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I had the greatest 30 minutes of my life tonight. I wrote this for another site, but it works here too.

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You Are 29 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view – and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what’s to come… love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You’ve had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You’ve been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Every time I’ve ever told a girl she had my heart, or thought it, or written it, or had it been true without expressing it, the relationship has been ended by the person in whose possession I placed my world.
I leave a piece of my heart with every girl I ever care about romantically. I have truly loved them all. What I am left with is a fractured heart, a reduced ability to carry on and yet. . .
I find myself filled more than ever with a desire to move on, to dive into love if I should find it anew. I want it so bad that losing it makes me realize how wonderful it is to have and I just want it more than ever.
Christine never felt the way about me that I felt about her. I know that now. What’s important is that she knew how I felt, and she followed her heart, too. I am sad(CRUSHED!) that she and I are no longer together, but I keep thinking about what’s around the next bend –

Life will be great.

This is what I want. I occasionally make idle plans about how I would spend it if I won the lottery, but I never buy a ticket, since the odds are so heavily stacked against the player. Can’t I get the cash equivalent of winning without buying a ticket? It’s not asking much, I think.

And you better believe I would’ve handled it a little bit differently(ie, not paranoid idiot) if what happened to Sean Clifford had happened to me.

I find this to be basically accurate.

Zaxec took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! “Needs a peaceful environment. Wants release from s…” Click here to read the rest of the results.

(the “Mood:” field didn’t have enough room for “Much better since I talked to Sarah.” So I definitely couldn’t have then fit “I always feel better when I talk to her, it’s why I consider her my best friend.”

The cycle has entered the third iteration.

I am currently hammering out the specifics(all mentally of course, this is the first hard record) of a theory I have concocted regarding my allowable input and output capacities. I seem to have basically no limit for human input, though I have strangely discovered a few human beings I actually allow to get on my nerves. I have some strange limit for media input, at least as far as movies/tv shows go. Not sure exactly the details thereof.
My primary focus in this bizarre idea is my seeming output limit, particularly when it comes to writing. I seem to have a cap on my creative output, which is limited strictly by time. To put it another way, I can come up with only so much interesting stuff to speak or write about in a given period of time. This is not to say that I produce the same number of concepts daily, it must be a slightly longer scale than that before any average starts to appear, but I have noticed that the more I write, it seems the less I have to say. You might call this tautological, but I call it profound. This means that even my dynamic human intelligence(we all have that, I’m not being egotistical here[I’m talking about human problem solving and art and general creative potential]) is limited by a factor of time. This bothers me slightly, because I suspect that there is a hard cap which may be inescapable, I don’t know exactly why this should matter in a philosophical sense, but I hate the idea that whatever I write may be diminishing my capacity to write about anything else, at least for some amount of time.
And what I have said here certainly doesn’t seem to be much of a use of my limited creative output potential.

S/A, feel free to rip this theory to ragged shreds like so much worthless drivel, as it may be.

This week I:
-Saw Serenity, which was outstanding. I recommend it for anyone who liked the show(of course), and also for every other person in the world. I feel that anyone who fits these criteria should see it at least twice.
-Hung out with Nick and Sarah, and Jake as well for a bit. It was good times indeed. I tend to forget how much I miss my friends when I don’t see them for a while.
-Spent time with Christine on Monday. I probly won’t see her again until next Monday at the earliest. I have stated over and over again, and it only becomes more true with time, I LOVE BEING WITH HER. She knows it. By now, all of you know it, too.
-Practiced my guitar of course. I very rarely miss a day. It’s really not hard to become somewhat proficient at the guitar, all it takes is to play a little bit every single day. And it’s fun as hell to be able to play music for people.
-Cubed. I think I may be back under a minute. I’m getting better at the PLL algs I know, and will soon know all of them. The F2L is my current biggest stumbling block, as in, I need to do it faster.
-Smashed it up. Carlos is back in town, for good apparently, and he has always been the main catalyst behind us playing Super Smash Bros. in the shop.
-Saw a few South Park episodes I had never seen, my favorite of which being “The Biggest Douche in the Universe” – the one about John Edward. That episode was so amazing. It also caused me to
-Read Wikipedia entries for Cold reading and the Forer Effect. This led me also to Wikipedia’s list of cognitive biases which is very interesting. I also
-Sent away for a NOFX hoodie which better get here soon, or I will surely freeze.
That’s about it.