Here I am, chewing on a bracelet I got from the Wilson splash zone, and I want to go climb an elephant, and I'm too stupid to go contact someone to climb an elephant with.
Life is soooo, lifey, you know?
I saw The Guardian yesterday. You always know the old mentor guy's going to die, because that's the cycle of things, but it was so SAD when it happened.
I cried. I wanted a hug. It was dumb.
I really liked the movie, though. Mostly because of everything that lied behind it. They kept saying these folks were 'fishers of men' and it reminded me of that one passage of the Bible where Jesus comes and makes some homies out of those two fishers. I should probably know more about it. But at least I remember it. And I remembered it the whole time.
It made me think a lot about life. And the sea. And how they're so similar.
And other things.
And then I saw Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. And concluded that I really did feel like climbing things and having friends and going places. Because love is real. And people have to say goodbye. But they can still make out beforehand.
Perhaps I'll work on that in a couple weeks.
I'm really kind of a bad person. I could do a lot of stuff that I don't. I could help lots of people. I could be nice and compliment everyone and like everything everyone else ligs. I could be far less selfish.
But I like being selfish. It's fun. Besides, I could be a really horrible person. Like, killing people and calling people really mean names and stuff. I could be racist or spiteful or other stuff. I mean, yeah. But still.
That's enough. I want to go under my blanket and feel lonely and sorry for myself again.