Curiouser and Curiouser

Almost being assassinated by a grenade, I woke up in a hot sweat this morning, dreaming that I was a queen. I swear, I have the most eccentric dreams when I'm drunk. Well when I woke up, the first thing to come into vision were music notes, leaves, a broken heart, and a retarded looking fish tattooed with Sharpie all over my arms. Oh yeah, and 7 tally marks were somewhere in between the music notes, even though I had an extra beer last night and I'm not sure how many more shots of Smirnoff Razz after that.

I'm way, way too determined when I'm drunk. If I have a set goal, I'll do whatever possible to get it, so just watch out... I recall that I told myself I would make eggs when I got home and even though I don't remember actually making or eating eggs, I know I did. This morning I got a knock on my door around 8 telling me that I left the stove on all night. -_-. Thank goodness my step dad is so chill because my mom would freak is she found out.

The question that will never be answered and that I wonder about everyday. What is life and it's purpose? Is your entire life revolved around learning about yourself as a person? Creating yourself as a person? Is it to help the rest of society and future generations to come? Or is it just one of those, -you're born and then you die kind of concepts. Well I kind of think it's all of those things. Of course at 17, I wouldn't know but what I've seemed to think the aim of life is to experience and learn, feel emotions and passions. But wouldn't it just be completely awesome to achieve nirvana? Or would it- what would life be like after that? Hmm, curiouser and curiouser.