Once again

Another completely predictable cycle has started.

So...even if you already know everything that's going to happen you still have to go through life.

I really wonder if there's a purpose for it though.  I mean, does doing the same thing over and over make you...what?  Better?  Stronger?  I dunno, maybe.

But why would it?

Summer feels less like a break and more like...a time where I'm supposed to work harder ot make opportunities for myself.  I don't like it.

Shiiiiiiiiit........

.......I tried to get a wordpress, because I feel more creative when I'm not surrounded by people who make their blogs emo and screamo, but...eh.

Mainly it's because wordpress doesn't like my computer, and as such, it's kinda hard to write good, meaningful things when, well, you're computer is barfing up the site.

Anyways, I would like to recount the experiences of today.  Today is a good day to write about, because it's actually interesting.

In the morning, I went to church.  I do this every Sunday morning.  You don't need to hear about this.

In the afternoon, I went rock climbing.  I rarely go rock climbing.  And this part, you REAAALLY need to hear about.

So, rock climbing.  What are you thinking?  Like, some stupid boys climbing on some boulders?  Or like, doing sissy pants stuff, like going to a gym with a plaster rockwall and ropes, so that it doesn't hurt too much when you fall onto the padding below?  Nope.  Not that either.

My friend drove me to a fucking cliff.  Like, wtf.  And this cliff wasn't your average cliff.  This cliff is tall.  If you fall down, you either die, or you wish you were dead.  And this cliff is made of CRACKED ROCKS.  I'm not kidding.  My friend made rockslides with the shit he broke off the cliff.

But me?  I'm stupid.  So I do it anyways.  A good rule to follow is the "One Hand Rule"  This is, you always have at least one hand on a solid hold, in case you FALL.  Yea?  Good rule to know?  Abso-fucking-lutely. 

It saved my life.  Not even an exaggeration.

I was at this one part where, I was facing out, into the valley, with my back to the cliff, and both hands one something.  BUT, whatever I put my left hand on, was really sucky.  It broke.  Thanks, rock, way to try to KILL ME.  And I like, did a 180 spin and like, was holding onto dear life with my right hand.  I didn't even think about how dangerous that was at the moment, but looking back, if I did not follow the rule well, or like, if whatever I had my right hand on was also sucky, that means no more Takemoto.  No more Spiffy.  And no more Stephen Chu.

Probably would've been good news to a few people who don't like me, but, would've sucked majorly for me, that's for sure.

But the moral of the story is...THAT WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME!!! NEAR DEATH FOR THE WIN!!!

And then, I went to a park, where a bird pooped on me.  I hate birds.  Went to a church meeting.  yes, another one.  ate at the Olive garden.

End of my day.

Damn, I'm glad to be alive.  woo.

AHH!

why are all the pictures on top dead?

This year went by so fast!  nooooooooooo!

Another year of college and I have done absolutely nothing fun!!  waaaahhh!

*ahem* finals sure are scary.

What?

They still haven't told me what the hell I'm sposed to do for community service.

Whatever, not like I really care, I just wanna get this outta the way.

It's currently 11:25 and I have some homework due at 8 am that I still need to do.  If I were a normal college kid, this would be fine.  But my body requires its daily 8 hours of sleepy time.  So I'm sad.

I read recently that the stuff of life is pretty pedestrian.  You know, some carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, some calcium, bit of sulfur, and some bits of other elements.  Cheap stuff you can get on a "child's allowance", to quote Alphonse Elric.

With that in mind, we consider all the events that happened beforehand to lead to my, or your, very existence.  First off, we have the big bang, an absurdly brief moment in history when all the matter that was necessary to create everything was, well, created.  And then the molecules slowly formed together to make stars, which underwent reactions to create all the different elements in the universe.  Then, our solar system had to form, slowly, bit by bit, little pieces of molten rock coming together to form planet after planet. 

Now, keep in mind that, at this time, all the universal constants of physics have already been, miraculously, perfect for supporting life, along with the fact that in our solar system, the earth had formed the perfect distance from our new sun to also be suitable for life.  If any of these constants had been tweaked in the smallest way, or if the earth had been a few meters off, well, life wouldn't have formed.

Now that everything is in place, some toxic puddles on this humble planet were lucky enough to contain a few packets of chemicals and molecules, which began to tweak, and move of their own accord.  The beginning of life.  These molecules began to take in their environment, add bits to themselves, and change.  And so began the process of evolution, either by random changes, if you so believe, or ordained by a higher power.

As the process continues, new life forms are constantly showing up, and disappearing, on this suitable-for-life, yet hostile, planet.  Now, one lineage begins to evolve higher thought processes, thoughts that can comprehend beyond what they can just see, hear, smell, or taste.  This lineage will become us, the humans.

So the humans are formed.  Now, each human passes on his or her DNA, to form more and more combinations of human DNA, and thus, new humans.  Each sequence of DNA can only make one person, and so only one possible scenario can make you: each of your ancestors had to have mated in the exact manner which they had in order to create, out of some cheap scraps of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, calcium, sulfur, and other elements, you.

This amazing sequence of events served to create me, and the purpose that I currently serve now is none other than to be very sad at the prospect at having to wake up at 7 am tomorrow.

Sentenced...

...to 4 hours of community service.

I haven't done community service since high school...when it was required for graduation.

And here I am, having to do it again.

I love how community service is a requirement for school, or a punishment for something you've done.  Do they really think they're fostering a strong sense of giving and community when they do that?  I mean, it's like they were thinking "boy, what can we use as a punishment?"  "Oh, I don't know, maybe we should make them do something that we've already been encouraging them to do, like community service.  That won't make them hate community service."

I mean, isn't another name for this "volunteer work"?  Where's the volunteering?  I don't see any volunteering from my part.  So maybe this is more like slave labor.  Oh wait, yea, I think it is.  Work without compensation, that is. 

Oh no no, I volunteer.  I volunteer to have my brains blown out by a magnum so I won't have to do this shit.

It wasn't even my bullcrap piece of shit idea either.