it had to start some time
I got new salamanders today. That makes me happy inside. Mostly I’m journaling because Mel says I should (we all know how pointless my thought process is). Anyway, in my death and dying class, we have to write our own obituaries, and at first I thought I would just make up a bunch of stuff that I would like to have accomplished once I grow weary of life’s bucket and kick it, but now I’m thinking that I should write it as though I’ll die today, (well tomorrow, today I have to take care of me salamanders {and yes I did say “me,” I’m working on my pirate lexicon}). This presents a problem however. I rule (I know that’s not relevant, but it popped into my head, and in Islam hiding the truth is considered almost as bad as flat out lying). If I were to write my obituary now, more than anything, it would contain a lot of procrastination, a great deal of stupid jokes, and a whole lot of gluttony. That’s a little depressing. I’ve been living with the dream of accomplishing future goals and being really proud of myself then, but right now I’m really not doing anything noteworthy (I’m still proud of myself, but it sure would be nice to have more reason to be). So from now on, I will be all awesome, all the time. No more procrastinating (starting next week), no more wasting time (I love food), and no more stealing from senior citiz… um, never mind that last one. The time is now. I am going to earn the right to be called Supersama (then I’ll work on getting people to actually call me that). That’s all I’ve got, peace out homies.