So, as usual, I forgot all that I had intended to say. Therefore I have less to say than one should expect.

I just found the ost interesting buttons upon my task bar. Though I do not know what purpose they serve.

Spanish Club. Pretty freaking sweet. Today we ate some food. And we talked about everything except Spanish/Hispanic related things. And then we left. It was amazing.

My laptop overheated and short circuited so I had to turn it in to be repaired. Thankfully my borhter is friends with one of the Help Desk guys, so he might be able to save all of my data. Until I get it back, I shall continue to feel cut off from the world. I miss Meebo.

I have also realized that people who commit suicide do not necessarily want the death that they shall recieve, they just don't want to continue living this life that they suffer through not for themselves, but for another. Some people have been trapped in a life that they can't get out of. They've been forced to think things, to want things, they have been programmed. These people will do anything to escape it. It's not what they want. It's not anything that could bring them joy. Yet these people can not change it, for it is far too late to alter their course. Everything up until the point of their suicide hwould have been wasted and almost no alternate course with desirable or respectable endings. It's not that they don't want life itself, they just don't want the life they are living.