Have you ever thought about death?

Specifically your death?

No, not your actual death. Of course you don't know that yet, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this blog right now. But, have you ever wondered how you might die? I contemplate it from time to time, mostly when I'm watching action movies where people die by getting shot or getting burned alive in fires or crashing their planes, etc.

I bring up the topic because tonight I watched "Fly Boys" at Katie's movie night, and so many people died. American pilots helping serve the French against Germany were given pistols to shoot themselves with if they were closing in on death. The quote went something like this:

"Plane catches fire you got three choices: You can burn with it all the way to the ground; You can jump several thousand feet; or you can take the quick and painless way out."

It made me think about which choice I'd pick if I were in that situation. If I knew there was no hope, I'd probably shoot myself with the pistol. But what if I was an idiot and shot wrong? It'd be a slow and painful death...at least until I crashed.

If I jumped, I'd get some sky diving in and then plummet to my death below, but even then there is a slight possibility I could still live through that. Then I'd have to wait to die, because obviously no one would find me. That would be a very slow and painful death.

If I let myself burn with my plane, sure I guess I'd die with dignity (sort of). But that would also be slow and painful. Really, really painful.

When I end up thinking about these things, I think about my own death. I have a mini freak out session because 1)I don't want to die slowly and painfully. I want to die quickly, and hopefully peacefully, and 2)Because at times, I become very afraid of death, and what comes after it. I won't get into a whole religion discussion about it, but whenever I freak out, I convince myself that either heaven exists and I'm going to it, or that I will be reborn into a new life.

I guess I believe the heaven thing more simply because I was raised to believe in it, but I like the idea of reincarnation.

Currently listening to: Finally Moving by Pretty Lights

My definition of a great day.

Today, I definitely woke up on the right side of the bed.

Why exactly? I'll give you a short (but important) list.

1) I woke up before my alarm, completely energized with no trace of grogginess.

2) Went to German class and beasted my vocabulary quiz.

3) Later performed my Chinese Midterm with Jess and Nick; we got a 95.

4) Checked the grade for the last math test I took, and got an 89, bringing my average up to a B! (a low B, but a B nonetheless. This is VERY significant, if you know me)

5) After everyone was long gone and USC turned into a ghost town, Jess suggested we go on an adventure to take pictures, and the pictures turned out REALLY well. (see above picture)

Only downside of today? I realized one of my pet peeves: the click clacking of high heels.

In front of me.

For 10 minutes.

All. The. Way. To. Class.

Currently listening to: Campus by Vampire Weekend

So, what exactly IS a Steigen?

Why, I am a Steigen, you silly head. And I'm a human being...mostly.

But seriously, let's get real. Steigen's my name. It's Swedish; I was named after my dad, Steig. So original, right? I like to think so. Some have told me that it's supposed to be literally translated into "Steven" in Swedish, but my research would tell me otherwise.

Why am I here?

I'm not exactly sure why I started this blog. I want to talk about my life, and pretend that people actually take the time to read about it. I also like to tell others about fun facts that you wouldn't learn in your normal textbook academic teachings, and music that you wouldn't hear on every-day radio. For example: Laughing helps you live longer. I'm sure many people know that, but at least one person who stumbled upon this blog just learned something new.

AND BAM! That's how something spreads.

Like wildfire.

...or cancer. (too much?)

Currently listening to: Heart Skipped a Beat by The Xx