coming back to mn is like a jolt back to reality. and what an ugly jolt. it's really depressing, seeing how hard my parents work. they leave the house at 7am, and sometimes don't make it back till 7, 8pm. and when they're home, they're still working. they're always exhausted. what do i do at school? sit around on my ass, eat, play video games, eat, watch tv, eat, and occasionally study. and eat. my mom asked me what i actually did at school, and i didn't know what to say, cuz i really don't do anything. i watched a show on the giant tortoises of the galapagos the other day, and had the same feeling. the scientists have such purpose in their lives. they have something to live for, a passion. what's my passion? pete yorn. :p and ansel adams and tom robbins. and frogs or anything alive and slimy. heh, no, kierkegaard. kierkegaard was one stud muffin. i mean, the name says it all. Soren Kierkegaard. even more fun than Friedrich Nietzsche. or a barrel of monkeys. a barrel of nietzsches? you decide.