La la la -- a Year of Happiness

The fan spins as two cats two cats stare at me. Yes I am at home, home. Where my cats stare at me to let them inside once they are bored of being outside for so long.

I could talk about my mind again, but what is the point? Instead I will talk about lucky dogs. I hear barking outside… I saw many sad dogs on T.V. And I couldn’t stop thinking about the happy dogs I know.

Have you ever meet someone who radiated goodness? I was in a study today, and the person giving me the exam was my age, book bag and all. Well a little bit older. I liked him right away, which is probably a good thing… why did I write ‘good thing’ when I thought ‘bad thing?’

No he was really nice and I think he liked a little me too, but maybe I am wrong and he just liked that I was in a study. Maybe he understood the illness and respected me for continuing in college, etc. Yet it makes no difference now. I will never see him again. I can picture it right now, me saying umm, can I have your number and him explaining about professionalism… sigh. He even carried around a book bag, like me.

It makes me want to try finding someone again, but without the insane drive Geodon gave me. Geodon made me NEED to have a boyfriend. Anyway I have to get back to reading.

Between evaluations we talked about things like degrees and jobs and liking science, but not math (much). I told him about what my science teacher told me, “You are too smart to be an artist. You should be a veterinarian.” I was surprised that he didn’t find this statement funny. Instead he said, “Well maybe you should be. You want to work with animals don’t you?” It took a while for him to catch on and say, “Well the arts are good too.” Yet something told me that he didn’t quite respect the arts like he would a veterinarian.

Despite almost failing my own evaluation, he was still a good person.

Another few days has passed. I feel good today. Yes, very good. I just realized it. Good thing I wasted my money on Starbucks from a vending machine today.

I finished Frankenstein for a class today. Near the end I actually started to cry. Poor monster, if only your creator had taught you morals. I think it was a revolutionary book for its day. It illustrates the ‘Nature vs Nurture’ theory. The creator takes one look at the monster thinks he is wrenched (and so does everyone else). Yet, was the monster really a monster or was it society that made him such (This is a question in class?)

I know my opinion on the subject, but would others see things my way back when the story was written in 1818?

It is easy to look at Frankenstein as Fiction, but does not our society have its monsters who only became wretches because society? The other week I hear someone on the radio who was outraged because the Supreme Court decided against the death penalty for a very, very evil horrible crime. Yet it is not the sort of crime that can be stopped if the criminal thinks he will die because of it. It is the sickest kind of crime, and no one does it thinking they will get caught. Well... some might even hope they do get caught and killed.

I only kill mosquitoes… maybe I should became a vegetarian again to make the… no I should only eat meat rarely, because it would only come from happy animals and therefore rightfully cost more. O.K. as of July 3, 2008 I will only eat meat that 1) I have already brought before that date or 2) Came from well cared for animals.