Dayum, this journal is ancient history. I've been reading over this and wow, someone should've shoot me for the emo-ness I've been spewing out.
A short overview of my life at the moment:
Still at college, though I wish I could just drop out. It's a biggest waste of my time and money, it gives me viturally nothing in return. Man, I like the idea of becoming a hermit farmer; I'll just work till I have enough money to buy a land and seeds and lumbers and stuff, build a cottage, plant a garden, and live off the stuff I grow and hunt. Oh, and shoot the occasional intruders and then use the skulls impaled upon wooden sticks to ward off any newcomers, and eat the rest of the bodies to absorb their souls and their powers.
Life is very unfulfilling at the moment. I think nothing, short of a near-death experience, is going to jolt me out of this spiritual funk.
Current Mood: 
pessimistic