A means to an end

was a chapter in a book that I read 2 semesters ago in English class. The book was called….I forgot the name of the book actually, but the name is not important. The content was more important than anything. The book goes against the grain and questions the existence of a God in our universe. It did bring up some interesting topics. Well it’s up to you to figure out what the book is called, I doubt you will, but it’s worth a read. haha. sorry.

I realized that I really haven’t posted in here for a certain amount of time. Actually for a really long time. I haven’t kept readers posted in with what’s going on. THough I really feel it’s not very necessary for people to really know what’s going on everyday of my life. So what better way to keep people from reading about my everyday life than just posting whenever I get the chance to. Arg whatever not really a big deal.

School ended not too long ago. to be exact last Thursday and going into the final I was scared about my final grade, but had a very good feeling, I would pass the class with at least a C. I still felt scared about not passing, but had a very good and strong feeling that I was passing. Turns out I really did pass the class with a C. Better than the past three times I took the class yeaH? Of course it is. 4th time is a charm you might say.

The weekend before my final was my great big adventure to Las Vegas, Nevada. This was my first trip to Las Vegas in like the longest time ever. If I remember correctly I went to Vegas when I was a sophomore in High School which was back in 2002. Within 6 years, things have changed. I’ve gotten older is one. haha. The biggest obstacle with this trip was the fact that I was driving to Vegas in Snow White. The trip should take 8-9 hours, but I did in 11 hours. Whoo, added a complete 3 hours to my minimum expected. How did I do that? I hit traffic leaving Hayward, and entering Nevada. How they place these road construction is so obnoxious and in the time when I am driving. The frustration while I was in traffic made me so angry. Pulling out my hair haha. Drinking the Monster energy drink that I bought 10 hours ago. I am really surprised as to how two of my friends fit in the back seat of the car so comfortable for 10-11 hours. I take back the comfortable part. Them complaining is almost like finding a winning lottery ticket on the floor, getting hit by a non-moving bus, and getting struck by lightning, while acid rain is pouring on top of your head. Yeah almost impossible to happen. But anyway the trip, despite my long restless drives, was a fun trip. I really would not mind going back and reliving the experience again.

Unfortunately time travel is not possible and reliving the experience all over again is quite impossible. Instead only new memories can be created and can be enhanced by the sights and smells of the original trip. The first experience will hold precedence over all others, and is something that cannot be achieved again.

My photography is going to start up again sometime soon. After I get to sell all of my lenses that I don’t need my photography will start up again. Flickr will once again be updated ever so often. For now, I will part, until i get to do what I need to be done.