Carry On Wayward Son...

Carry on my wayward son.
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest.
Don't you cry no more.


Will there be peace when I'm done? I don't know. Everyday I ask myself something similar to this. And I have to believe that there is. What other choice do I have?

I used to be sad that people seemed to have an equal amount of fun when I was around and wasn't. But that's just my vanity speaking. Being around just makes it so that you have fun as well. So overall fun levels are increased.

I'm writing again. Short commentaries on memories, philosophies and feelings. Each of them have a name associated to them. I'm fairly certain that you can guess what name goes to what topic. And I already have explanations. So if you ask then I will have an answer. It's not just me making excuses.

I would like to watch the Sixth and Seventh series of Supernatural now. I think it's my favorite TV series. Yeah it's definitely my favorite.Mentalist gave it a run for it's money but it's Supernatural. I'm not gonna justify it. I just like it more than anything else on TV right now. Or ever. Especially because it doesn't feature Zombies very much and vampires are not cuddly and in relationships. I am over those particular fads especially vampires. I feel like shoving Bram Stoker's Dracula into some of their faces and shouting "VAMPIRES DO NOT SPARKLE!!" Of course that just answers the Twihards. But it would be very satisfying.

My knees gone to buggery. I can walk but not easilly and putting pressure on it hurts a moderate amount. I suppose walking to Micheal's wasn't my best idea.

So carry on, because it's better than staying still or going backwards.