unstrung

I miss college.    Not only coz I get to slack off every now and then, but I miss making more interesting random thoughts. i.e. those times where I sit in front of my computer making aimless essays about nothing at all.. Even though most of them are immature and senseles, they are still entertaining. To me, at least. (Yes., I get amuzed listening to my own dorky and kiddish self). Lately, the job, living on my own and finding out whats really out there,, made me this old boring geezer.   You suck, real world.

I don’t know. I think I’m in that stage in life where I’m in front of about a million doors.. and I’m too lazy or scared to sit down and ponder which ones to take. Is this what they call a quarter life crisis..? So if a person with a mid life crisis gets a Porsche, should I go ahead and get me a Honda? (cheaper, economical car for the 22ish) haha. wait……….. crap.

So whenever I sit and pondor about what’s ahead I often get this "vanishing point". You know when you think about the future for an hour, and a bunch of things come up and you realize shit, now i’m more confused than ever.. and the brain slowly shuts down and you’re back to square one.. It’s like the point never existed.  Very odd.

I realized lately I’ve been loosing track of people. I know its really hard to maintain relationships, but sometimes i wish they had "thought mails" where you can send a note to someone while you’re doing something that made you remember them.  I’m sure it would require a lot of funding from different scientific/metaphysical organizations.. but hey, I promise I won’t spam.

I wish I hadn’t started eating this endangered species chocolate with "espresso beans". For those who are confused, its a bar of chocolate that gives money to help preserve endangered species. (no endangered animals were used in making them… as one silly person once thought…)  It’s good, but its keeping me awake like crazy. I have work tommorow, and here I am writing random blogs.

Oh and I still have half of my Chipotle burrito dinner in my desk. Gross, Chris. K, time to get out of this thing..