Fairfield is colder than the fucking ICE AGE

I think people critique the present too much and discount a lot of our generation's achievements, especially in the arts. Our generation is innovative, its just that most people are looking in the wrong directions. 100 years from now, when my generation goes extinct from heartbreak, war, cancer, and poverty, people are going to be amazed at our works of art.

Aristotle was transcribed on tablets. Van Gogh was paint on a canvas. Shakespeare was on the stage of The Globe on the south bank of the Thames. 

You can find our greatest poets/philosophers/theorists' works on any public bathroom stall. Go ahead and test it out for yourself. Somewhere in the back of a Scotts Valley diner, "Time is a pancake" is scribbled right above a urinal. How much more deep and profound can you get?

My life is a wreck right now, but I am amazing at working under pressure and under stress. It feels like I've set sail across the Atlantic, but I don't have Poseidon's approval or blessings.

I have a lot to be thankful for, though. My parents and ex double teamed me and made me go help serve thanksgiving dinner to the less fortunate in Fairfield, and it definitely made me realize a few things. There are 6,602,224,175 people in the world right now, and I am definitely better off than a lot of them. In generally, 6,602,224,174 of us have something to be thankful for: there is someone in the world who is more miserable than you.

Something I am not thankful for: Black Friday. Consumerism at its worst. If you want to get me something for the holidays, come over and watch a movie with me. I have everything I could want right now, except a job and someone I can give myself to.