And the Truth Shall be Revealed

After thinking about it for some time, I have come to the conclusion that God exists. Why, you ask? Because junk food is bad for us. And it is delicious. What more proof do we humans need to believe in a supreme being? Why would such tasty, horrible things exist if not to serve as a test? A test to weed out the undeserving of eternal happiness?

Admit it, there is no other answer.



I am soooooo craving chocolate right now.

Quick, Before She Gets Here!

I can tell that my best friend is reading my posts now, because she leaves a comment on each one after she finishes. What a shock she'll get when she finds this waiting for her to read! Hi, Scooter! I just finished emailing you! I also just finished eating my cookie, in case you were wondering.

The Secret to Happiness is Butterflies and Hurricanes

It's the day after the 4th of July, and therefore I am sad. Some of the worst days of the year are the days after my favorite holidays, because that means the fun's almost over and I now get to look forward to more work, more school, and less sleep. I went to see Kung Fu Panda for the second time today, and that helped, but I'm still a little depressed.

Last night I watched the fireworks at the Stadium of Fire in Provo, Utah. I loved the show, but couldn't help feeling like I wasn't enjoying it as much as I wanted to. Each firework was beautiful, but over much to quickly, and this annoyed me. So I whipped out the ol' Ipod and listened to Muse for the rest of the show, and the music sustained the wonder for quite a bit longer. I plan to make it a tradition, and recommend it to anyone bored enough to read this.