Feb 10, 2008 03:39
Kevin Brady wrecked my car. I forgive him, everyone else should too.
If I'm an English major why am I not slamming LJ every night asking opinions on pieces?
I do want to be a writer. Of all the bullshit jobs I've claimed I'll do this one seems to be the best for me. Knowing what you want to do helps a great deal. Well, until UF starts handing out diplomas for metaphysics that is.
I've come to the conclusion that I need a girl to be happy and I'm not happy about it. They're good for motivation as well. I've been talking to one lately that makes all my worries disappear. Dropping names on LJ wouldn't be in good taste though and wouldn't do her justice. But she is beautiful and she will be mine.
I'm going to learn to play guitar.
I doubt that there's a point to life. There doesn't have to be a point for you to be happy. Based on nature we're probably supposed to do something along the lines of sit around and think about stuff, because our brain is what put us on top. As far as even finding a point it's useless because even if you knew it, you wouldn't be any happier, just more knowledgeable. Knowledge doesn't make you any happier and if the point isn't to be happy then I don't want to know it. So far being more knowledgeable has only brought more confusion. Such an apple never looked so sweet. If staying alive is the point then every new day is a success. I could give you a good answer, but it would be up to you to believe it. The only way to truly know is if God told you and even then people would think you're crazy.
Such are the things I think about.