And three quarters of the day is gone.

[karmaqueen]

I wrote a personal response to The Matrix for my Philosophy class, and upon getting it back, my teacher questioned my opinions because I was an atheist and aren't atheists supposed to think like this and not like that?

I wasn't angry. Just confused. I guess he was trying to get me to dig deeper into my feelings. It's a good cause, I guess, but seeing as my feelings really aren't that deep, it was pretty much a lost one.

My assumed caffeine high has worn off and I'm back to being neutral with a dash of melancholy. Perhaps with a bit of stoicism thrown in as well.

I feel like I need a new blog. A new identity. Some form of a fresh start.

I've told my friends that I don't believe that there is a purpose in life. I believe that this is all one big scientific coincidence. Or a coincidence of some unknown concept. They all gaped at me and told me I was depressing.

I don't think it was a depressing thought. Just because I don't believe in a purpose doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy life, now does it? The two aren't mutually exclusive.

School is driving me insane. Fridays have become more of a curse than a blessing. I've discovered that I can't leave the house over the weekends because it will be the first domino to a horrible week. I don't have the energy to deal with people.

I really need a new blog.