Eh? Of course I'm still alive...
...::looks down at length between posts:: ... though I guess I can see why you might think otherwise. Hmmm. Like I said in the last entry... I go through the day having all these thoughts and things I want to write about, and then I get in and I'm so drained that nothing comes out. Right now I'm up working on Archaeology, and then I have to do english--I'll probably skip lunch tomorrow to finish the English, but I want to at least start it tonight... if I can't finish it I expect I'll just have to hope the professor understands (though, since several other students have already turned in late papers, it seems like he does understand. Still, this is not a thing I want to do). I had very little time to do much this weekend, but I don't regret it--after all, I spent it with my friends and with my mother, and I don't mind sacrificing lunch or even a bit of my class standing for that.

Well, here's something, before I finish up the Archaeology and go crawl into bed with the English:

A while ago I was out with Ali and Laris and we got onto the topic of sacrificing yourself for someone else. I would, in a heartbeat, die for a friend, or a family member, and probably even for a random stranger, though my conviction is a little less shaky on that point. I don't think this is a selfless belief at all. I would much rather I die than someone that I loved. At the same time, if I died to save someone else's life, I would die believing that my life meant something. But really, it's more because I wouldn't want to live without anyone I love, so I would be glad to die for them. Assuming that everyone I love loves me as much as I love them, I'm basically saying I'd rather they go through the pain of being without me than me going through the pain of being without them. Which is somewhat selfish, isn't it?