Why does it always take tragedy, terror, fear, to pull people out of their shells, appreciate just how much has been given to them ( Read more... )

Don't throw chocolate at me, say you love me, and then return to ignoring me.

That doesn't f'ing work. Nice try.

Maybe I'm just super-cynical/spend too much time listening to "international" news instead of more locally based stuff...

( Rant for context: TV-hating )

Epiphany tonight, thanks to a monkey, that I thought might be useful for the guys out there ( Read more... )

I feel starry-eyed.

It's amazing how much one person - one stranger - can do, in just the span of two hours.

I am completely in love with people again :D.

"Intentional communities," a website he referred me to when I mentioned I was living in a co-op next year. Eeeee. I don't even know his name ( Read more... )

We have no plans to attack Iran at this time.

Ohh, but it would be so convenient if Israel-Hezbullah just happened to escalate to such a point that both get involved on either side ( Read more... )

I am so sick of being a fucking doormat.

I am so sick of everyone else being fucking assholes.

And yet, it seems there's no happy medium. I can't not be a doormat without being an asshole, and that's just not in me.

Aaugh.

*dies*

Will physics ever be able to tacker the biggest questions - for instance, why does the universe even bother to exist?

Science is not religion. We're not going to be able to answer the "why" questions. [...]

This sounds like your formula for keeping science and religion from fighting with each other.A lot of scientists take the Stephen Jay Gould ( Read more... )

I think I'm one of the few people left in the world that actually likes Green Day. Yea, they're sellouts and hypocrites and whatever else you want to call them, and their music isn't exactly the pinnacle of artisticness... but I still like hearing it. I suppose I'm one of those people who's willing to detach creations from their creators and look ( Read more... )

I just spent

way too long

going through old journal entries

and I don't know

if I can do this

anymore.

xxxxx_____XXXXX

( So, unfortunately, this ended up being almost entirely about guys, even though that was completely not intended at all. I suppose rambling about them is more interesting - and less... well, dangerous? At the moment than rambling about some other things that I could... )