2/7/09

I did NOT sleep well last night. I was up until like, 2 AM anyway, but I couldn't get to sleep. I started feeling sick and my mind started racing. I was just thinking about what's going to happen within the next few years.
I don't want to have to get my driver's license.
I don't want to have to go through my first car accident.
I don't want to have to write up my resume.
I don't want to have to go to a job interview.
I don't want to have to get a girlfriend.
I don't want to have to go to a job.
I don't want to have to go to a job every day.
I don't want to have to break up with anyone.
I don't want to have to date for a year or two with the same person before I know if she's someone I'm supposed to marry.
I don't want to have to get married.
I don't want to have to move out.
I don't want to have to pay my own bills.
I don't want to have to have kids.
I don't want to have to have family members die.
I don't want to have to go to funerals of my family members.
I don't want to have to dress my kids up is ugly tuxedos and dresses to go to funerals.
I don't want to have to pay my kids' bills.
I don't want to have to send my kids to school or homeschool them.
I don't want to have to pay for my kids' doctor/dentistry bills.
I don't want to have to watch my kids get driver's licenses.
I don't want to have to watch my kids have their first car accident.
I don't want to have to watch my kids start dating.
I don't want to have to watch my kids break up with anyone.
I don't want to have to get old.
I don't want to have to die.

But you know what? I have to. There's no escaping life. For years now, I just haven't really thought about any of this. I didn't want to have to think about any of this, but now I do. I only have two and a half years before I turn 18, and I'll have to move out, get a job, etc. Real life isn't like TV or videogames where I can do anything I want at any time. I don't want to have to do a lot of things, but I'll have to, and I hate it. Sure, I could always commit suicide or something, but that's just stupid, and I care about my family too much to put them through all that.

I layed (lied?) in bed for over an hour last night, with all that going through my head before I finally passed out. I even had to turn my ceiling fan on, which I've never had to do before. I think I might be sick or something.

Holy Shit That's Creepy

Fallout 3: Alien Ship, Alien Blaster Location

While wandering the Wastelands today, I finally found the fabled crash-landed alien ship, as well as the dead alien's blaster.

 

If you look really hard, you can see the dead alien right in front of the cockpit. Here's the location of the crash site:

 

2/04/09

http://buttersafe.com/2008/06/12/ducks/

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I just accidentally the whole bottle

http://www.sfwchan.com/pics/84829693.jpg

2/01/09

I thrive on obsession. I need numbers.

I just read through the entire xkcd archives today. A short but sweet obsession. Yesterday, I read all of the Ask John Anything blog, and about a month ago, I spent a week reading through all of the Penny Arcade comics. Same with Good Times Comics.

Anyway.

I need an obsession. A short obsession.

I need numbers. I need statistics. I need math.

I don't know what brought this all on, but something did.

P.S. This Drinky Crow Show is really bad.