How's that for cynisism?

No person will ever be completely satisfied. It's our nature to want more and to never settle for less. No one will ever be truly happy, ever. The human race is becoming more and more self obsessed with each passing day. People are far more inconsiderate and rude. There are no "thank yous" after the holding open of doors, there are no "sorrys" after someone hurriedly rushed past another, bumping into them. Humanity is a lost cause, and I've lost hope. Everyone is lying through their teeth. Countless times have many tried to instill this false hope into me, but it is no use. I know the truth. True love only exists in movies. If it does exist in reality, it fades away until it is lost. Why do we love? It is as equally, if not more painful as it is rewarding. Why must one person complete another? Why weren't we made complete? Or were we?

I found that in my desk a few days ago. It was written on February 13th, 2007. I think it's safe to say I was having a bad day.


On a lighter note, this weekend was pretty awesome. Everyone was back for Thanksgiving, so a lot of us ended up at Mainst for a night of drinks and bad decisions. It was a pretty eventful one, as my bar tab never fails me. Saturday followed with movies and lounging at Lisa's and sleepover with Krista's because I am a pussy and can't sleep by myself in my house. My fears are legit though, I swear my house is haunted. Actually, I think pretty much everywhere I go is haunted. I can't even drive at night alone without being on the phone. This was never the case until about 2 months ago at Krista's cottage when everyone was telling ghost stories. Thanks guys. Maybe I'm just legitimately afraid of being alone.

Anyway, Sunday consisted of getting tattooed, J-me hangouts, cottage/family dinner (a LOT of mashed potatoes and caesar salad, as I was a little late on the whole tofurkey idea) and then probably one of the best sleeps I've ever had.

Today I stopped by ghetto rez to hang out with some of the guys. Bajc, Ry, Peter and I went out for dinner at Rooster's where Ryley attempted to devour a wing in one bite and then shovelled about 1/4 pound of cheese into his mouth. I literally almost spewed across the table. Good thing it was an almost huh, Bajc?

You probably aren't even reading this right now because this is a long, boring, unnecessary post about my weekend. I will try to keep it a bit shorter next time, but come on, I haven't blogged in like 3 days, I've been going through withdrawl. Haha, no, but really. Be safe.