Existentialism Up North

This hits close to home:
"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
—Hunter S. Thompson"

My midterms end on Wednesday, finally. And, after my brain bursts into a multitude of glass-like shards, I am going to get started on my side project.


I spoke to my philosophy professor on Wednesday and he really got me thinking...
"why do you write in journals and blogs when you have such a different perspective on life? Why not sing, or dance, or play the guitar?"
I stood there, stumped, because I did not have an answer.
"Writing is always there, and since I do it so much, it's simply easier."A shitty answer, I thought, but an honest one at that.

I think I need some musical intervention.




Unpredictability at its finest. Being surrounded by happy individuals rubs off on me; however, even without them, I would be elated.

I might be an optimist, or maybe my caffeine addiction and marijuana consumption is getting to me.

-Mon