well, you have to be careful what you ask for... you might just get it. 

i mean, what else are adventures of life for, right?

to have fun, learn a little, and don't get hurt too badly

(that last one isn't always the easiest to control...)

hmm... is that a change in the wind

(with faraway look to the east)

i think it is

(big smile)

(emoticons don't do justice to the smile i'm thinking of)

nineteen and life couldn't be better

well, maybe one point, but all in god's time

Life is like a big mess of yarn with a little crotcheted part or knitted something attached to one end. You think you just unknot and roll up the mess, but on your way to completion you find another end, and then two more ends, and then when you think a knot of yarn is a simple piece of yarn in a mess, you have six ends and no idea what happened to the yarn. The crotched/knitted project is the past, the part of life which has already happened. but in life you think you're by yourself, you think its simple to untangle your life from everyone else and slip away, but when you try to go, you find four other ends to two other people, entangled in your life and you realize you can not get away, and you realize you don't really ever want to.

another random life thought

unknoting yarn is actually a lot of fun

random thoughts... i needed somewhere to put them, so i dumped them here...

i mean it is a good thing that the requirements for the army are tough, because we do want the best we can to protect our nation, after all we do want to stay alive, but they complain because not enough people are volunteering, but not everyone can stand through all that abuse and hardwork

usually when you have to recreate yourself, you want to. life is not going in the direction you want, or something just doesn't work out and you decide to give yourself another chance and recreate yourself into the person you want to be. It is so much harder when you don't want to change yourself. I need to recreate myself. a new core, a new body, a new vision, but i liked, loved the old dreams and self. And i think this is my biggest problem right now. I did not want to recreate myself, yet i can not be the same old person here. life is different and the old me does not necessarily fit. it does not have the resources necessary to carry on the old life.

what do love and the sunset have in common? the amazingly few people who can see each, the gift each is, the representation of God, the gorgeous inside feeling that comes with both? all of the above, along with a special amazing ability to be uncapturable ...

anyway

enjoy life!

randomness that i thought of:

the human world is kind of like a  mega public woman's restroom. There are thousands of little stalls all in the same room. When you go into a stall, it is like being born. You can stay in the stall as long as you want. You basically do what you have to do, and can do whatever you want. The stall is your little world, where things can be exactly as you want them to be. The people who smoke in the stalls and make the bathroom smell are like the criminals of the world. They did whatever they wanted in their stall, but it still affects the rest of us. Talking among the stalls is written communication and media. Once you leave the stall you die. And the sad thing is that you can not really change the world. Depending on what you did in the stall, the only people affected is the person that comes after you in the stall. If you just do the normal, typical thing, you make no difference to the bathroom at all. Only when you have the gall to do something different in your stall can you do anything to the entire bathroom.

I guess this just means we all need to be different. That is the only way we can change the world.