"And as a result of her fault, she was not here. Adam thought sometimes that if he could only find out what sin it was she had committed, why, he would sin it too--and not be here." East of Eden, John Steinbeck

That quote is from the book I am currently reading. The sin they are referring to is suicide. And that is the topic of this blog.

Tarah and I were discussing the other day, how much will power it takes to actually take your own life. It goes against all natural instinct. In fact, humans are the only animals on the planet who commit suicide. I guess you could blame it on the higher mind power, and the ability to feel depression, loneliness, and despair. Surprisingly, suicide was brought up when I was chilling with Mike. We were watching Rules of Attraction, and a girl in the movie kills herself, and James Van Der Beek tries to kill himself. (Haha, sorry had to laugh.) So, suicide seems to be a common theme in my conversations lately.

I must state, under no circumstances am I suicidal. To be completely blunt with you, however, there was a time in my life when I was. I, obviously, have no will power because I failed miserably. Now, I look at it as being stupid and naive, because no matter how bad it gets there is always a way out. Not to sound cliche, but when someone hits rock bottom you have two choices--die, or go up. In my opinion...moving on up seems a better choice.

As a conclusion to this mindless prattle, life sucks....get a helmet.

Hey everyone. Well this weekend was eventful. I saw Pearl Jam in concert on Saturday, and let me tell you, was that the best show ever! I'm convinced now that Eddie Vedder is the perfect man. It was so perfect, when the fireworks went off on the Camden waterfront as we sat and watched Pearl Jam rock out. Let me tell you, a fun time was had by all!
It was an adventure though. We got to Penn's Landing to catch the ferry over and it was pouring rain. We were two hours early for the concert, so we stood and waited at the gate when we finally crossed the Delaware. Then, we found our spot of grass (we had lawn tickets) and the security guard near us was definitely flirting with this girl Meg, who came with us. We hoped he would get us backstage, but no such luck. :(
On the way home (after waiting in line forever for the ferry) we took a cab back home. The cab driver was really scary, and we were happy to get out of the car alive by the end of our adventure. So...that was my concert experience.
But in life, lately, I've just been working and chilling. Remember, you're only a stranger once!