Leave(ing)

I'll be leaving for Montenegro in like five days. Having fun and all that good stuff. Hopefully I lose some weight and better myself mentally for the future.
While I'm sitting down here at my home feeling a bit lazy I can only begin to imagine what Peter C. must have been doing with America's best. He's a really nice guy even though I only talked to him on a few bus rides and random places like that. I would even go and say that he's my hero. I actually wish sometimes I understood everything I did now and was in West Point with him learning to be tomorrow's leaders. But, everyone wants to be something they're not. It's true and depressing a bit, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. I wish I was smarter, well known and well respected. I guess it's still possible, but nothing would motivate me more than the simple force of competition, which I personally love.
Well, if I can't be what I wanted to be hopefully my children can. I've taken Psychology so I know the effects of making a "perfect" child. I want to give my child all the oppurtunities he/she can possibly get. From there, it's their choice. That right there is the road to being known as "the greatest dad."
This sounds nice and all, but I'm probably way too shy and pathetic to get past the first step: getting a girlfriend. I can imagine myself as "that guy" in the movies. But I'm far from it. "That girl" still has me since, "You know, the thing that makes a fantasy great is the possibility that it might come true." I think it might be because of her I've decided there's no such thing as true love. It's all hormonal and primitive. Just look at modern American inner city culture.
Be back soon, I hope. Allah imanet.