So I was laying in bed last night, thinking about stuff. I'm in my third religion class while I'm over here, and so are a ton of other people. Having this kind of class makes people think about God and faith on a more daily basis than they might otherwise. Now, I know that not everyone is religious, like some of my roommates, but it sparks some interesting conversation.

Anyways, I was thinking about how blessed we all are to be here. Whenever I'm just sitting around, I feel like I'm wasting a gift that was given to me. I'm here for a reason, and I don't think that reason is to sit around on my ass reading about what other cool things are going on in the world. There's so many other more productive things I could be doing, even if it means doing homework.

Just my random musing for...yesterday...