I just finished...

reading the book "into the wild." It's about this kid, alexander supertramp, who after college graduation packs his shit and takes off west without a nickle in his pocket. he had a $25,000 bank account that he gives up to charity. he didn't say a word to his kin about where he was going or why. he just got sick of society and wanted to drift. he thumbed north to alaska and walked into the bush where he was later found dead of starvation by a group of moose hunters.

i admire supertramp (chris was actually his real name. he just called himself alexander supertramp.) how many of us have the balls to actually go out and do what we dream? most of us will graduate from college and get a 9 to 5er to pay for the gas for the car that drives us to work to pay for the gas for the car that drives us to work. it's a vicious cycle. but obviouslly most of us aren't going to abandon family, friends because working sucks. after reading this i can't stop thinking about how powerful money really is. i'd like to think that i'm a non-materialistic person, but damnit the thought of being rich and not having to worry about money is nice.

i like this quote. "happiness only real when shared." i can only think of one person when i read that because she's the only person i ever think about. every time i laugh, it doesn't seem real without her laughing with me. (or at me) nothing seems real without her with me. but soon i'll wake up and she'll be there and it will be real and happiness will be an understatement.

i'm going insane without you mandy.