Hostage To My Own Humanity

Thursday evening was fun. I went over to Vanessa's (actually Jessie's but not at the moment) and we played some classic Nintendo, which was entertaining. For one game, the names of our "heroes" were Achill and Yourmo. Then DJ came and we watched him play a stupid Nintendo game for awhile. Then there was the adventure of taco making and the seasoning of the taco meat, where there was much controversy. Dinner was followed up with some intense DDR at DJ's house. ...And then there was Spanglish. It was pretty good, but it wasn't about what I thought it was about. The movie ended sometime in the late night/early morning hours, which brings me to my next thought...

US-23 is exceedingly inviting at 3 a.m. I could've kept driving and driving and driving on that deserted road for hours, but sadly I was in need of sleep.

One conversation between Vanessa and me last night revolved around the "Hasselhoff equation", which is more commonly known as the Henderson-Hasselbalch equation. I couldn't remember the real name of it or its purpose until I looked in my chemistry book.

Clara had kittens and I'm in the process of taming them. They're cute. Two are striped, one is black with a tiny bit or orange, and the last is gray and white. So far the black one is the friendliest.

Yesterday Ross and I watched Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace and tonight Ross, Ben, and I watched Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones. After the movie, we killed each other in some intense Halo. All in all, a lovely evening.

I miss the days when things were simple, when things made sense. Now everything is wrong. People aren't like they're supposed to be and they aren't like the used to be. The latter isn't necessarily a bad thing; people are meant to grow and change... life is change. But when people aren't like they're supposed to be, when they settle for what is instead of what could be, when they let themselves drown in this world and then turn into the person that they were never meant to be... I don't know... it's just sobering and a bit sad, I suppose.

It's been over a month since I've been home. That's just insane. ...And that is all for tonight.

"You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don't try."
-Beverly Sills

"History is the witness that testifies to the passing of time; it illumines reality, vitalizes memory, provides guidance in daily life and brings us tidings of antiquity."
-Cicero

"Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for."
-Dag Hammarskjold