say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.

breaking benjamin is STUCK in my head. GET OUT! GET OUT! not that i really mind.


i really need to adjust my sleep schedule.

and i think i'm really part of the IT generation. sometimes, i wish that our bodies were just machines that we could control with a few taps of the buttons. can you imagine? to study for some stupid test, all we have to do is copy the information into our brain and our brain will process it and store it until we choose to delete it. and we can set our sleeping schedule. and stuff like that.

maybe geniuses are really what we'll be like in the future, when we have all evolved to the most superior stage. (it seems weird saying that.) how do we know what is the most superior?

and i've always wondered. would there be a point in time where there's nothing left to invent anymore?