Whoah, is he for real posting again? No not really, I just want to make sure they don't delete this thing. That and I wanted to vent about relationships and I didn't want anybody to read it.

What the hell is up with relationships? Man, I've been talking to people about relationships lately, for obvious reasons. It seems to me like everyone is either in a jacked relationship, just got out of a jacked relationship, or has had a long history of jacked relationships. The rare exception to this is the person who has had no relationships, and so is inevidably just as jacked. I think relationships are so selfish anymore. They consist of people who want to believe they care for the other person, but really only care about what they can get out of the other person. We leech off eachother. Then when one person gets tired of it, they cut the relationship off. Or, what seems to be more common, they gradually break it off, as to drag the relationship out over several months. What the fuck? Can I get some aggreement that this is ridiculous?

I also am hopeless. I cannot imagine a person I would be happy spending the rest of my life with. What is less promising is that I can hardly imagine a person who would be happy spending the rest of their life with me. And to think that these two unlikely prerequisites could somehow be manifested at the same time in the same two people, with all the required circumstances of it coming to realization is rendered so improbable in my mind as to be laughable. A monkey with a typewriter has a better chance of randomly composing an accurate cronology of history's shitty relationships.

Love has been dragged into the fields and shot. I've done it, and so have you. Again and again. If I am 21 years into my life, incapable of obtaining a meaningful relationship as yet, why be so foolishly optomistic as to hope in one now? Okay, I am being really self-deprecating, which is not my intent. But something is wrong with the way our culture views eachother, and I wish I knew how to change it, if not in the world, then at least in myself.

I'm There Somewhere -----^

One final post before I embark upon the second most gruelling task in my life thus far. My destination? The top of the highest mountain in Africa. Some call it Kilimanjaro. Others call it DEATHBYSLOWANDTERRIBLEPAIN. I think that's a rough Native translation, however. Still others call it Thosewhoclimbdeservehotwomen.

I depart tomorrow morning with my 60-year-old father, 180-lb smoking oldest brother, and my other brother who I won't talk much about now. What is likely? I suppose it is likely one of us will die. I mean, the chance is small, but split among four people? Now we're talking. One person dies every year, and nobody has so far this season. hey, they gotta make their quota, right?

Basically the most exciting part of the trip will be trying to con the villagers into giving us sweet stuff for american crap. I got a Nascar hat that I'm bringing, and am hoping to exchange for an Ivory Chess Set. Did you know Nascar is the most watched sport in America? Can you verify the accuracy of that statement? Okay good, me neither. It sounds GOOD though. And I'm thinking if I tell it to the villagers, I might get me that Chess Set. Or maybe one of the Sacred Stones of Kali'Mah. I hear those are pretty cool. They give you immortality or some shit.

So if you are praying and I happen to pop into your head, pray that I make it to the top. And if I do, then I might just carve your name in the dirt at the summit. Of course I won't do that, but I'll tell you I did, and you can tell someone you did, and then that person will tell other people they know someone who had someone carve their name on the summit of Kilimanjaro. Wouldn't that be something?

-Brent