Jumble word that kicked my ass today: W A M I D Y

I haven't updated in a while, and here I am sitting in Dandi's room, bored as fuck. Ergo, I update.

I dropped my film and psych classes. I'm tired of doing so much work. So now I have four classes and four free periods a day. Excellent move, Ms. Ivy.

People are depressing me a lot today. I put on black and white clown makeup and did my mime routine on State Street, and hardly anyone acknowledged me. I hope I die before I get such severe tunnel vision that I'm afraid to look at a girl in gothic lolita threads, Belial makeup, and a fedora. Honestly, I wish I could communicate to people that it doesn't hurt to look around you every once and a while. It's like we've become so immersed in ignoring our differences that existence itself has become watered down and stagnant. The way we live....hurrying from place to place, rushing to meet time constraints, addicted to our iPods and tuned out from our environment.....is it really conducive to healthy social behavior? If a stranger walked out into the street in front of a speeding car, would even one of those tunnel-visioned iPod toters take a break from their schedule to yell a warning? Would they even look up?

I blame the government, and like to think I'm fully justified. What's the purpose of capitalism if not competition and strife? What do you see when you turn on the news? People hurting other people. More reasons to fear one another. We are encouraged everyday to better ourselves, and while self-fulfillment is admirable, is it the most important thing in life? And can it even be obtained from within this airtight bubble we refuse to vacate? Can one be completely satisfied with their life knowing all of their pursuits were in self-interest? Knowing they never gave back to the community or the world around them? I honestly hope the answer is no, but I find myself questioning it more and more with each passing day.

So yes, I am concerned. And I have a rabid desire to leave the country. I fear my head will become more and more clogged with negativity unless I step outside and get some fresh air. I need a new perspective.

Incompossiblity is imminent.

In other news, Feebo and I bought matching sticks of Jesus-flavored lip balm. Mmm-mmm, I do love the taste of Messiah.

Jesus saves!.....My lips! From chapping and irritation!