Our fondness towards Fridays are a sort of Paradox. They represent freedom, a release; hope. We look forward to the two days to come- and yet, most of us dislike Sundays, because we feel the fast and inevitable pull of Monday. However, every week, our joy waxes with the end of it, even though we know the weekend will entail at least a degree of anguish.

nah, i'm probably wrong there. poof.

nnnnn. damn. i'm so bad at getting presents for people. i never know what to get them. i honestly think i have never been satisfied with a single present i have bought for someone. My dad said last week that he would be happy with just a gift voucher. I like em too...but they seem so impersonal, you know? It's like, here, i don't know you well enough to know what to get you, so i'll let you decide for yourself. Of course, that means the person DOES get what they were hankering after, plus they don't have to plaster that obligatory smile to their face when they unwrap to find bath salts when they dont have a bath, or ANOTHER pair of socks with flying monkeys on them, or a lonely stick of gum.
i dunno man, i dunno. Gosh, why does it have to be so difficult? for the giver AND the receiver at times, eh?

I'm starting Ecology in biology at the moment. Seems pretty interesting. Doing Fascism in History too. Even more interesting.

I'm listening right now to a cd that amy's ex gave her. It's surprisingly good. And not filled with hoarse tribal hollerings, like i would expect from an apple-throat. it's got 'hide and seek'. i love that song.

Believe it or not, but RE is actually one of the few subjects i can really enjoy. I don't feel pressurized into doing well, cause i don't really care. Haha, but because of that, i'm not so bad at it. Sad. Its kind of like philosophy. Interesting. I like thinking about that stuff. Pointless stuff that has no answer. Means you can't be wrong, really. You could say the universe is actually a speck of dust in another universe, and no one would be able to prove you wrong. You could say god is a monkey with bangs and Austin-powers spectacles, and still, no one could REALLY say, no, he's not. You see what i'm saying? Obviously, i didn't say that....haha, i'm getting ideas for my next test! Can you imagine her face?

"It is my firm belief that our Maker is ectoplasm that flows from time to time to form a giant turd, swirling like an upside down tornado."

haha, oops, hope i didn't offend anyone.

i'm bored. No quotes for you today.