Cool ,Cool, kinda wished i played during my hs days . but nah i spent my time being a typical troublemakeer . getting tats, fighting the usual .,

Actually, they were offline yesterday for a while. I wish I could have seen the look on their faces when they saw the number of hits on this site from one single school.

Friday the 13th. Good times.

for me everything happens the week before friday the thirteenth. Not only does my mother's car break down, my sisters does as well. so you know what that means? my car gets commandered for a week. I nearly failed a government test, I had to take 3 tests, finish a project, AND paint my house. so today is like nothing.

I wonder.

Are our brains hard-wired for dis-satisfaction? Does blissful appreciation get pushed aside for the more survival-oriented divide and despair? Is "progress" just a code word for the aggressive animal behaviour that is a biological imperative? And, most importantly, will we ever be able to appeal to the higher angels of our nature?

"I killed you, I watched you DIE, Mr. Anderson..."

Let us hope we never can, for there in lies stagnation. If we should ever reach such a blissfully placid uninspired need no more state it is almost an assurity that the universe will cull us like the gentle, peaceful cattle we heard into the meatgrinders.

Struggle, Survive, Achieve.

Perhaps that is why people associate death with a peaceful rest.

For the latter is true. Finding 'inner peace and contentment' is the sure fire way to lead to stagnation, complacency, and obsolesence.

The end of humanity doesn't necessarily have to come from war ... it could just as easily be peacefully and in it's sleep.