Grim.

Last week, in the midst of exams, I had a conversation that was grim to say the least. Really, it was morbid. To the point where I brought out a point I had contemplated (and believe is true) before: We are all in the process of dying. (Which is really just ageing which no one contends with.) But why, oh why, should we have to think about this? It makes everything rather pointless, really. I refuse to be totaly pointless although conceed for the most I am.

Ever think about how artists are like luxuary items? I have. It's sad. Global warming and other environmental problems, they're boom time politics (it does seem). Notice how since the recession (oh! come off it! As far as Im concerned its been an unofficial recession since the start of the year and all it took was those two - or maybe three not sure- consecutive quatres. I think that even though the senate in the US passed that bill thingo - it still has to go through the reps which is more than abit back to front for EVERYONE else - it will stop the US from a depression but I think the economic cylce is the economic cycle for a reason and at best a slight recession has already begun.) No one cares about global warming or 'being green' half as much when they carn't afford to pay off their mortgage. Its sad becasue the issue (global warming) is no less pressing because of an economic crisis.
All in all: grim.

But what everyone has to remember: what on earth do I know? Not much, that I know. Sos, when you feel terribly indiginant because everything I have said is wrong and want to shoot me, then remember! What do I know?