therapeutic therapy

so here i am, waiting for a certain belle to come online. oh the agony, it burns, it burns!

 especially while i’m trying to learn about the finer aspects of trigonometrical identities at the same time.

well, wasn’t the midnight movie yesterday a treat, i almost fell asleep halfway. yes, while watching mr bean. what i can i say, i was just too tired!

i was just surfing around on the cable channels (yes, even the few i subscribe to allows for some surfing at some point in time) and saw a few brief moments of treasure planet. yes, a possibly shallow, cheap remake of an otherwise fine literary piece. however, it did start me thinking about a few things:

 1) why do people actually write about such things? about people going on fantastical adventures, risking their lives, indulging in seemingly impossible romances and relationships, partaking in rituals and festivities even while their lives hang in the balance, all in the name of adventure? could it possibly be because we would never be able to do it ourselves? it is quite valid, don’t you think? find me one person in the previous or next 100 years who could actually trigger a planet to self destruct. or create ships that could ride on the waves created by a black hole, if they do create any at all. i’m not sure. i’m not one who adores the sciences.

2) i dunno what’s up with me. it’s like i actually felt something pulling at my heart strings when silver bade goodbye to jim. wake up slau!

3) actually that was most of what i thought about. and math calls! damn triangles!

and if you’re freaked out by whatever you’re reading now, be it my choice of words or the topic at hand, i’m not that kind of person. seriously. i hate people who talk like that!

-slau