Ever notice how most of my blog posts have that quality of not making sense? Well, that's life. Life has no set meaning. As you may have heard its open to interpretation. Interpret it as a desperate cry for help or just mangled mess of thoughts that aren't together. Life is a puzzle and everybody gets something different after they finish putting it together. So many metaphors for life. Which are right? Most of them I say.

What the fuck am I talking about? You tell me. I have no idea. I'm just a college student with little life experience. I have about as much experience as a sheltered 12-year-old. I should probably force a life. But my problem is I can't find a workable angle. For now I should probably focus on getting some exercise.