Welcome, I guess.


I’m making a blog. Don’t ask me why, I won’t have an answer for you, other than, “I’m really bored, and have too much time on my wrists (who wears watches on their hands anyways, honestly?). 

I live a simple life. Stress is bad. Relaxation is good. I never stress over anything; or almost anything. People seem to lead lives that are “more than they can chew.” Everyday, I’ll hear about a friend who is having trouble juggling their AP Biology class, the academic decathlon, being Key Club president, and studying for SATs. What ever happened to enjoying life? I guess in this day and age, it’s against the law of life. I guess I’m going to jail, because I refuse to live a life like that.

My life is cars and friends. I drift. Not because it’s the cool thing to do. Not because I saw it in a movie. Not because I can use to show off to girls. Nope. I drift for the pleasure of being free. Dominic Torretto once said, “I live my life a quarter mile at a time. For those ten seconds or less, I’m free.” Well these words are indeed very true.  

Don’t let this fool you into thinking I’m some bum hippie-do who just dicks around in school and doesn’t give a damn about life. I do my work in school. Sometimes. The point is, I am going wherever my life decides to take me. Working is not a sin. I will work to get to where I go, but I will work smarter, not harder. Life is too short to waste it away trying to make a good salary. People think, “Well, I’ll spend half of my life in Med School, and retire by the time I’m 50.” Oh yeah? Well sorry to break it to you, but by the time you’re that age, your back is already aching, your hair is falling out, and death is right around the corner. In the meantime, I’ve enjoyed my life. You have your money, I have my happiness.

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