A Heap of Broken Images

I found an old essay I wrote as a freshman in high school describing my views on the meaning of life, religion, and even homosexuality. It wasn't an outstanding paper, but I'm not entirely ashamed of it. I basically decided that life was for having fun. And that I didn't understand "prejudism against gays." On one hand I look at the paper and wonder who that person was. I mean...I wrote: "I live life with one word on my mind: fun." Weird! I can't even remotely understand that mentality now. It's not that fun isn't important to me, but the idea that it would be my main life philosophy is so alien to me. It's so divorced from my current mentality that I wonder if I was lying to myself. Or just writing ditzy because I was a teenager and felt an obligation to play the part. I was about to write that I wasn't a hedonistic party-fiend at 16, but I suddenly remembered that I did have a bit of fun.Maybe it's just my goddamn job that has me being all old and negative and shit. My cursive was actually kinda cute.

Three Positive Thangs:

1. Flossing and brushing is the best. I have a little toothache, and flossing and brushing gives me some mental relief. I am off for a morning appointment to the dentist tomorrow, and am bracing myself for a lecture about cavities or something. But yeah...flossing and brushing--good acts, good-for-you, good times.

2. Lip balm is the best! My lips are very happy right now cuz I finally got something for them. I forgot to pack balm, and managed to get some stuff right now. If my lips could kiss me, they would.

3. The reign of the bloody noses is over. It was a brief period...a few hours last night, when my cold transformed into a nightmarish blood-fest. Thankfully it was a short period, and my nose is getting less and less congested every day. I have been able to taste all my meals for two days straight. I must be getting better!