What is important...
Over the past few days I've been stuck in thought over what is important in my life. (I have realized once again I am an asshole... just a side note) Thinking about friends and how they impact my life and the everyday people that have so much control over the immediate response. Only with time do you begin to control the immediacy and mold it to the beneficial as opposed to the self destructive. With friends, however, you just hope that you have had a positive impact on their lives. Sometimes you search for any sign of that positive influence. I searched a little today. This is all an odd rambling tangent that I really don't know where its off to. I keep having the "oh fuck I'm in Italy" moments. They happen normally after I have spoken a lot of english and walk outside to realize that the main language is not so. Random thoughts. I have much homework to do. I'll write more tangents later. Read Othello. "The wine she drinks is made of grapes" Iago. Great lines.
Ciao
j
Ciao
j