Oh the irony
I find it amusing that the only time I bother to blog is when I'm avoiding my homework. For example, right now I'm suppose to be writing a three page critique on a critical essay of pride and prejudice. I even hauled my lazy butt up to campus to force myself into work at the library. Does it actually make me work any better? I think now. Ah well, there it is. Anyways, tomorrow is my 22nd birthday, so I thought I'd relate some contemplations on age and life. You know how people say that you get more wise every year? Well I think that's a lie. Every year I just become more acutely aware of the things I don't know and the weaknesses I'm prone to. So maybe the real wisdom lies within the realization that you will never be wise, no matter how many books you read, how many places you go, how many people you meet, or how many years you live. You will always be ignorant. Now there's a happy thought! I will never have to worry about being alone in ignorance. :-) On another note, I have decided that my new resolution for my 22nd year of life will be master my critical tendencies. Yes yes I know, those of you who know me are laughing, but I will triumph...eventually. Although it may take more than one year of my life to overcome. Finally, my closing thoughts for the day are directed towards the blinking cursor. I am staring at my paper, willing it to be written, and yet it will not come. I have that nice 2 inch cushion of my name, class, professor, and date in the upper left hand corner, but alas that is the extent of intelligence my brain is allowing to come forth. Blink blink blink. It's still blinking at me! The nerve of that cursor.