Late night blogging continues.

I don't have any idea why (do I ever?) I've been staying up so late these past few days. I'm certainly not doing anything productive with my time. I'm not doing homework, that's for damn sure, and I'm not really writing either. Most likely, I'm sitting here staring at this screen or playing counter-strike. But enough of that...

I was recently linked to Death Clock by Ken, and it told me I'd die in 2039 or something. which would make me about 59. That's all fine and good, but I think I'd put my death at around 40. Seriously.

My dentist tells me that I'm gonna need dentures by 35 or 40 because I don't take care of my teeth very well. Don't go thinking that I don't brush my teeth, because I do. But they'd like me to do it 3 times a day, with flossing. And no soda or sugar or anything else remotely fun to eat or drink, because it'll kill my already ruined gums. I got to thinking maybe I won't need dentures, because I'll be dead by then.

I look at it this way. I have the worst diet ever. True, I'm a college kid on a budget that can't afford to eat a decent meal every day. My breakfast might be a waffle or some cereal, which is fine. But sometimes doritos and coke for lunch just doesn't cut it. I'm not even talking about that though. Ever since I can remember, I haven't eaten veggies. Maybe some potatoes here, some corn there, but nothing else. Plus I eat junk food more than the average person, I'm sure. Combine that with my love for bloody red meat and greasy favorites like french fries or cheese pizza from pizza hut and you've got a recipe for DEATH.

It doesn't stop there my friends. I smoke like a fiend, so of course I can't exercise now. Not that you'd say I need to; I'm 6 feet tall and weigh 165 pounds. I've never been able to get fat. Then again I can't run a mile without having to keel over and die. So there go my lungs.

My mental health probably isn't the best either. I'm not insane, or mentally retarded or anything like that. But if you haven't noticed I don't have the best outlook on life. I'm depressed, bummed, whatever you want to call it almost constantly. I'm never excited about anything. I've lost the passion for life, if I ever had it to begin with. Trust me, it's not healthy, and I'm not really proud of it either. But what the hell am I gonna do?