I finally got around to watching the last season of Six Feet Under, and all that's been said is true: Best series finale ever. I cried my head off. It makes you REALLY think, and I don't even know if that's good or bad, but I do know it made me search for my journal to write some thoughts down, and when I looked at my last entry it was from Oct. '07. Was that really the last time I was inspired to grab a pen and paper? Wow.
I read somewhere that in a survey taken asking people what their worst fear was, the #1 answer was spiders. #2 was death. Kind of sad. Where are your priorties, where are your thoughts? We're all going to die, it's inevitable and everyone just pretends it will never happen. I guess because no one knows for sure where we go when we die, we'd rather forget about it than be afraid?
So yeah, that's kind of been on my mind. Like what a waste of time every.single.thing. I do is. In the big picture, very few things matter.

J had to go out of town for a while, so BAXTER came to visit. I love the little guy, but I'm glad it was only a visit. He's just too much sometimes.
He cracks my shit up though.

I know. Aw.

Reason #2 to not smoke pot anymore: It hurts my eyeballs! It's like this weird pressure behind my eyes, and it makes me feel like they're going to explode out of my face. I was trying to explain this to my brother, and he accused me of over analyzing and talking too much, then told me that it was all in my head. It irked me a little that he said that, because all I was trying to do was talk to someone about my paranoid fear of my eyeballs suddenly going *pop*, then BLINDNESS, but he didn't want to hear it. I let him babble on about stupid things, why couldn't he listen to me a little. Sigh. Anyway, then we went outside to play basketball. I shouldn't really say "play" it, we just played pig, and I was half decent considering I haven't shot a basketball in like, 10 years. Then we hacked, and I also remembered how to do that pretty well from high school. I guess it's all muscle memory or something crazy.
Somewhere in the midst of all that, I forgot about the pain in my eyes and was totally fine and happy playing games outside on a beautiful day. So, I guess I'll admit that maybe it is partly all in my head.
Paranoid delusions much?
But I still got killer munchies and that is reason #1 why I don't need to smoke marijuana very often.
Speaking of that, Prop 1 passed in Michigan, medical usage here we come.

Earlier tonight, my brother was in a car accident involving a manure spreader. I find this funny, because seriously, this could only happen to country bumpkins like us. The farmer driving the tractor/manure spreader had basically NO lights on it and was driving in the pitch black and my brother ran into him before he could even see him. Everyone is OK, but my brother's car is not. Totalled, pretty much.
My brother is fine though, which I'm grateful for.

In other exciting news, I got 99% on expert playing bass on Rock Band. It was amazing. I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it again.

See what I mean? My life is full of blahblah meaningless crap. I need to change something.