I'm looking at my life, one to six years into the future. How I can't wait to be free. I can do whatever I want (within monetary restrictions). I look at how my mom wants a lot of things, and how my dad doesn't want to do enough work to get her those things. And I think about it....who needs things? What does owning stuff do for you?

My mom has a certain towel rack in the bathroom that holds towels that we aren't supposed to use. So what is the purpose of those towels? To look pretty? Mom sees it as decoration; I see it as a waste.

I guess the suburbs are a nice place to live. I don't think we need this large of a house, though. How is it any more useful to us to have a house that costs $100,000 more than someone else's?

You can spend $140 on a fancy light fixture you can put up in your house, and it'll sit there forever- well, until it breaks. Or you can spend $60 on gas and $80 on a hotel room and explore some new destination. The object doesn't last forever, but the experience does. I'd rather spend the money on experiencing something and doing what I love than having some material object.

I think that when I'm out of college, I'll be staying in a small house or apartment somewhere, and saving all the surplus income I get to invest in more experiences. I'll have the everyday costs that go toward rent/mortgages, energy bills, phone bills, water bills, taxes, food, clothing, and other expenses. But almost everything else will go toward traveling and exploring.

I'm 1 8. I think? Right? I still don't feel it. I don't feel like I have any more privleges, though it does sort of feel like I have less blockades in my way. And I most certainly do feel OLD.

I haven't seen Caitlin since late Thursday. Only one day and it feels like something's missing. But the fact that something's missing just tells me that something is definitely there.

I have limited access to my mind.
I need to sleep.
More in the morning.

Strong Bad isn't the only one who can have a Bottom 10

This entry will continually be updated with things that I find are the worst things ever and the things that are the best things ever.
So this is my Best Things Ever List:



And here is the Worst Things Ever List:

My opinion: Facebook > Myspace

I think I figured out why facebook is more mature than myspace.

Facebook's purpose is to network people to their friends. Myspace's purpose is more about posting information about yourself...Not personal information, but it's to help someone learn about that person more. But if you're mature enough, you know that if you want to get to know someone, you TALK TO THEM! You can't do that over the internet! That's just stupid, to all of us older people with social experience. Younger people don't know enough to find that meeting people over the internet is stupid, though. Facebook knows what they're doing, though. They know why most people any older than 15 use sites like myspace, facebook, xanga, etc. It's to connect them to their friends in a convenient way. Don't get the chance to see how one of your friends are doing? Look online! Leave messages, send greetings, keep in touch, communicate-- that's what it's about. More mature people know that you don't meet people over the internet--but you can communicate with those friends that you have already made over the internet. Now THAT makes sense. Facebook knows that it is sensible to use an online networking site like itself, myspace, xanga, and the like, to keep in touch and communicate with friends, and that meeting people online is a load of crap. So it aims to serve the sensible purpose.

Doesn't that make sense? Really, now--let me know if it doesn't.

I really need to work out more. It's my New Year's Resolution. I know it's not the New Year for you, but it is for me. I just turned 18. So from my perspective, it is the new year. The year nineteen A.P.

About that being 18...still not feeling it. Maybe it's because I'm not big on wanting stuff.

The kanji (Chinese character used by the Japanese) for the word for "busy" has the kanji for the word for "death" in it. Makes sense to me.

I hope I can get a camera soon. I'm REALLY itchin' for one o' dems road trips.

Today I went to Woodman's with Macy, played smash with the quad, and hung out in 02 with Valerie. I talked to a lot of people I don't talk to as much as I would like today, like Phoebe, Winnie, and Jessica. That's always really good.

I got 10 hours of sleep last night, yet I'm still tired. What the fuck.

First...a few thoughts. I'll put these at the front, because I think that it's really important that I write them down before they get shoved back in the big, large, gray, dusty storage room in the back of my mind.

People are like sponges: the more holes the people have, the more absorbent they are.

Human potential doesn't vary a whole lot for most groups of people. Each person's accessibility to their potential does vary greatly, though, and their potential to excel at certain things varies too; different people have a knack for different things.

We are all superheroes. What are your powers?

Well, now that that's over:

It's times like these when I can take a look around me and find that I see so many awesome people when I do. Some of the people who show their inner awesomeness are ones from which you don't expect to find it. And still others show more awesomeness than I could have ever imagined-- well, a certain someone. : )

She made a card for me. Just a little thing she put together with colored pencils and a sheet of printer paper. But it is just the sweetest little thing. It beats the crap out of all those cards that you pick up at the store with their generic humor. I read through her cute little card, and I am just immobilized. And it's not because I'm tired and that it's late at night.

My family, the Dopps, and Colin came to school! With pasta. Cold, but damn good pasta. And Tucker came with entertainment, even if it wasn't intended for me. He brought a GameCube. The Dopps got me this collection of world maps (awesome) and staff paper (w00t), my grandma sent me some money (good, cuz I need it to save up for a camera), and Zexi, out of the blue, got me these audio CD's with which I can learn stuff about Japanese! WAS NOT expecting that.

Then I played Melee on the GC that was there. I played as Yoshi. People were like "wtf? Who's Yoshi? He sucks!" And then I won, got 2nd place (because of a sudden death where I got bombed-lame), and then got 1st again. Damn right. Don't talk shit about Yoshi. (That goes for you, too, Macy.)

I can't believe all of the cool stuff people did for me. That's partly because I don't believe that it's my birthday. I don't feel it at all. It's nice that all you people picked this day to give me all this neat stuff, but why today? Am I going to leave somewhere? OR DIE? PLEASE tell me I'm not going to DIE...just kidding. I know, I just don't know deep down. It hasn't sunk in.

And thanks to everyone who casually told me "happy birthday," in whichever way you individually chose to do it. Whether you used Facebook, in the hallway, referring to me as "Chuckles," or giving me the cutest little piece of 8 1/2"×11" paper I have ever seen, let alone received, I thank you.

I don't know about turning eighteen, but experiencing all of these people being so kind and loving toward me, even when I didn't expect it in some cases, really makes me feel great.

I GOT A COWBELL!

I ask myself this question: Why should the knowledge I gain from life be held by me alone? What good is it if it only helps one person?

So apparently, Zexi and I have both come up with an idea.

Objects are made up of atoms, where small electrons revolve around a nucleus, and most of the volume inside them is empty space.
Galaxies are made up of stars, where small planets revolve around a star, and most of the volume inside them is empty space.
What if we're sitting on an electron, revolving around the nucleus of an atom in a substance in a world that's over an octillion (10^27) times larger than this one?

I hate this transitioning. Either be warm or snow, damnit.