I’ve got college coming up, which freaks the hell out of me, am I in the right thing? Who the fuck knows, am I going to the right school? Can I actually afford to go to school? What then? What now? At least I’ve let this shit not affect my life up through finals, but now that they’re over I guess I’m free to worry about these sorts of things. I have some grey (or gray? I can never remember) hairs on my head, I don’t know if its from hair through mole or just my general insanity causing stress and the like. So it goes I suppose, at least Carmen pulled a few out, but I don’t know, the rest might want to join. Its good having friends around, takes my mind off the troublesome things and makes life a bit easier. That song, Down by SocialBurn came on, Its amazing how much music can relate to daily life, a song is universal, it can apply to people across space and time, thats the beauty of music. I played a bit on Carmen’s piano, a fun little device, not sure what I was doing, but I felt something, I don’t know what, a longing to express myself perhaps. I’ve been trying to write more but I don’t know where to write without acting like a complete idiot. I hate how every cute girl that pays the least bit of attention to me I instantly fall in love, Hell I’ve even been sitting in class, looking at the girls and thinking, “What If?” What if? I don’t know, I’ve always wanted a family, wife, kids, the whole bunch, but it scares me, I really don’t know how to attain them. Be myself? How, I don’t even know who I am anymore, so much has changed, so confusing. Type type type goes my keyboard, blink blink blink goes the window drawing my attention to it, with a simple phrase “gay” in response to the lack of 3wave players playing right now from Hessman. It blinks away, not a care in the world, I wonder how much advanced CPU power in Computer Engineering has led to the creation of the Windows OS, and a little blinking window, too much I suppose. People piss me off sometimes, everyone acts tough, but they’re not, everyone has fears, feelings, its insane, I can’t even grasp that, I used to, but my mind could ponder it for the rest of my life, and I need it to make me breath. Type Type Type goes my keyboard, my mind is racing in a million different places all the time, where oh where will it lead me next, if it is in fact sure of where its leading me. I think next weekend I will drive out somewhere and clear my head, Grand Canyon sounds nice, I hope my car gets fixed. I don’t know why I’d want to drive out there, but I do. I wonder where my film camera is, I have lots of black and white film that I need to use. I miss photography, I’d love to do it again. Radio show, I’d love to do that too, but the damn RIAA wants me to pay to play music so other people can hear what goes on through my head and I don’t know, it makes me upset. So much potential in everything, in people, in the things we use (computers) and the areas we live. Its sad that so much goes to shit, people don’t learn much anymore about Science and Math, we’re just sort of doddling around on this Earth until we die, I hate that, humanity needs to get off its fucking couch and LEARN and progress and EVOLVE, but there is so much shit in the way preventing that. Lawsuits, money, all that jazz, all anyone wants is satellite/cable tv and beer, not a good book and something to work on. Ramble Ramble Ramble, Type type type, So it goes, So it goes. I love that phrase ‘So it Goes’, I need to use it more often, but it never happens. I need to compliment Carmen on her smile, I love it when she smiles. Its late and I should be going to sleep, I think I’ll draw a picture and post it. My mind is such a convuluted place, but full of such wonders, if only someone would ask me something difficult, I’d love to discuss it with them. Ask me how a computer works, I dare you, that is if you care how it works, otherwise don’t bother asking. Type type type, the whirr of the fans in my computer is driving me insane, I shall be insane in my sleep, night.