I listened to a Radiolab podcast in which they talked about death. Particularly a guy who died and had sent himself a time-delayed message. His family got it. They took interest in the writings he made during his life. His mom found his blog... and left comments on it... long after he was dead and gone. (Which I found weird and creepy, but ok.) I hope this blog isn't found, because it's totally lame. but if it is, after I'm dead, this is what I would like to say:
Sorry for this crappy blog. Don't read it or any others and don't watch my DUMB youtube videos. I hope that by the time I reached my death I had left some sort of legacy. uh... I don't have any money hidden in books or anything. Try not to be too sad about my being gone. There's still plenty of life to live here before you die, so live it! And when you die, we'll be in Heaven together. I wish I could say I have no regrets. The thing I regret is giving in to my inhibitions too easily. I was too shy and weak. I wish I would have DONE more y'know? Like risk my life(or my heart) more often or buy a sports car or gone to New York or something... I dunno, this has been a weird blog entry.
Peace out.
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