I FINALLY GOT MY ARMS PUNCTURED AND IT STINGSSSS

I ALSO HANDED IN 2 CARELESSLY DONE ESSAYS TODAY

I REMEMBERED THAT I FORGOT A LIBRARY BOOK AS SOON AS I ARRIVED AT THE STATION AND MADE A LONG CONTEMPLATION WHETHER TO GO BACK HOME AND GET IT

I DIDN'T GET IT

I ALSO LOST MY MULTI2 TICKET. i had placed it in the back pocket of my pants AND KNEW IT. KNEW THAT SOMETHING WRONG WOULD COME OUT OF IT because i never put it in my pants

but i feel great.

Happy actually. Studying is going well. At first I died a little having seen that I finished an entire notepad which I used for this semester and I've memorized 80% of it which is A RELIEF

I fricken love my memory

anyways I would make a post about Life. Not the typical "I hate life" "I don't know what to do" kind of talk, more of the philosophical side of it because I was on the train the other day coming back from work and i had snoozed a bit but when I woke up, i had this completely out of body experience that made me feel like , woah why am I in this body. why do i look like this.

Have you watched The Host? - that would make a lil sense.

okay i'll say it now

so when I woke up I felt really out of place. Like I was some kind of spirit or lurking soul that just happened to enter into this body from birth and played the role of "Emily". I can't explain it but I kept questioning myself why am I specifically in this body, why do I look like this, what am I controlling this body and this life. Why am I creating a life for this body.

Not for a second did I think I was a person. I kept questioning myself "in this body"

anyways other stories have happened like the 19 year old woman who died at a festival held near the harbour from a drug overdose. It was on the news and my uncle was there saying how tragic it is to waste your life away from a drug overdose. You ONLY lived 19 years. 19 short years. IT'S SO SHORT. DO YOU REALIZE THAT?!?!? LOL But the point isn't that she OD but she lived only 19 years, same age as me. You maybe... or younger.

I can't fathom Life. That we are born from our mother's womb, brought into existence and are given a life to control. Maintain. Build from. and in the end, for however long we live to, we die. That's it.

What is the point?

What is the point of existing if we die? Why do we go through struggles, pain, heartaches to create a life of our own. Why do we have a life?

It makes me sad.

(far everything makes me sad lol)

but it makes me sad knowing that we could have created a really great life. A happy one. Phenomenal one despite the struggles, pain or heartaches. We could have really really loved our life, why is it then taken away from us by death?

This goes to carry on with my conversation with my uncle finding out who is the longest living person or living person as of now, she's 116 years old and she looks younger for a 116 year old person! (it's on Google) She's lived through 3 centuries, the 1800s, 1900s and now the 2000s. HOW AMAZING. I WANT TO DO THAT. SHE'S LIVED THROUGH ONE ENTIRE CENTURY omgggaaadd SHE SHOULD WRITE A HISTORY and i would totally buy it

LETS DO THAT. Lets all live til 106 at least, which makes it year 2101. HOW AWESOME!!!

Okay I'm going to take care of myself now so I can live past 100 years old.

:)


Happy studying :)


Monday, November 10, 2014 7:42 PM