I think the burden of living is that we are only limited to what we can do, what we are expected to do, and what we know what we can do...

I was thinking of making a new blog, start off with a new name, abandon the XenosbioZ. But then I thought, nah, no one cares, and I will carry the past with me no matter what.

I feel that time goes by at an exponential rate the older I get...

It's April...

I've never been happier.. I'm so glad I pushed it.  Must have been annoying, but I needed to be.

You know what?  I'm going to finish Grandia, then I'm going to finish Dragon Quest VIII.

"We are freeer than we'd like to admit, we are freeer than we'd like to admit, we are freeer than we'd like to admit" 

*Sulks in the corner*

"...Because it kind of gives people permission for other people to do the same thing.  Disrespect invites disrespect.  Violence incites violence..."

Meryl Streep said it!!  I learned about this in my philosophy medieval European political class, and I keep repeating the same thing, but everyone follows the leader.  If the leader is all self-interest, everyone else would be... whether conscious or not conscious about it...

Anyways, I'm playing Wild Arms and rereading The Things They Carried.

The Liutenant feels that it was his fault that one of his subordinates died because he wasn't concentrating on the war; he was distracted by thinking of the person he loves.  Reminds me of me when my grandpa died.  I cried a lot at his funeral and viewing, not because of him, but because of that girl who would never love me back!