Christmas is coming. I am having mixed feeling about it. I love it, but I fear that I will still have shortcomings and be all greedy and assholish about the things I DO get... "I am Jack's raging bile duct." Also, I realise now how quickly two weeks can travel be it over school, break, love or hate. Two weeks is not a very critical span of what effects us. It isnt and it is. What I mean is, it CAN be... "On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero." Also, I think I tend to hope and wish for a writer's perspective on my life instead of acting it. In stead of living it. I instead opt for the hope that something will fly into my life and give me destiny. Something needs to GIVE me destiny apparently, cause I think I lack the raw materials to manufacture my own. "You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." .Steve