i was, waiting for you, i was, standing around

It's 2 in the morning.

In sixth hour yesterday, we all started playing this game called Kitten Cannon where basically you see how far you can shoot a kitty out of a cannon. It looks like no one will be getting work done for a while. Seriously. Nick and I were this close (close) to skipping seventh hour to try and beat Burkart's record. Productive, eh?

I realize a lot of my, and everyone's, life is spent wasting time. And in no way is that sad or something that should be changed. It's just something I know.

And who really ever lives each day as if it were their last, anyway? No one. I mean, really, no one. I have yet to meet them or even hear of them. And, again, it's not something that should be changed.. it's just something.

Wait. Wait, I take that back. Everyone lives each day as if it were their last. Because a majority of us? Well, our last days, we'll have no idea that they'll be our last. And we'll take them for granted and do something stupid like watch the whole season in re-runs of America's Next Top Model on Vh1 when we should be out appreciating everything. Or something.




I wish everyone (myself included) would just say what they mean, but I guess that's not "in" or something.