Nicolas broke up with me. A couple weeks ago. He didn't tell me why, and still hasn't told me yet. But I'm finally over it. I was planning on staying home for the whole summer to be with him, but days within that I left for Vancouver to be with my aunt and cousin/best friend. I stayed there for 21 days. Normally I would stay for the whole summer, but they had extra company coming from Hawaii, so had to leave. I'm back now, and I went out cause a friend of mine just came back from Toronto. So He bought me a 2 6 of Captain Morgan's spiced rum, and I drank half of it. I've discovered I can hold my alcohol very well. Anyways, so I kissed four girls and a guy. I'm never like that when I drink alcohol so it surprised me. Anyways, the guy ended up asking me to be his, and I said yes because I liked him ever since I met him... literally. But Sean moved and I hardly ever saw him anymore, but Sean's back. I used to write about this guy in my old live journal account, I deleted it though. Anyway, that's all I really wanted to say about my life.

When you look up at the stars what do you think? Do you think about how small we are in this place? There's a whole universe out there and we are just these small, tiny living things inside of it. Do you think it ever stops? It can't just go on forever can it? Or does it just stop? whats beyond it? Is it really just another galaxy inside another universe and so on and so on? How did we come to be and how did we learn to do everything we do? How did we go from walking, to using horse carriage's to creating this thing called a vehicle. How did we learn what to use to make things move, why did all those scientists pay attention to anything they did, what caught their attention and what made them carry about with it?
What happens to this thing called time? Where does it go when it passes? Is it really just a figment of our imagination? Or does it go out into the universe and something happens to it out there? What is the point of sleeping? Why sleep when you could live your life every minute of it worth doing what you love to do. To know one exists, one has to think that they exist or else they won't really exist. Really, what we are is just figments of our own imagination.
That's enough philosophy for tonight, I just thought I should record that somewhere, and where else than the internet?