Confessions of a Total World Dominator

I was sitting in Olscamp today, on the second floor in the lounge area overlooking the cemetery, and my brain got going. So I decided to write in my journal, and the entry that came out was rather interesting, so I'm going to share part of it here...so sit back, relax and brace yourselves for it may be a bumpy ride...

Why do we bury our dead? I'm sitting in Olscamp and I have a view of the cemetery, and it's just weird to think that there are thousands (well maybe not that many) of bodies buried beneath that bit of earth. Most of them are decomposed beyond recognition, and they're just "there". What's the point? The person is lifeless, everything one loved about the person- their personality, soul, even looks are gone. They're somewhere else. When you go to visit a grave, you're not visiting the person at all, you're visiting a shell, a bunch of bones and dust in some old outfit..what's the point? In most cases you're not going to dig them up again, they're just taking up space. My goodness...if we didn't have the cemetery, we'd have have at least 500 more parking spaces... (I'm trying to be insensitive, I do have a grandmother, as well as a friend buried across the street)
When I die I think I would like to be cremated. The thought of my body as I know it now rotting beneath the earth to the point where it looks like something from Tales from the Crypt, is not my idea of a good time. It makes me rather ill actually. No, just turn me into dust so I don't prevent future parking lots, housing developments and parks. And for God's sake don't keep the ashes! That's even more disturbing, just dispose of them somewhere that won't offend any hyper-enviromentally conscious people. Keep memories, not ashes! And don't buy one of those urns either, a shoebox or ziplock bag will do just fine!

So that's what came out of my head today, I have no clue why, but then again, why does anything come out of my head? I hope it wasn't too offensive to anyone, that wasn't my goal, it was just something I was thinking about. I think I need to write a book!
I actually went to all of my classes today. I wasn't sick, although I wasn't feeling all that wonderful, but I made it. It was really hard, but I made it! None of my lectures were particulary interesting today. Maybe it was just me. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I only have one class tomorrow, but I have to work most of the day. It won't be too awful, I could use the time alone...That's what I like about my library job, I just sit in the back and type, even when another inputter is there, it's still quiet. It's really nice.