(Random pictures from this summer and a bit of nothingness are what my blogging skills currently amount to.)
The trick to life, as far as I make out through the murky haze of apathetic immaturity and absent ambition, is to not run away from every problem/challenge/morning, like so many krill fleeing in the face of an oncoming barnacled whale. Or a horse from a rogue plastic bag (and let's not even mention how fast a horse runs from a moose, because to a horse, moose are the long-legged and tick infested personification of every conceivable evil thing in infinity and beyond). But how exactly one accomplishes that is completely beyond me.
Don't be krill, kids. And that's basically the extent of my 17 years, 8 months, and 17 days worth of wisdom. I thought you might need it.