I must say that I do not agree with graphic artwork. I like it, and I understand that it's the future or whatevs, but I really do not agree with being an "artist" yet sitting at the computer all day. That doesn't sound like the kind of artist who sits with a canvas all day, and gets messy paint all over them, and lives and breathes life and color and lines. I guess that's why it's graphic design, and I guess that's why they're not real artists. And nobody really said they were... but I still felt the need to lash out. I don't feel bad about the world. About the environment being destroyed and about how it feels like the world is more utterly disgusting because of the internet and the commerce and the way we have become. Because this era is no exception, it is such a small small piece of everything. And the earth was never ours, and doesn't really give a shit about us; we are just another inhabitant that will be gone in a few million years. And I don't agree with your religion. I understand, yes, that there are feelings that are unexplainable and this is frustrating and it's easy to place them with some idol, or some idea. But can we not accept that they are simply feelings, and perhaps meaning was a lie all along. Consider it, we made up meaning. So why should anything mean anything? I think it's merely a term. Like a literary term. Something you make up to describe something that isn't really something to be described in the first place. I also think I'm a little crazy. And if not that, then I am a lot weird. And definately not because I'm saying these silly human things. I'm going to join the peace corps. And I will be really disappointed in myself if I never do that. I can't wait to study at university and then go humble myself and help the world. I think it's the best plan I've come up with thus far. And I really like finishing books. Which is why short books are fun. And I just started the Stand which is over a 1000 pages so I don't know about it. I like it already, but didn't I just say I like short books? Oh deary lou.