I wonder if it really is healthy to have an active imagination.
I distinctly remember that on occasions when I was younger I would pretend I had some sort of LEGO set, Power Wheels, or fictional device with such fervor that the following day I would have to go and check to see if it had been a dream or reality.
As I got older, the imaginations dissolved into sleepless nights of visualizing how my life would be orders of magnitude greater if I just had a Mac and a fancy, fast car.
Now I’m really old and my materialism has pretty much started to wane (slowly). So is it safe for me to be imagining and dreaming intangibles that will probably never happen.
Am I hurting other people by using them in my mind?

Oh wow, how time flies. That seems to be quite the trend in these posts.

A lot of days I wake up and I feel old. I realize it’s ridiculous, but I’ve been around for a good while now. In many ways, I’ve hardly grown up since my days of LEGOs and getting dizzy in sprinklers, yet who would have guessed way back then that I’d end up where I am today?

I have so much to be thankful for and appreciative of in my life, and I truly hope that I’m doing a decent job of showing that. I am frightfully aware of how much more I have the potential to be doing in all my affairs—-academic, familial, spiritually. You have to stop and smell the roses though, right?

The biggest challenge I face is merely keeping life itself balanced. Devoting enough time to study (yeah right), an attempt at being a sociable being, and leaving time to occasionally just sit and ponder my own existence.

Hello, world. This is me.

The title comes from an awesome track by Jack’s Mannequin who have a new album coming out in a handful of weeks. I should say officially coming out, as it’s been on the internets for awhile now.

I find time passing by way too fast. Not that I really care to prolong the college experience, but I find it hard to believe that I’ve been living and sleeping in this box for almost a solid month now. Tomorrow marks the end of the fourth week of the semester. If you subtract holidays, the entire semester is only sixteen weeks. That’s 25% folks.

In other news, I bought a Nalgene and I pee way too much now. I also bought a NERF gun. On the internet.