This entry is of a somewhat important entry

I like many things. People don't really know exactly what I like, because I switch up everything so much. I fall out of love with things faster than ::insert current flaky celebrity::

I know that I myself am in fact very flaky, which is why I fall out of love with things that I'm currently interested in so much; I will be the first to admit. But, there are those particular things that I've always enjoyed and have not given up on:

writing, movies, visual interpretation of thoughts, written "...", the universe, struggle, stories of youth, black socks, the role of God in human thought evolution, trees, animals, solitude, the past, the future, major historical events, the inevitable fall of man, hardcovers, 19th century, the Apocalypse, great wars, urbanization, emergency response, satire, irony, sarcasm, the sciences, beards, the sounds outside, movie settings, sharing everything that I have, the idea of change, the confirmation that change happens rarely, great minds that relate, juxtaposing everything, the ripple effect, the theory of time travel, Star Wars, folklore, Asian idealism, and I'm sure many forgotten things.

I want to be someone of importance. That's why I'm going to school for an education that will earn me an upwards of a mid triple digit government salary. I also want to be a writer, or a contributor to a magazine. I want to talk about life, review movies, nature, review food, and talk about the things listed above. That would be the life that I want to lead. Making a salary, contributing, and living life. It's pretty simple actually.

The past fascinates me.

I want to see something so old, still standing, that I can't even comprehend its existence. Thoughts of what it has seen throughout its very long life. The faces of people that has been through it, that have since been long forgotten.

Wouldn't that be great?

Like an old church, or bridge that has been around for the upwards of 600 years.

When I die, I do not want to be put underground. I want to be cremated.

I would like a casket though, but inside would be things that remind people of me.

Where to begin?

I'm taking a break from doing a 10 page paper to write down some thoughts for my future self.

So far this year has been my favorite year ever. I finally started dating the girl I loved from a distance of more than 3 years. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel for school. I finally feel content with everything.

I just wish it was done already. I really want to have my own place with my girlfriend, and get rid of my bad roommates (well only one). I want a nice place, a pup, a cat, my plants, red wine bottles above the stove, a wide variety of breads, a big screen TV, and a large bookshelf. Oh, and crazy bright wallpaper, and big furniture.

I need to get something to eat, and finish my last paper.

Only 10 more days of school left. Well, then finals. But, thats only 2 days for me this year.

Music sounds so good to me nowadays.

I sometimes surprise myself with how much greater I am compared to everyone.


Cocky?
Nah. Just greater.
Me=>
You=<

There are so many different genres of music it's ridiculous. I love something about them all.

Oh, I hate seeing teens in bandannas.

I went to Bowling Green this past weekend, because Keller hosted an 80s party. I got drunk and had a really fun time because I finally had a girlfriend to people watch with.

The end of semester is about 2 weeks away. Sure did go by fast, but then again, It seems to always go by fast. I'm not doing as well in school as I want to, and it is driving me crazy. But, I can't control everything.

This was originally a Myspace bulletin, but I found it to still hold some significance(perhaps always will).

This is not directed toward anyone in specific, but more towards this behemoth of scum that is spreading like the Secada every 17 years.)

(However, this is for the female sex.)

The music you listen to sucks something horrible.
Your interests make me want to shower, dry off, put on a nice outfit, then Van Damme high kick your lovely Grandmother in her pearl necklace wearing neck.

So, go get yourself another sleeve, and Monroe done. Preferably something Japanese. The colors are "oh so pretty."
Smoke another pack of cigarettes, and pretend to have read a book justifiable with some sort of depth.
Go watch a Harmony Korine movie, and discuss how its "such a beauty piece".

I'm just sick of stumbling across: bad music, bad taste, smoke, bad humor, tattoos, ugly faces, ugly people, abrasivenesses, lack of morals and respect for oneself, and the others around you, mostly just that dang hussy corporation know as the "Suicide Girls." It needs to self-implode, so that this idea of any of that crap being appealing can go along with it.

reep.
dun dun dun.

Stepping stone. I'm only trying to help you. Bypass the mess.

Parallel Universes

I sometimes think about the people that I've met, and if I've affected their lives in the smallest possible of ways. Perhaps cast an idea, or doubt, deep in their mind, made them change slightly, made them cherish something they otherwise would have overlooked, maybe made them hate something, or just made them think.

I wonder about, if I somehow created a ripple in their existence, if that ripple could branch over to someone else's and so on and so forth. If this is in fact a possibility, then theoretically, I have affected ever single human in some way or another.

One individual has great potential. One person can change the course of history that has already been written in time. One event in a persons life could very well change the outcome of great events, and the events of those that surround them. We are all very vulnerable and fragile to the smallest sliver of change.

Everything you do affects everything else. Every action you do, or do not, creates a new pararel universe, a new universe created for the latter. You live in the universe of the now, the present, the universe with the decision that you have already chose, the only universe that you will ever know. You will never know the universe of a decision you weren't going to make.

For example, I could choose to throw a loose brick 4 floors down from my apartment window, striking and killing a passerby. This would be my decision, but along with that decision, is every other possibility that I could have chosen from. These alternatives would be created in a new separate parallel where I would do them and would face the consequences of my action that I made, or did not make in that new parallel. Doors keep opening, actions take place, more doors keep opening, doors and actions continue to create each other.

Loosely stated, a star looks different from different points in Earths orbit. My star would be the action I have chosen, and the different points of Earths orbit would be the other possibilities and parallels.

I guess I'm starting to ramble, and theorizing too much. The point of this post is that I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I chose differently with certain things. How the outcome would be because of that. Basically, if I have chosen differently would my life be as good as it is currently, and if I would still be as kick ass as I am now.