I Was Bored

David asked me to update, so I going to, for him. I also know that he's the only one who's going to read it, so I'll just start talking directly to him.

Look what you've got me into David? A blog? Jesus H. Christ! So what am I supposed to tell people all about my world? Those are special things, my memories. It's not like you or anyone else for that matter, has the same set of memories that I do. That's all part of who I am. Maybe I'm just confused, that's an easy state to be in. It takes no effort at all as far as I'm concerned. But I can't help myself really. But what needs help? I don't know. I'm hard pressed to assume that nothing needs help when I can't place a hand on what does need help. So, then how can I help myself. I think sometimes about being hyper-efficient about things and really using my time to the fullest, but, I don't know what but. I think I hate school, just a little bit. And to think that as a little kid I had pondered going to school for years, learning about everything I possibly could. Maybe it's just hard to be a nihilist. When you know and think that there is no point to everything, that you do the things you do simply because you enjoy them. But, how is it any different if there is a purpose to things? That reminds me of this one time when Janee told me that, "He sustains you," he being god. Which brings up and interesting point, it is probably easier to live a religious life than the one I'm on the road to (if not already at). English teachers always told me to never end sentences in prepositions. What's up with that? I've thought about language and what difference does it make? The only thing that matters concerning language is that you understand each other. I'm really just rambling on about nothing in particular David.

I'll stop.
Para ti señor.