What is my generation's catchy nick-name of the week? Are we going to be known as those bunches of jerks who had no focus at all because we are tailing off the successes of those boomers?

I can't seem to see the dream and I doubt it's there in its plain and old fashion style sitting by the door waiting for opportunity to come knocking. There must be more to the universe then money, war, politics and fame- some unmistaken human evil that causes us to abandon the "You Win Every Time" dream of a nuclear family- sitting around TV set eating dinner as it snows outside… mom's got hot chocolate and your favorite book… You don't miss what you don't have. You miss what you hoped for, you long only for a glimmer of what joy came out from that since the lines are still echoing out- imprinted on the style and livelihood of the previous generation… that's the reason some basements still have rust shag carpet, yellow light fixtures, stenciled ivy borders…

"I can't seem to let go of the old and accept the new" words spoken by my father as he ponders over a new piece of technology though it's a mere frustration on his part.

My goals are simple yet selfish at the same time and I bet they resemble the likes of many who came before me. I desire to grab attention, hold close, show the wonder which is all around, show what I can do, prove I won't let down. Though its questionable if I am living for myself or for another and there are those who tell you differently yet if I was all alone wouldn't that is so boring?

Sickness is boring. No one wants to visit you. They will keep their distance until you come back on msn one day with the big announcement you're all better though if the sickness drags on you go forgotten. I pass my time asleep, reading, playing the Nintendo DS, sketching odd drawings of how my belly looks as if I have a baby in it though it's just the inflammation.