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Humanity is not an eternal thing. Are you prepared?

Dec 21, 2007

Y'know... sometimes AO just makes me so mad.

It's gotten better of course, but it's only gotten as better as it has worse. It's like the whole one step forward two back thing. Progress is being made and new, wonderful things are happening. But the drawbacks are much more potent.

Gads, these little... discussions (rants<<) always end up being bitter somehow don't they? The world sucks this... that person is horrible blah blah blah. I'm terrible.

What do you guys do all day? Probably not much else than me. I sit around and watch TV, read a book... play a game. PS or listen to some good tunes, hang with my fronds or do some after school thing. The dreadful typicality and routine life had degraded itself to is painful at best and laughable at worst.

I think I would make a good philosopher. I can be a cynic and bitter or perfectly optimistic and outgoing. Unlike others with the ideas, I like to voice mine. Not lame ideas on the latest hair trend or hot guy in school, but on life and the methodology of it.

A huge question-what is the meaning of life?

The meaning of life is to have a purpose. To be a fitting part of society and feel that you are contributing and in existence. Without purpose there is no meaning, the system works.

We get an education to get a job, we get a job to make money, we make money to buy things and these things in turn reflect who we are. To have a job is to have a life, so to say. You could say, and not be lying, that the meaning of life is to have or earn money.

Money. Yes, money. Something you can place much of the world's evil on. Yes, money.

Let's ask a hypothetical question--what if a job and education was not needed? What if, when you were born, you had all the opportunities of a university graduate at your feet already. Everything was free, there is no such thing as money. Simply walk into a store and grab whatever.

Clothing and food would stop being produced and processed because these people are going very far out of their way for others. By the masses, working long or hard days for what? Other people who take it for free? There are people who would like this, but not enough to match those who don't.

We would go mad. Why wake in the morning when it's even more typical then life now? Hang with friends, not give a hoot. No responsibility. People would die until others were fed up with it until a massive war broke out. A civil war involving the entire world. Yeah, we'd all be screwed.

So, to challenge purpose would be to challenge life. If anyone had a more suiting meaning, I'd gladly discuss this with you in PM, or even a debate in the debate section.

/i think i'd win/

By the way, I'm very egotistical if you haven't noticed. With the confidence, and luckily, the verbal cunning to back it up. Unless seriously extensive knowledge is involved, I'm pretty good and /fixing/ words to better suit me. It easy.. unless that knowledge is employed by someone who can use words just like me... (Like Chubz and Arriana...<< damn them)

/i'm such a narcissist/

/but so are you/

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Dec 11, 2007

So yeah..

I wonder why people always, no matter what, fill these journals out... I mean, the stuff people write in here could be highly personal and is often times, who wants some faceless net-people seeing it?
Anyone I guess. I think people have some latent urge to throw themselves out there by which every means they can. AO can attest to that. The poets need people to view their thoughts, the designers need people to view their creativity. And scores more, those are just two obviously outlets of personality.
The Internet is a wonderful thing, but as they say, all that glitters is not gold. It brings people together while pushing them apart. I've met a couple people I'd rather never meet again in real life because it's so vastly different when we're online together. Maybe because you can be yourself without restraints, or perhaps you can lie your way into the hearts of others. I like Door Number 1 better.
The Net takes away the burden of being face to face and having the choice to see their reactions, it allows people, I think, to be more witty and clever.
I find it much easier to use my vocabulary over the Net because I can think about what I say. Not only that, I can view it before others and edit it accordingly. It's foolproof.
On the darker side, searching for meaning online is useless. You will never find a more satisfying bounty than that of fleshy origin. Alienation is also another symptom of overuse, I've, one time, spent almost two days on the computer with no meaningful human interaction. Two days is nothing compared to some, but still, it is evidence declaring that I could become an addict.
To further show the evil of the Internet, simply search things such as /kiddie porn/ or /KKK/ or some other terrible misuse of both space and breath. Although there are good things to be had from the Net, there are also bad things.
That's just how life goes though. Interesting little chitter with myself I think. Could have been a more lively topic though, beggars can't be choosers though.
So as they say,
farewell.

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Mar 23, 2007

Well, even though no one reads this I'm still gonna write stuff.

It's been like.. a long time since I checked my profile, and since I wrote one of these. I read over my other journal thing, man, I suck at spelling.. suck hard.

We moved to a house. Don't know why none of the others liked living in an apartment, I loved our apartment, but it's better this way 'cause I have a room now.

Mom's still being a whore and not giving Amber custody of me, sometimes I wonder who's the kid with her, and with Amber... and OF. Dood, everyone is so immature nowadays.

My rooms nice I think, a bunch of posters in the wall, a little tv, and ps2, and a comp. It rocks, sadly my net goes down at nine, I wish I could hack... or had magic powers or something. The bed I got is stiff though...

I got back into reading again, like serious reading. I polished off that Koontz book in a day, haven' lost my touch. As of now, I have eight more books to read until I go and get more. All the bookstores around my place don't have the one book I really want, Last Light, it totally makes me angry...

I'm out of school, much to my dismay. I applied at Elmwood, they didn't accept me because my mom lives out of the district, I live a block away from the god damned school who cares why my mom lives. Argyle is just a bunch of assholes. They said I wasn't mature enough to attend their school... what the hell is that suppose to mean?

When I was at Argyle this one guy, Gil, was talking to me about my attendance. I told him I'd try to come everyday, you know what he did? He dropped a high lighter on the floor and asked me to try and pick it up. I leaned over a little and put my hand out for a sec, then sat back down.

Hehe, he asked me to try and pick up the high lighter and I did just what he asked. I'm not stupid, I know what he was going to say if I picked it up, he would be all smug and say something like 'You picked it up, you didn't try, you did. So do instead of try' but he doesn't get it, to do is to try, if there is no try there isn't a do, so to do anything really, you have to try to do it. Man, I should've picked it up and said that.

I might be going to KE, they should let me in because if the courses I'm taking, this is what I might end of taking: Pre-Cal, Science, English, Geo, Gym, Computer Graphic Arts, Music Production, Chemistry, Photography, and Power Mech. I decided since I missed out a year of band I wouldn't be as good, plus I wasn't terribly talented in the first place, I love playing though...


Man, I need a life. I so shouldn't be spilling all this personal stuff on the net, but I really do need someone to talk to. All my friends ditched, stupid dumb heads. I didn't mean to write this much, but I'm human so I'm full of myself.

But anyways, it's time I leave else I'll end up putting down stuff that too personal, well, it's not even that. I don't care if you peoples know who I am, but there's always the chance that some crazy pervert on hairspray could read this. Did you know junkies drink hairspray 'cause it's got alcohol in it? Isn't that sadly gross? I hate seeing people on the streets, I feel sorry for them.

People get all angry at me for feeling sorry for them. They say that they deserve it, so what if they dug their own hole? We can still giving them a hand can't we? It pissed me off when I'm out downtown and the person I'm with doesn't even look at the homeless person wherever. Ugh, people are so inconsiderate and stupid and totally not compassionate, sometimes I just wanna get out the baby power and slap everyone...

Oi, I'm going to leave now, for real.. else I'll start up again. Till next time whomever,

-Me

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Jan 03, 2007

This thing is a journal, right?

Today seems like a bad day, not one of those girly bad days either. Seriously, today was filled with a lot of angst.

It started okay though, I woke really late again, four I think. Kevyn was over, he only stayed for an hour or so. When he left the day went with him. Amber and OF started bitching for god knows what reason. Then they angry at me 'cause they couldn't solve whatever was bothering them. We yelled at each other them Amber screwed off and did her own thing while OF continued fixing some stupid computer that's been obsolete for at least four years.

I couldn't watch TV 'cause OF was using it... while he was fixing the computer. I retreated into the bedroom and tried to play with the comp... but no, I wasn't allowed to 'cause Amber had to find her father a job...

More yelling and anger after that, then Amber was having another fit of guilt, 'everyone blame's everything on me' it doesn't matter if they blame you, if you and the peopel you hold close know it wasn't your fault then it's not.

I put on my happy and helpful mask and tried to cheer her up, except when she gets sad nothing can make her happy. Dood, it's tragic really.

And that's pretty much all that happened today.

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