Okay, I give up...
Well, I obviously can't keep up with this whole posting thing, so I'm just going to start not writing about my busy yet uninteresting life. Who knows; maybe I'll just start randomly philosophizing, or whatever it is those scholarly types do in their free time. So here it is: I'm going to start doing stream of consciousness. I doubt this idea will last long, but here I go anyway. I'm sick of school; when I first came, it felt like it wouldn't be that bad, going all year for 5 years. Now, though, it's more like I've locked myself in this prison cell. Really, I shall have to try my first co-op before I seriously look into another major, and I've nearly finished all my calculus and most of my physics requirements. I love Mary. She can be so understanding and patient, even when I'm being a total jerk about a situation. She (hopefully) begins a new job soon, and she seems rather excited about it; it gives me great pleasure to see her happy and excited. It's great sharing a relationship with a person who is so willing to communicate and work out problems instead of letting them fester or giving up easily on what we have. I need a new guitar. Scratch that - I want a new guitar. Preferably it would be an acoustic with an electric pickup, but a full electric would be quite nice too. I feel like I've somewhat grown out of both the ones I own - own being a relative term - right now. Someday I hope to visit the Australian outback. Animals are cool, especially penguins, tigers, wolves, and dogs. One day, I hope to do something with my life that will make my Father in heaven proud, but I have yet to feel like I'm really any use to Him. Oh well, hopefully I shall know when the time comes and will choose wisely. Laser eye surgery, though not completely necessary, is a rather interesting and practical invention. I remember back when I used to have summers free. My friends and I would swim for hours in the pool, and we would make a whirlpool, then float around in a circle. I lived in a circle in a neighborhood for a while, and we would ride bicycles in that circle, playing a "clock" game where each bike would be either a second hand, minute hand, or hour hand. Then, randomly, the clock would go "cuckoo", and we would ride in all different directions for a while, acting like idiots. Heh, not much has really changed; now I just use a car or act out without use of a vehicle. I really must get back to restarting that water fight I began at the beginning of the semester, but speed school and communications 111 have together sapped all of my love for childlike fun. I wish I could get that innocence and wonder back somehow. Guess it's just part of that whole growing-up thing; sigh. Yeah, so that's about all for now. I suppose that you shall hear more of this, since the writing style interests me for the moment. Chiao.