This weekend has been wasted. Saturday night only held a few hours of enjoyment, and then it was back to boredom, back to work, back to life. I'm happy lately, and I'm sad lately. I'm everything, I'm angry, I'm depressed, I'm content.

I've been questioning myself and my motives alot lately. Questioning what I want to do and where I want to go, what I feel, who I love and who I hate. A question floating in my head: If another chance came up, would I take it? Betray a friend for personal gratification?

It's just a what if question, but it's those what if questions that get me through the day. Another question is if I should climb Mount Everest. I've tried before, someone I knew told me I got half way to the peak, but I don't remember it from the fall. It would be a hike, I may lose friends, people I love, my own life in the process, but If i ever got to the top, it would be surreal. I took a step the other day, I touched the soft snow, but how much will I risk?

Nothing I say here can be taken literally, if that wasn't obivous, well, I guess I pity you then. Pretty much everything is a metaphor, obviously I'm not going to climb Mount Everest, I can barely make it to school through the snow. It means something else, I'm not going to tell you what, that would ruin my fun, and my metaphor.