you can walk all over me, just don't walk away.

there is this one song that i can't stop listening to...pursuit of happiness

it just makes me so happy. "if i fall, if i die, know i lived it to the fullest" because i know that everything that shines is not made of gold.
jake and lisa told me that i would like the movie "the fall" and i sure did. i think that people can relate to the problems of others, mostly because they don't have them. people, americans, whoever... we watch to much fucking tv. the idiot box makes us think that we actually know what it feels like. what does it feel like when you lose your mind, your lover, your family, your life? we can guess, we can tell ourselves that we actually know. but that is just because we saw it on tv. we saw someone have a problem, and we think that we know how it feels because someone on the screen had this problem. in fact... NO ONE KNOWS, UNTIL IT HAPPENS TO YOU. and even then... what does it feel like? because when shit goes down, you actually don't feel anything. and what i feel about something will not be what someone else feels about the same thing.

take voting, for example. i voted because i wanted to. i wanted to. i can't think of any other reason. i just wanted to. i also felt that i had to. my roommate did not vote. my other roommate voted because he wanted some kind of change. my family voted because they are well informed on the issues and they wanted to exercise their rights in hopes of making a positive alteration. we all had the same options, we all had the same choices but we did not have the same affair. we did not make the same decision, we did not have the same feelings... WE DID NOT HAVE THE SAME EXPERIENCE.... even thought, it was fundamentally the same situation.

or kids. we were all kids once... but some old people don't like them, and some old people can't stop making more of them because they think kids are super.

or fucking fruit. some people like to eat fruit, some people like to fuck fruit... just ask nick S. he likes to do bananas. and until he adds me as a friend on facebook... well lets just say he will be eating man-salted-naners.

the point is... we all live though things in different ways.

one more thing... this song makes me even more happy. i could die in this songs arms and be ever so happy... fuck man, i would go to church (not with a mushhead hangover) if i could hear this song echo through the chambers of godlandhouse.... nightdogs

alright... so night, dawgs!