What to think of on snow daysYou know, it's strange. I've been alive a short while, and quiet frankly, I don't like it. Not life itself, no. It's the fact that it doesn't really make sense to be alive.There's the whole "We were put here by God(s), and only (s)he/they know the meaning of life," thing I hear all the time. It's not true, if you ask me. What God would put people on this rock, and why? I would hope that they have better things to do.Maybe we were put here to interact with each other. You know, kind of a... social playground of life. I listen to you, you listen to me, and we're happy.But that doesn't accomplish anything either.You know, life would ma