One would think that a new semester is supposed to bring a fresh start and a new beginning. Our batteries are supposed to be recharged after a month of vacation. Unfortunately, that is not the case for me. I only had eight days off for all of winter break and spent the vast majority of the break waking up at five or six o’clock in the morning. I sleep in more while I am at school than I am away from it. The classes themselves are not fresh starts either. Your survival in them depends on how you survived previous courses. Some people just drop the class and take something easier when things get too tough but not me. I just try to suck it up and focus on the light at the end of the long tunnel. But for what? At the end of the tunnel is just more pain, more suffering. But then again, that has been the story of my life (which I should get back to writing at some point).
I must admit that there are many things in my life that I would regret that I would redo if I ever had the chance. There are however other things that I don’t regret or things that I wouldn’t change in my life, even if it were for the better. I wish I would have said some things to some people earlier. Maybe they would have understood me or felt the same way I did. I may not get the chance at those. I wish I would not have shunned some people away like I did. I either shunned them away or I just became so busy that I didn’t have time for them anymore. If I did that to you, I am sorry. However I don’t regret saying some things to some people and shunning some of them out of my life. They just meant more harm to me and would result and my failure. Those people held me back for too long. I also don’t regret not going to my prom. Some people still complain to me about it until this very day. From what I heard, it sucked and so I am not sorry. I may only regret not going for one reason and one reason only…
Somebody please tell me what is the big deal with birthdays. I have never ever seen a point to them in my life. What exactly are they supposed to mean? We are another year old, big deal. We get older by the second. Life generally goes like this: You are born, you live your life, you die. Every living creature goes through the same process. What makes one day different from any other? The same goes for any type of anniversary. What is the big deal? What exactly are we supposed to be celebrating and why? I know that I am being somewhat of a downer but I never saw the point.
I am sounding so moopy (is that a word) and depressed right now. I’m just not the type of person who gets excited about the little things. Maybe I’m just waiting for something bad to happen. Maybe I need a change of scenery; this city is starting to get to me. Maybe I’ll do that this summer.
Tune of the Week: "I'm Comin" by Silkk the Shocker
Quotes of the Week:
“You better live your best and act your best and think your best today, for today is the sure preparation for tomorrow and all the other tomorrows that follow.” –Harriet Martineau
“It is only by following your deepest instinct that you can lead a rich life, and if you let your fear of consequence prevent you from following your deepest instinct, then your life will be safe, expedient, and thin.
“Ninety percent of the politicians give the other ten percent a bad reputation.” –Henry Kissinger
“Anybody can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend’s success.” –Oscar Wilde
“Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.” –Charlie Chaplin
Roger Clemens is about to be indicted on perjury. Recently, he had a chance under oath to tell the truth about his connection to performance enhancing drugs. Not only did he most likely lie about doing them, he couldn’t even keep his story straight. Clemens came off looking like a bumbling fool. His ex-trainer may have had credibility issues before but his story lines up with the stories told by others, including Clemens “friend” Any Pettite. If somehow, someway, what Clemens has been saying is the truth, I will apologize and leave him be, but I have a hard time believing him. If not, his career will be left in ruins along the likes of Pete Rose and Barry Bonds. It’s about time the sport was cleaned up but it’s sad that it took the act of our federal government to do something. They are the ones least likely to do anything productive.
If there is one thing I despise more than anything else, its liars and cheats. There is no reason to cheat in any game, sport, or in life and there is no reason to lie about anything. I can tell when someone is lying or trying to cheat. People will appreciate you more when you tell the truth and lies hurt everyone who is involved. Cheaters will always get caught because it takes lying to cover it up. Plus it hurts the integrity of the game. It devalues the efforts of those who are trying to make it up the ladder the hard way. The reward is a lot sweeter when you actually earn it. What are supposed to tell the next generation when we tell them that their heroes lied and cheated to get where they are? What happens when the example isn’t set for them? What happens to the state of this planet when everyone starts looking for shortcuts? What happens when no one is there to guide the children in the right direction? Or are we already at that point? But for now,
C’est la vie.
