nobody writes to their blogs quite as much as i do...should i be worried? meh

for some odd reason this gives me some type of pleasure, so i'll keep doing it. damn the man.

i've realized i write pretty depressively on these things, often just complaining about everything (a vent), but in actuality i'm a very happy boy. my parents and family have always been there for me (as long as i keep my nose clean), i don't think i've done anything to earn any very hostile relationships (minus one or two), i'm not completely broke, i'm not dying, and i'm at a great school doing wonderfully. i have very little to actually complain about but it's enver any fun bragging. okay maybe sometimes. the point is, i just like bitching 'cause it makes me feel alive. at any point in time, i can sit back, smile, and be perfectly happy with life :)

my mom once asked me (two years or so ago) what my biggest problem in life was. the answer was, and still is:

women.

she was very amused. i didn't even have to hesitate then but later i thought about it and realized how little i really have to worry about. my mom was happy that i answered with that, because i explained to her that her and dad always did what was best for their children. of course, her being my mother she wanted my life to be perfect and asked what my problem with women was and i said something like 'they're impossible'....you know the usual (beaches). either way, i figure i'm still young and don't need to go beating myself up that i can't find a good woman to call home, so i'll just drink and play poker (still losing mind you) and some ultimate when my back isn't killing me.

i'm from hawaii. it's easy to sit back and enjoy the world growing up there.


i love you all *sob*

just keep telling yourself that and visiting my blob at least ; )


alohas