I was looking at my old myspace page that I hadn't bothered to look at for ages and saw this posted on my description:

About me:

I don't know who I am. Don't ask. But I will say this much.

My life is ruled by uncertainties and whims.

Like a cashew nut. An asylum for wasted opportunities. Lacking virtues. Tactless and tasteless.

These words mean nothing to who I am and what I want to be, because I can never be who I want to be. An image that depends on the way other people perceive me. The letter Z.

I don't really like to talk unless people talk to me first, because I find that most of the things I try to talk about aren't worth talking about. That and I don't give a **** about what I think anymore.

However, I do like listening to people, and I do respond back. So there.

...That basically sums up my life since this summer, although the excitement of Berkeley's blurred the distinctions a bit lately so that I do care a bit more about what I personally think... and I feel better about it. I kinda miss the dorm life experience right now actually, although even that had its quiet moments I guess.

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I'm getting annoyed with how I had all these things planned up for me to do in my spare time, but now that I actually get the time to do them, I don't feel like doing them anymore. Or rather, at the moment. I don't really feel like doing anything besides sitting here and staring at nothing. Life is no fun when you can't share it with people. Ironically though, a good number of these things I want to do are things most other people aren't really interested in anyway.

Sam and Max
The Brothers Karamazov
FFXII
Valkyrie Profile 2
Unlocking all the microgames in WarioWare.
Whatever else that's sitting on my hard drive.

Of course, right now I don't feel like doing any of that. I'm just idle.

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Whenever I'm alone my mind starts to wonder and I start reliving random scenes in this neverending story of mine that I've been running through my head since elementary school. It's... kinda hard to describe so I'll just randomly pull things out of my head.

a living photo album
memories
black and white
beautiful lights
ageless beauty
a starry night
indie
a blurred shadow
dancing
the stranger.

Bow down to your maker.

I'm living life in a glass jar.
Don't come for me,
don't follow me
I'm happy the way I am-

the treasure that can never be stolen
-Nihilism

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha.

Keep trying all you want,
But I won't let you take this from me.
So bring it on, Death.