into the... life?

Heyheyhey. It's me again, pretty tired, eating tangerines and drinking delicious caramel-vanilla tea.
(anyway, did you know that the word 'vanilla' comes from greek or latin 'vagina'? I guess you've already figured out what the latter means)
I'm currently writing an essay for my Philosophy class, and I must admit it is really interesting! It makes me feel pretty smart, knowing that other wise people thought the same what I do (well, apart from Socrates. He was a weirdo). So I have some food for thought already provided.
Which is pretty good, except the fact that I have my head occupied with so many thoughts' battles I'm not sure I can handle any more. It is because I rewatched 'Into the wild' yesterday/today and it made me feel so idealistic yet so sad.
Okay, so the main character was doing so great... Goin' into the wild and stuff, hitch-hiking, travelling, getting to know different kinds of people, while I'm stuck in my city - which of course, has it charms - with the sick urban philosophy of having and wanting and buying and expecting [hooray here comes more ranting!]. Which pisses me off.
But on the other hand, life's so beautiful, so are streets, wicked people and MY BIGGEST LOVE - sunrises when riding through a windmill field. <3 I thought that when I was on my way to Gs house last evening. Bright Eyes also helped me, as I had earphones on and was listening to his marvellous song, which I'll quote:
In truth the forest hears each sound
Each blade of grass as it lies down
The world requires no audience
No witnesses, no witnesses
I really think that he is Bob Dylan of modern times.