Today I realized that I don't know how to have fun. I mean, I know how to have fun, but not real, genuine fun. I can when I'm around others who know how to but I've never really learned how to have an accessive amount of good time. I don't think its no so much learning as it is just being around it. So actually, I've never been around real fun throughout the entire span of my life. It seems weird to think about this, but that's what I want my life to be. Sometimes I take shit too seriously. It would be nice to be goofier, but not to the point of immaturity. Once I step back at look at the situation I see that whenever I'm around people who are naturally reserved I tend to get bored and metamorphesize into that quiet way of life. But when I'm around the constant unpredictableness and humor of a funny person, I change into that. Mentally and emotionally it feels so much better and clearer to laugh and play around a little. Hopefully in the continuing years of my life I will meet more people who improve me instead of deteriorate me (and my spirit).

Even though the site is on hiatus and no one can see this right now, I felt I needed to get the following out anyhow.

My friend, who is now deeply religious, is refusing to read an assigned book because the group who controls and brainwashes these fictional people is not God. Now I understand that because if you don't want to read something because it is against your beliefs, by god then don't. And its awesome she is standing up for what she thinks, but for one, it is a book and it is not going to harm you be to cultured. If I were assigned a devoutly religious text, as much as I wouldn't want to read it, I would anyway to learn something new and understand the beliefs of others (Then again, I'm a book whore). I wanted to tell her but refrained because I'm not one to start face to face skirmishes.

We're starting to read Hamlet in Lit. Shakespeare is eeevil. I hate reading his plays, though listening is bareable at times (only with skilled actors). Many people claim that he "invented" thousands of words and sayings, but I don't dare give credit to purely one man for all of that work. He might have been the first to write it down, but not speak it all of it. Many of "his sayings" were probably language he heard on the street and so on. But on come, one man cannot have that much literary and language power. There must be some other explaination! Over the years, words could have been changed with each performance by different actors, etc. There is so much error in written and spoken language. Sometimes I wish we could communicate only with our emotions, eyes and body language. It seems so much more pure and true.

I finished my OSU application..sent it in yesterday. Oh the joys of online apps. Now to my Petit Prince rough draft that I've out off until the last mintue...