So I am sitting here, at about 9pm on a Monday night, thinking over the last few months, the last year really. How clichè , but how fast time does fly. It's strange when you dream about something for a long time and then it actually happens. Then you start to wonder, was this thing that I really wanted all that great, or was it simply the fact that I had something to work towards, something to believe in.. is it the actuality or the possibility that we really strive for?

Do we continue to think of things, no wait, dream of things, to find the meaning in everyday life?

I wonder if we become complacent with what we find as we grow older?

Alright, that's done. So my dear friend *** came over on Saturday night and forced me to watch Alexander. Now if you haven't seen this movie, let me just state.. "what the heck happened to Oliver Stone"????? I never thought I would see such a profound director, with such a strong point of view, make such a muddled half hearted attempt at a main stream movie.

Don't know where I was going with that, just felt like it needed to be said.

'til next time...