another sun-soaked season fades away

i had a fascinating television experience this evening. somehow TLC's "the man whose arms exploded" became intertwined with what should've been dubbed "american idol's absolute worst" and "the most boring episode of CSI...like...ever". needless to say, i have abandoned the boob tube, a decision that will doubtlessly benefit my psyche in the very near future.

and remember, everyone, lest your dyslexia impair your normally cloudy thinking, it's 2 compressions per every 30 breaths. and remember to avoid perform CPR on a beating heart. apparently it's bad...or like...something. who knows.

however, when i was petrifying my brain cells by watching "the man whose arms exploded", one of the steroid-hooked bodybuilders posed an interesting idea: what do you dream about when you close your eyes? what's that ultimate goal that only you can see? for him, it was, of course, pursuing the coveted title of best-bodybuilder-in-the-whole-wide-world and someday a career in politics, but what is that dream like for normal people?

i don't really know what mine is. i couldn't pinpoint it exactly, even if i tried. it probably ultimately involves growing up and making my own way, but, having never done that before, there's not a lot of physical evidence to base a closed-eyed daydream around. it'd be great if there were, though, so that sense of suffocating uncertainty would just shoo away once and for all :P. but i guess the beauty of life is that we honestly never know what will happen the next minute. our little brother's tooth could get knocked out by his little friend's flipping hard head. we could win the lottery. we could fall in love.

admittedly, the first possibility was a little more realistic than the last one, but what's the fun of blogging if there's no nonsense, right? :D