I've pretty much concluded that with the way I think, I either have the answers everyone's been looking for, or I should be put into a mental institution. It's a very fine line I'm treading. XD
Take yesterday, for example. My friends and I were all talking about all of the psych stuff, and what was right and why we do what we do and what's human nature etc. blah blah blah, and eventually I ended up being really quiet for several minutes and spitting out "Really, we're all going to die. There's no point." And sometimes I wish people would listen to me. It would save a lot of trouble, and cause a whole lot more, but it's true. *shrug* :\
And that's why I never went to high school parties. Except for the ones where it's a few of my friends watching movies in a basement. Those parties are good parties.
I can't really talk, mind. My Dad's a JAFA. We lived in Auckland for two years.
Then we moved. Thank God.
That's cuz some of the Dorms are dingy and lame. Some are actually really nice, however. And all but one are less than 20mins walk from Uni. Unlike Auckland's campous, which is allllll over the place.