Imagination

today marks my father 52 birthday. day like this really get me in an introspective mood. My dad really is an amazing guy. of course we have problems every once in a while but for the most part we get along really well and i feel like we connect on many different levels.he really has accomplished alot thought his life and he could possible only be half way done with it, what else can he do... maybe write a book... i know he has been wanting to.
I have been think a little about what i want to do with my life. it seems like a really broad statement, but i just took sometime and thought about all the things that are important to me and then from there i just thought about all the ways i could affect the world though those important things. It didn't really help all that much. I wish i had some naturally given artistic talents and i feel like i am the kind of person that would have artistic talents but... really i struggle badly. i can hardly focus for long enough to write a 14 line sonnet. as soon as i get to 5 lines i crumple up the paper and start again. it's really weird that people who do really bad things are remembered so well. like Benedict Arnold... he is a notorious villain but still history at least remembers his name. I think in some ways being remembered for the bad things you do is cheating life... sorry my thoughts are all string together today and i can hardly concentrate.
i had a really good day though... i hit every green light on the way to school, that only happens like four times a year. chemistry is so boring. and i don't care about any of it. why can't all class have some artistic value involved... with a little imagination who knows what we could accomplish. math too it sucks.... ya well tomorrow is Friday and i am stoked on it so i need sometime to crumple up more half written poems so i need so go.

thanks for listening.