100th, Coffee High, Reflections

I haven't been able to sleep the last couple of nights. John made me a very 'effective' cup of coffee today morning, and well, I don't think I will need to sleep ever again.

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The last few days, I have been thinking about an awesome post, and well, all I wanted to really say in this post, is that ROTD has been insanely fun for me to write, and hopefully for you to read.

I was thinking about writing a letter to Jenifer Aniston, but I couldn't really think of anything outside of "Dear Jenifer, You are probably the hottest woman ever." That would have been a short post, so I decided against it. Besides, I'm still waiting for Deepika to get back to me...

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This time is quite significant to my general existence. In the next few days, I will find out if I will be allowed to switch out of engineering. Hopefully this one will swing my way. I'm praying... Thinking back, I don't even know why I was in engineering to begin with. Dad, what were we thinking?

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I was packing my stuff a couple of hours ago. And as I was taking the books off of my bookshelf, something so honestly conscientious hit me. The books, they had dust on them. The dust, it felt like I had dissed those books to the ultimate. I keep them on that shelf, with hopes of one day opening them and actually reading them, but I never do. And to display them like that was such a sham! Hypocrisy! Fraudulent!

From now on, I am only going to display books that I have read. That will be my little reward.

Also, I am thinking of writing a book. Don't know where to start though, so if you, my dear three readers would oblige, ideas, topics, opinions, anything that could help.

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I was watching a movie yesterday. It was a corny sports flick about some messiah guy and a gymnast or something. It was supposed to be a true story. Maybe messiah's really do exist then, or maybe somebody got his hands on some LSD. Who knows.

The movie was basically a simple guide to how a life should be lived. This old man keeps giving advice to this kid and even though the advice was super cliched, it really appealed to me...


"Life has just three rules?"
"And you already know them..."
"Paradox, humour, and change."
"Paradox..."
"Life is a mystery. Don't waste time trying to figure it out."
"Humour..."
"Keep a sense of humour, especially about yourself. It is a strength beyond all measure."
"Change..."
"Know that nothing stays the same."


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Some of my own thoughts now...

It seems like the only thing that I am learning about in college is me. I have moments of confusion with this whole growing up thing. I think I was more grown up three years ago than I am now. I spend way too much time on my own, even when I am not in my room. I never believed in thinking. Thinking made me conscious about my decisions. Made me hesitant. Three years ago, I never had the chance to think. There were always people around, cricket matches to fix up, the tennis court, basketball practice, band practice. Never thinking. I have too much time to think now. This room makes me think.

The more I think, the more I want to write about what I am thinking about. But I don't want to think, even though I want to write, oh so desperately. If only I could be a circle without a center. Blank, and yet focused.

I'm going to stop now. This post, it means something to me. Write a comment. Write about anything. Write about your day. Write about the last dump you had. Write the most random thought you can muster up right now. Write the most troubling thought on your mind right now, or the most curious question that is bothering your mind. I'm sick and bored of my thoughts. I want you now.

I need you now.

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You have kept me going for a hundred posts, and hopefully, you will keep me going for another hundred.

Peace.


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