Dear Diary,

I had BO at work yesterday it was awful! It was so humid and I kept smelling this stinkyness all day...well come to find out it was my pits. How embarassing! I've decided that I like that show called "Made" on MTV. I know you can't watch TV Diary but don't worry, im pretty sure that I can like it enough for the both of us. I accually cried when I watched it today. It was about this bitchy chick named Brittney who was made into the prom queen. She ended up not being such a bitch after all, so don't you worry, it was a happy ending. Did I ever tell you about that time I ate that canned fake-cheese? Well I won't go into it but I just now thought about it and it was totally gross. I totally wish that you could give me a pat on the back tonight, cuz it's a friday night and I'm at home all alone. Oh well...it's not every night that you can walk around the house naked right? It was so funny, earlier I was out on my porch and someone had left a half-full glass of Dr. Pepper out there. Well let's just say that the flies hoaned in on it! But the funny part is that I trapped them in the glass and they fell into the DP and started drowning, made me laugh. Well I'm gonna go take a crap and then sit on my roomates bed...naked. Peace out Diary.

PS - I hate kankles.

Ya bro,
Caleb

Essays

As some of you know I am working on a new site: http://www.victimoflife.net that should be operational in September. I am however be publishing on here some of the essays that will also be included in my new site. Read on and I hope you enjoy.


Life. What are the secrets that are withheld from all of us? It is evident to me that it holds certain unsaid mysteries. Life. What a wonderful yet tiring word. Wonderful for everything that such a simple word could hold. Tiring from all the thoughts and experiences that are accompanied by such. What does life hold for us? It become more and more evident to me that there is irrefutable truth in the fact that it is just that; what you make of it. All of us have boundaries, places in which we cannot or will not go. How are these established? What takes a person to the extreme of trying to deny the boundaries that exist for them? It became evident to me when I was about 19 years old. In my search for the "meaning" that surrounded everything that I did, I somehow seemed to stumble upon what I view to be a jewel among truths. How did I become the person that I am today, and what changes in my life (if any) will allow me to become the person that I will be in 20 years,where such questions that I was asking myself at the time. All the people I had been in contact with, all the exponential situations I had stumbled into or put myself into, or more importantly led into. These it seems where the key in my hypothesis. Communication with everything, through voice, action or inaction. Could it be that communication through all or any of these devices had anything to do with who I am? How I communicated, how I thought (communication with one's self), could it all have been changed somehow to adapt to this process? My mother once told me that if you want to be like a similar group of people than those are the exact kind of people that you need to embrace and keep around you. If you think about it this is truth. I believe the person that we are, hope to be or inevitable become greatly if not only depends on the influences (modes of communication)that we are succomed by. This is who we are, the culmination of innumerable amounts of communication. Or at least I should say that is how we have become the "who" that we are.
more to come later....

To anyone who might accually read this blog,

I'm working on a website. If you want to pop in and check the place out, have at it!

www.victimoflife.net

Caleb