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.