i'm going to start typing

and when i stop it will be at the point at which i have decided to stop. because one day i am going to need to write coherently for any number of reasons, for example on the gre. or if i participate in law school. which i would like to do, but maybe after a few years of volunteer things. like, i can't decide between americorps and peace corps, so i think i'll do both. then again, damn it i wish i'd fucking graduated last year, that will be 2 total years plus in between time. i need to apply now. and say that i'm available now. that is what i will do. plus, i really kind of want to try to do the marines. i feel like i've been an underachiever for the last 4 years and am capable of doing good work. i don't necessarily need to partake in violence in the marines would i? like intelligence or diplomacy or a international representative or ambassador or something. that sounds fun. i am also very interested in neuroscience/neurobiology and the way the brain works, for example the state of the brain during certain thoughts or how electricity in the brain is a factor to our ability to think, and how the synaptic leap of neurons might be similar to a "leap of faith" one might make in everyday life, like how there are similarities between the projected foreseeable universe and the cross-cut of a neuron of a rat.


this is enlightening and i am encouraged by my ability to write a few lines at a time like this. it is odd how sometimes we - i generalize, this occurs to me but mayn't occur to others - how sometimes i don't know how i feel or what i think about a topic or something until i open my mouth to talk about it. like the ideas were formed prior in my head or in my unconsciousness somewhere and only spilled out by accident. or not. not accident that is. it seems like the same thing occurs whilst writing. ooh i want to put down this single thought, but i'll put it in the proper context for myself (this is assuming i'm the only one who will read this, which is probably accurate):

Micah R Sollenberger
from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

- this article refers to the humanoid Micah Sollenberger, for other uses see Micah Sollenberger (disambiguous)
Micah Robert Lahman Sollenberger is a homo sapien and American citizen born January 15 1987 in Harrisburg Pennsylvania to his parents. He is 6'1" and currently weighs 160 pounds. He has one older brother and one younger sister and is of a long family line of Christian believing, church going, well-respected pacifist Brethren. While he would admit his upbringing has been "superb", he is sometimes frustrated with the general lack of certainty in this life and the frustrations everyday existence bring.
He studied Philosophy at Manchester College, a time he calls "academically and socially harrowing, though I love the fact that I got to spend 4 and a half years with my maternal grandparents and various Lahman relatives". He is currently writing up a pseudo-Wikipedia article on his blogger account. His future remains unseen, though he plans on dying in the year 2077(!).

haha you get the point. what i'm trying to say is that i frequently read my life like a wikipedia article, to curious ends. like which external links will the reader click? will the "Sollenbergers" have made a name for themselves yet? will I have made a name for myself yet? will I have realized that this is futile yet? I want to do something though. except that no one does that. just do what you do.

peace.