Happiness is only real when shared with others

It's three in the morning. I have been trying to sleep for two hours, this is ridiculous. I went out climbing the other day with a friend and I have never seen so many mosquitoes in one place as I did there. As a result of our short trip with my shorts combines with no bug spray and not being able to defend myself while belaying, I have at least one hundred mosquito bites just on my lower legs. Thankfully Sam had a windbreaker which I wore wich limited the bites on the arm, but did not stop the evil things from going for my face. I have learned a valuable lesson from this. I will never go anywhere without bug repellent. If I had to be covered in mosquitoe bites or on fire, I think I might have to go with being on fire.

Moving away from complaining... tonight some friends came over for the first night of music appreciation night/music swapping party. It was really great and it made me realize how lucky I am to have such awesome people in my lives... and music. I know that I am a pretty shallow person, not so much in my judgements of others, but just how I view things in life basically. I like things because they are fun, that's about it. I'm not sure exactly how I ended up with some of the deepest people as friends and I'm surely not complaining one bit. I sit in the conversations of my friends and they can just analyze and interpret and they all just blow my mind with how thoughtful they are. End.

Man I wish I was a talented writer, I wish meaningful sentences flowed through my brain. I used to hate reading, but as I've gotten older, I've fallen in love with words. It's so amazing to me how words can be such a powerful thing. I watched Into the Wild today. Probably my new favorite movie, so powerful. If you have not seen it, I highly recommend you going out and getting it tomorrow. I would like to read the book as well, which I heard was really good too. Everything just makes so much sense, so much wisdom.

HAPPINESS IS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED WITH OTHERS.

TATATAT?

This is me overthinking...

People overthink things. To be more specific, people overthink the simplest things. This bothers me, but unfortunately I can't say that I don't participate in this overthinking. Now when I say "the simplest things," I truly mean it. Name anything and I am sure I can point out ways they are overTHUNK. Maybe...

I feel like it is in our nature to make things more complicated than they really are. At least that's what I feel like it is in my life. I hope we can all relate to this one... math. We see an equation and we know we need to solve it, but we have not done a problem like the one placed in front of us in a while. We try a thousand different things that take ten hours to get to a solution and still it is wrong. Then someone reminds us how to do it and it can be compoleted in one simple step. It's like our brains. We know the answers and how things work, but sometimes it just seems too easy so we make it harder than it really is.

Basically, in my opinion when we overthink things, we mess stuff up. We need to trust ourselves and the simplicity of the world and the concepts we have been taught.

I don't think I expressed what I was trying to say very well, maybe I will think of something better tomorrow and fix it. I apologize for the repetitiveness and babbling for I got two hours of sleep last night. Smooth move on my part.

trendy.

so i have decided to start blogging. why? good question. maybe it's because everyone else is making one, like myspace and facebook. maybe it's because i want to type my deepest emotions for all to read OR i might just want to read about everyone elses lives. maybe i want to be creative and deep. maybe i want to improve my writing skills, starting with capitalizing some letters and not writing everything all together in one giant jumbled paragraph. maybe maybe maybe. whatever it is i find appealing about these blogs, i guess it doesn't really matter in the end because i have one anyway, as of now.

feel free to take a walk through my emotions and dreams.