Bad Religion:

Culture was the seed of proliferation
but it has gotten melded into an inharmonic whole.
Consciousness has plagued us and we can not shake it,
though we think we're in control.
Questions that besiege us in life
are testament of our helplessness.
"There's no vestige of a beginning,
no prospect of an end." (Hutton, 1795)
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again.

Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't
explain why it should slip away.
History and future are the comforts of
our curiosity but here we are
rooted in the present day.

If you came to conquer you'll be king for a day.
But you, too, will deteriorate and quickly fade away
and believe these words you hear
when you think your path is clear.

We have no control.
We do not understand.
You have no control.
You are not in command.

Just got back yesterday. It was even better this time. Left my camera in someone's car, though, so it'll be a while before I get the pictures. School starts Wednesday. Uh...I guess that's it. I'll be updating the rest of the site soon.

Well as you probably know, I went to Pensacola for four days from July 19 to the 22nd, and then back again from August 4 to the 12th. Simply put, it was the best time of my life. I loved the beaches. They're so nice, especially compared to the ones North and South Carolina have to offer. Pensacola Beach is incredibly white. It's also incredibly hot. It rose over 110 one day. I'll be going back again for Labor Day weekend. I know that later I might laugh at my excitement about Pensacola, especially after I visit other parts of the world; however, when one hasn't travelled much, something such as this is great.

I talked to Jenn today for the first time in over three months. She's with Chris, a guy I've seen at SCC, I think.

Andrew and Taylor have gotten themselves pierced. I talked to Andrew in June. He'd just finished a semester of difficult classes. He's having a good time in college, I can tell. This isn't going to sound right and I probably have no right in saying it either, but I just hope he goes back to the person I've always known him to be. Our friendship hasn't been the same since a few stupid things that happened senior year, but I still care about him. One thing that makes me mad, though, is that he fools his parents into thinking he's clean and virtuous as a monk. One time in 12th grade I was very mad at him and almost went to talk to his mom, because I don't think she knew some things. I was mad, but I also wanted the best for him. I know, it's not my choice to make. It's hard not to think one knows what's best. Maybe I should just butt out altogether.

I haven't talked to Keri much. I'll assume she's with cows and/or horses somewhere having a mushy good time.

I see Jason every now and then.

It makes me sad that the closest friends I have I don't even see very much. It's probably me. I'm very shy and strange, so I'm probably the reason why my friends don't want to see much of me. Oh well.

There was a storm today. It was nice.