Something Weird About Me

So there is this guy. You may have heard of him. His name is Abraham Lincoln. Weird thing. Now before I disclose this, I'll have you know that I never, ever act like I understand the pre mortal life and I don't feel "special" about things all the time. I'm not the type of person who acts like I have a connection to everything, so it is a very strange feeling. This is a one time deal (hopefully).

Mr. Lincoln and I are buddies. I don't mean to sound like I mean that I am on his level necessarily, but I definitely feel a connection with him above that of anyone in the history of everything (save the Savior). I don't want to sound braggy, but it's what I feel. 

So seriously, I am very close to this man. I don't know why, but it's like when you meet someone and although you've just met, you know you'll be great friends (only we've already been great friends). I feel hippyish for saying this, like when people say that they were kings in a previous life. But no, this is different. We were friends and he is up there hoping that we'll be friends again when I get back.

What a stud.

Birthday.

Tomorrow is my seventeenth birthday. Seriously the most pointless year of your life. Eleven you graduate from Cub Scouts. Twelve is Aaronic Priesthood (this is for Mormon boys, I guess). Thirteen your a teenager. Fourteen you become a teacher. Fifteen you get a permit. Sixteen you get a license. Eighteen your an adult. Nineteen is mission. Same with twenty and the one afterwards. Seventeen? Nothing.
So am I excited? I guess. It's not like my life is going to be monumentally different tomorrow. I'll have aged a day, relatively speaking. Really, most of everything is relative. Dimensions.

Getting sick of it

I could die right now. Everything is the worst. I am stressed, tired, sick and finished. I reached the end of my rope. That is exactly why people would expect someone to give up. The world would look at a hopeless, sick, tired, angry Junior in high school and expect one thing: completely giving up. When you can't take anymore, it's expected. Live up to expectations, yeah?
The truth is, I want to give up. I want to sleep in tomorrow and forget that I have to get good grades in order to have a good future. I would love to do something other than worry. I want to not care.
But that exact thinking, those exact expectations are the limits on a normal person. A person satisfied with his life won't grow. A person who is satisfied with his life won't get any where. I won't stay in one spot. I refuse to stop growing. I refuse to give in. Why? Because the expectations are for me to give up and I want to surprise people. I want people to realize that I am not going to give up just because I reached rock bottom. "We may be in the gutter, but some of us still look to the stars." I will do it because I can do it. It is a small part of my entire life. So in short, I won't give up because that is what people don't expect of me.

Sorry I am always writing about writing

I can't help it. It is too much fun. I think this is how Einstein felt about math. It really is my calling in life. Now if I could just get money for doing it.

Hi

I'm the Professor. Nice to meet you. Don't forget that killing is not good.