Well. Sometimes I just don't know what to do. But that is life, right?
I just can't wait to get out of this place/work routine. I am beginning to like it, but usually 2 months into a job, I start wanting to leave and getting lazy. Eh. We'll see. I'm doing well right now. I can't wait till I can move out.

I was kind of let down with The Jacket. The ending was kind of crazy and just thrown out there. And some things were just stupid.

I bought the Garden State soundtrack Saturday. It is great. I've been listening to it all weekend.

P.S.-
I HATE CHICAGOOOOOO

This weekend has been amazing. I don't want to go back to anything but you.
Why are our futures so predetermined? We may not think they are, but the basis of them are.
I was thinking the other day. Now that I have a job, I will never be without a job until I'm old. At least, in the sense of "working". I will be working my whole life away. Why?
I miss being a kid. I miss my family. My parents left not even a full day and I missed them so much. Not only because they were actually gone. When they're home they're gone to me too. If that makes sense. And it won't be long before we'll be seperated even more. And then by death. And now I think it's too late.
This weekend has been so interesting. I love waking up to you. You are my best friend. And I love you. And I always fucking will.

So where should I go to die?

Mom found out more information I already knew.
I don't know. Keats doesn't look at both sides of things, so I had to.
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever: It's loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing."
Well, what about pain, Mr. Keats?
I think
"A thing of pain, it lasts forever: It's damage increases; It will never pass into nothingness, though some will go on with their lives; but still will keep your sleep alive and full with dreams stricken with painful reality and dreadful images. No quite breathing."

In this land of strangers...There are dangers...
Sometimes I get the feeling the world is ending. Right now. Instead of dying, we're stuck here. Like in "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", maybe we as cursed as the crew of the ship: Life-In-Death.
Working, slaving for money to buy things that don't matter to anyone but us. Things we can't take with us. Spending less and less time with the ones who truly matter and more around people at work and people at school and people who don't understand. I wish I could spend every morning and every night in bed with you. I don't want to have to wait. Why is life about rushing? Why is life all concentrated around time? And money?
I'm starting to think people have their priorities all screwed up.
And they like it that way.