so I am under the impression that everyone who knows me is invincible and therefore will never die and nothing bad will ever happen to them. this belief stems from the other belief I hold which is that nothing bad will ever happen to me. Everyone I know, myself included, will all be wildly successful, no matter what, because otherwise my biography, which someone will surely write one day, will not seem so darn impressive. it must seem so darn impressive, so nothing bad will ever happen to anyone. seriously, I am pretty confident in all of those things, which means I am stupid and will sooner or later become disappointed and jaded when something bad inevitably happens to someone I know.
my sister’s dog moxie had surgery but she will be okay. she just has three weeks during which my sister has to carry her around all the time. that is not awesome. on another note, I have not written much, creatively, you know, in weeks, almost months. I have been writing to this time-machine somewhat frequently, and I am writing letters at a pretty good pace, but I think I am doing that because it is so easy and time just pretty much flies by and then it is over and it doesn’t matter if its good or not, because it is more diarist than literary, you know… so it is easy. I should be a journalist? that is stupid.

i have become preoccupied with the radio and people talking about the radio. I really don’t think hipsters of my generation know much about the radio. we used the internet and napster to find out about new music, so we never got that radio connection. That’s just my theory, but I think it holds up pretty well. nonetheless, we talk about the radio. we dislike the radio, too, but it really can’t mean that much to us. All of our cars had at least tape players, probably cd players, so we avoided the radio pretty darn well. man. the jumpsuit record is mixed louder than the sufjan stevens record. it just came on (it was in slot #2 in my cd player, which SS was in #1). It is loud and awesome.

I wrote a letter to a friend from high school today. I don’t correspond much (at all) with people from texas, other than my roommate, so it was a little weird. I wonder how I’ve changed in the last 5 years. Getting older, even if only slightly, is strange. The fact that I remember things very vivdly that happened 5 years ago is strange. One day I’ll be 50, more than twice as old as I am now, and I will still maybe have another 22 years left. One day I will die, and it will be weird, but at least I’ll know about the afterlife then. I hope it lives up to my expectations. I think it has to- if the afterlife is less exciting than I plan on, it will be a long, boring eternity.