Doin' It Online for the First Time

Sad to say that I completed my journal, which I had named Sherbert, last night. I sure miss staying up the extra 15 minutes on some nights just to write an entry. I especially miss writing the dates in the top right hand corner, that was always my favourite part. It always reminded me that "each day is its own day." I believe the journal is about 140 pages long, but thats nothing compared to how much goes on in ones life, because I can tell you this now, that my life definitly does not consist of about 140 pages. Plus, what I had written in the journal is only somewhat amusing, it gets boring at times, as I become repetitive, about how girls never like me, or how my teacher was a complete dick to me. But, on occasion the stories can be quite intriguing as I explore deeper understandings to the meaning of life, and approach questions that we as human beings find troubling to coexist with. 

But on a seperate topic now, I definitly won't take all the credit for this ingenious idea of journaling my thoughts on this webpage. Alan gets most of the credit, if it weren't for his inspiring four stories that he had posted on his blog page, I probably wouldn't have even known about this site or its power to get the best out of you. 

Last night had a good balance to it, although it always seems as if the bad outweighs the good in most situations, seeing as how I can mostly concentrate on the bad at times. So, Louis, Aiden, and myself, went out "spot" searching, and after about an hour of driving, and my ass falling asleep on me. We found a wonderous spot that wasn't at all bad. We set up a blanket, and we star gazed and looked out onto the ocean, as we expanded our concious minds. Its funny how, sometimes we never realize how small we are. That we live our lives, as if that was all there was to live, but I believe that theres something greater. Some greater sense of being, just the being part. We are human "beings" because we are the ones have been, are going to be, and are being. And yet, we can't take one moment out of our "civilized" lives, to look up at the stars and wonder, about how we as the beings, are here, and not out there. Is it because we can't "be" in space? Because theres no such thing as an outter being? I find it troubling to accept that theory, of there not being an outter being. Seeing as how I study Shambhala, and that includes accepting the inner drala of yourself and the external drala of the universe. Combining these two things, creates that sense of meagic within yourself, as space, time, and matter, soon mean nothing to you. Its a very interesting religion, and I suggest that anyone who is interested in the topic of the universe, pick up a book about Shambhala and read it. But anyways, we soon left the spot, after we waited another 15 minutes for me, to gather myself and my things, and drove to In-N-Out. Where we only encountered an arguement between a woman and these two black guys who seemed to be the secruity for In-N-Out. We ate, had a small conversation with one of the guys, and left. I got home at about 11:44. I was tired, and out of it. I watched some television for about 20 minutes and crashed.

I have to say that apart from the excessive driving, it was a nice night. Definitly an experience I will remember, until the day that I die. So, on this note I must leave you all. I have yet to shower, and I have a college counseling meeting in about an hour. I'll definitly write here later, seeing as how its definitly becoming something I'm enjoying. Have Good One.