Seriousness vs. Weirdness

Alright, I have now noticed that my blog has become really serious. Especially of late. The light heartedness seems to have disappeared. What happened to Gurt, Gustafer and Geraldine? And what of Anastasia and Nicholas? Or Paris and Brad? Sprites, Pixies, Crowns, and Absinthe. I don't know if I like the seriousness of this, but I mean, this is who I am, this is what is on my mind. This is my life. So does that mean my life has become more serious, more (GASP!) down to earth and out of the atmosphere? Or are there just more problems arising in my life than usual? So many questions. Or perhaps I am changing. Perhaps I am growing up. Or maybe there isn't enough time for me to kid around. I don't like this seriousness. I know I have to face reality, and I have done so in the past, I live in reality, yet I was able to seperate myself from it at the same time. It was the only way I could stay so happy so constantly. I have changed I know that. But if that change means me losing my ability to always, ALWAYS, be in a cheerful mood, then I don't like these changes. I want to be back in the atmosphere where the air was light, the sun was bright, and everything was right. Is everything right for me? Yes. Could my life honestly be any better than it is right now? No, I don't think so. Life is grand, but so many questions, so much unfinished business to do. My time left here in this life is dwindling down rapidly. So much to do. So much to say. So much to see. So much left unsaid. Time may bo on for eternity, but see, I won't be, at least in this state of being. See, now I have become morbid again. Damnit anyways. I hate being on such a serious note all the time. Not enough time at all.
"DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT! RAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT!"
Ciao...I hope you had the time of yer life...