Extreme hoarding will scare your spouse away.

Ayo, sappy new year's post.

JK.

But seriously.

We make friends to benefit ourselves. We love people cos they contribute significantly to our lives. We give gifts to show our thanks and appreciation for their time and efforts to us.

So cool, humans are, always thinking about 1-up-ing ourselves. We're like Mario and the 1-up mushroom. Eat one, and you can pounce Goombas with twice the power jump, twice the speed, and not to forget, annihilate Troopas with laser beams, yeah? But in the end, you get your reward of maybe 10000 coins and Princess Peach, right? Otherwise there's no point in getting better. There's no reason to make friends with Ol' Toad or become acquainted with Luigi.

Well, I mean if you want to benefit me, hey come my new friend, come.

But really, time to put aside hoarding and start giving (not just physical box-like presents, but time, effort, and love) just because. Just to show God's love. 

LOL but in all conscience, even though this sounds likes I'm on a spiritual high, FALSE. WRONG. F MINUS. ZERO PERCENT. I'm just tired of sucking friendly initiatives that I never even thought about.

In good company.

Ah, it's nice to have friends like these.

(And grades like these. For now, that is. Keep it up, Geometry! I believe in you!)

For now, I am content. This is a good thing, I think.

"This is called staying alive. It's temporary."

David Wagoner was a smart guy.

My friends are doing well, everybody's staying afloat. Grades aren't dropping, relationships aren't ending, Facebook is wasting time. Dear God, is it wasting time. I blame this on you, blog. Making me write even though I should be studying for the death trap known as

FINALS

Cue scream.