I just read this article that explains how the presence of toys in our childhood has limited our creativity and not allowed our minds to explore and mature as someone who grew up in the early 19th century. It’s crazy how much of our lives are impacted during our childhood. Anyways, it’s a good read — check it out!

It’s finally winter break here in socal for us quarterly UC students, and while I wait for Berkeley to get out, and luckykat to start blogging again, I guess I can continue my rants or what not about life and other little conundrums that occur.

For one thing, I’m not really looking forward to this Christmas break — not that I have anything against free time and being unproductive, but it’s just the fact that I’m so broke. I’ve been worrying about money since the girlfriend’s birthday, and right after that, there’s christmas, and I have no idea how I can even support other people when I can’t even support myself. Lately, I feel as if I’m turning into everything that I’ve strived to not be. I feel as if I’ve always had a pretty strong idea of what I was doing even when I was most lost, but as of late, things have been looking pretty bleak for me.

God, I’ve been failing so badly as a person. I don’t even know what to do with myself right now.

“The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orachard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.”

I love people who are able to create an entire universe out of pure imagination – whether it be just being creative and just throwing one obscure object with another. It reminds me of the innocence and the innovative mind of a child. It’s these characteristics that allow us to escape from this world that we live in. It’s once a while that we need to realize that though this is our reality and that we must deal with it, we must once in a while just journey ourselves back to simplicity instead of making everything so damn complicated, and just accept things for what they are.

Yeah, this is going to be corny, but Yoda couldn’t have put it better himself. “Truly wonderful the mind of a child is.”

And this new Far East Movement song seriously reminds me of the forever classic Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Far East Movement – Rocketeer   (this song is damn catchy)

Willy Wonka – Pure Imagination 

It’s about time I get on track and start writing again. I’ll try to keep a daily update of this or that, regardless of how irrelevant or interesting I consider my joke of a day is.

I guess to give an excuse to what I’ve been doing of late, is that I’ve been playing a lot of Halo. Haha, I know — a waste of my time right? Well, considering how I’m still on top of my school work, I’ve got to say that I’m pretty proud of myself. But while I’m doing my readings, doing my homework, I feel as if my writing is once again starting to deteriorate. I’m not able to flow as well anymore. But I guess that has to do with me reading less also. I’m kind of sad that I didn’t set my summer goal of reading a book a week to continue on once school started.

okay, you’re right. I have been wasting my time playing games. But honestly, it helps me take my mind off of some of the sorrows that have been surrounding me.

Well, I think this was a good semi-ramble/catch up of my life… kinda. Until next time, fellow fans.

I’ve been struck with the lazy bug, and since then, I haven’t been putting much of my thoughts onto paper or in this case, online. School and life or whatever’s just been so busy that I haven’t really had much time to write anything either — not that anything THAT interesting has really been happening… or maybe things have, BUT! as my title illustrates, I’ve been struck by the root of all evil – LAZINESS. Though my studies have improved, I’m more on top of my game, but I haven’t been writing, and as I can tell just from writing this post, I can tell that my writing abilities have turned to crap, and for that, I’m sorry to all our readers that you have to read this.

Anyways, enough about nonsense rambles about nothing. If there’s one thing I want to ramble or write about, it’s that I pray the best for the world. There’s just so much hate, pessimism, and narcissism in the world. Everyone just needs to relax, and enjoy the little things that make you happy.

“Who has not asked himself at some time or other; am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”

The world is a terrible place — the only thing we can do is continue to strive for the best and hope that we’re making the right decisions.

Look at this luckykat abandoning all of us here that are grinding for the dream! His hopes and aspirations are now elsewhere, and long and forgotten in this state of limbo.

I’m just kidding. Luckykat will always be a part of the dream grinding family. ❤

Anyways, my summer’s pretty much wrapping up, and here I am trying to cram in as much fun as possible —  traveling/hanging out. I went on vacation with my friends (San f-rant-cisco), which was followed by quite the experience to Zion National Park and the Grand Canyon with my family. And I must say that the Grand Canyon was AMAZING. (pics coming eventually)

Although I had ventured there earlier in my life, I was too young to really appreciate it for what it is. And as a present goal in my life, I’m trying to visit all of anything that can be classified as a “Worldly Wonder.” As a result, I’m trying to plan and save up enough money to go to Peru and see Machu Picchu this summer as a graduation gift for myself. (So if anyone wants to go, just give me a heads up!) But yeah, that’s kind of what’s been going on for the past couple of weeks or whatever. So, I’m sorry about the delay on posts, and letting our fans and readers down.  Thanks for the support, everyone!

This past weekend, I escaped into a haven of inebriated happiness. I went on a little mini-adventure up to nocal to visit Luckykat, and while there, a lot of thinking, pondering, and analyzing was done. I felt like a Tibetan monk that had exiled himself for however many number of years. But instead for me, I was just “bumming it” and savoring life for what it really was.

What started off as a four day trip began extending and extending, from one more day unto the next. (well, maybe only one day, but this is my story, so bugger off) And as a result, I started becoming home sick. I started missing the love, the affection, the people, and of course the sanctum of my own home. My mind became filled with a plethora of crappy thoughts. For a short period during this trip, I was running circles within my own mind about nonsense that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Maybe I was just thinking too much; maybe I started worrying about excess technicalities that shouldn’t have even been on my mind, or maybe I’m just a worry whore. But whatever’s about that — that little thinking phase of my trip didn’t last long.

It was actually a great trip, and I had an amazing time — FANCY  for sure.

Now that I’m back home, I realized why I left in the first place. I realized why I went on this vacation: I left to escape the drama, the unnecessary burden of stress, the life.

QQ