Good Night
Went out to play some soccer today, good stuff. I’m really no good at that sport. Could be much better I guess, so much room for improvement. I think in general if I put in the effort, I can be decently good at it. And that’s where the problem is.
Had dinner with Shoeb / roommates minus one after soccer today, and Shoeb was talking about how in high school there was the group of people who were just so ownage and dominated everything blah blah. And that out of that group most of the people are just content now. I guess he included me within that group, but I don’t have the arrogance to make that same claim. Anyway, if I think of myself that way, then yea I’ve truly underachieved the expected potential. But then the question is why is most everyone content? And Shoeb’s answer was that people.. realize through college what’s important in life, and what matters in life. To be quite honest, I’m 99% sure that that hasn’t happened to me. But I’m not quite sure what has.
I know I’m wrong in the way I think, but I simply don’t see what’s so right about what’s… “right”. Oh well. I’m just too fragile, that’s what it is.
Anyhow, it’s raining cats and dogs. Mostly cats, lessly dogs. I’m only saying that because I hate cats, and this rain right now is not an enjoyable rain. If it were better then it’d be raining dogs, and just dogs. …
I have a midterm on Tuesday. I should get around to that.
I think the idea of eternal afterlife throws me off too hard. I can understand how it’s hard to see a purpose in this life if you’re just gonna idle around for eternity afterwards, as if this not-so-eternal life never happened.
I guess I’ma take the chem GRE this semester. No reason not to… I’m good at going through bubbles I suppose.
Graduate next semester? I think I should. No reason not to.
I used to be a huge xanga buff, but I deleted it like 2 weeks ago. Like.. completely deleted it. It’s all gone now. Haha… that’s kind of scary to think about. I wrote some intense stuff in there and I’ll never remember what it was. And I had some brilliant masterpieces of hidden meanings and quietly masquerading slivers of lies. Oh the good times. I’ve just grown increasingly vulnerable, and hence my blogging died off. I guess not many people read this thingy, to the point that it doesn’t bother me, at least at the moment.
I’m done blabbing, good night.
