Upset Stomach
Day off today.
No work, no class.
Hehe, I have no class.
Anyway, It's 2:45 A.M. and I have an upset stomach.
Don't know what triggered it. I haven't eaten anything...all day really.
Played Fallout 3, watched Dark City ending...yeah, didn't accomplish much.
Last thing that was inserted into my body was a cup of tea. Hours ago.
Don't know why my stomach is acting up.
Acting up and upset both talk of my stomach on a vertical axis, coincidence?
Could go for some wine, here.
Too early/late I guess...
This much time alone is nice, but I forgot that when I'm alone I think.
Thinking is unhealthy.
Distraction is good.
You know what I realized? That I suck. HARD. At least, as a thinking, conscious human.
I'm sorry, but if MOVIES and MAINSTREAM MEDIA are the things that are bringing enlightenment to our lives, we are a pretty fucking sad race.
Think about it.
Deep life lessons that can only be learned from experience and meditation...dictated to me in a film? And then I question my existence?
"Woah, man I'm deep". No, I'm not. I'm just as stupid as every other fucking consumer.
This is pathetic! Doesn't anyone else see this?
Go watch Zeitgeist and be enlightened!
Go watch Waking Life and question reality!
My thoughts are unique and provoking!
They really feed my fucking ego...ugh, please.
Last thing my ego needs is a boost.
And whoever's reading? That goes fucking double for you.
Everytime I think about this I think of Fight Club, which further proves my point of how fucking sad explaining this whole thing is.
About how the point that every human is just a consumer. Nothing you ever do will be original, it's all been done.
I want to be a comedian. But I can't, everything's been done before. If not, then I'm simply imitating another comedian's style.
I wanna be a musician. But every single chord has been writ, along to every lyric and word.
I can't be original.
Neither can you.
...scary, huh?
I realize that I truly wish for some sort of post-apocalyptic world. Or some huge crisis.
Then maybe I'd have meaning.
With zombies taking over the world, survival would mean something. Life would be hard to live.
Do you realize how easy life is to live? At least, here in suburbia, it's probably difficult to struggle with life!
So then what, life is our struggle?
And, once a-fucking-gain, Fight Club makes an entrance.
Maybe that's an exception, it does have some good things to say.
But I can never say I take all 100% of it true to heart.
Because here I am, writing a fuckin' post on LiveJournal.
Whatever, I'm going to go to sleep, wake up tomorrow, and continue the cycle.
No work, no class.
Hehe, I have no class.
Anyway, It's 2:45 A.M. and I have an upset stomach.
Don't know what triggered it. I haven't eaten anything...all day really.
Played Fallout 3, watched Dark City ending...yeah, didn't accomplish much.
Last thing that was inserted into my body was a cup of tea. Hours ago.
Don't know why my stomach is acting up.
Acting up and upset both talk of my stomach on a vertical axis, coincidence?
Could go for some wine, here.
Too early/late I guess...
This much time alone is nice, but I forgot that when I'm alone I think.
Thinking is unhealthy.
Distraction is good.
You know what I realized? That I suck. HARD. At least, as a thinking, conscious human.
I'm sorry, but if MOVIES and MAINSTREAM MEDIA are the things that are bringing enlightenment to our lives, we are a pretty fucking sad race.
Think about it.
Deep life lessons that can only be learned from experience and meditation...dictated to me in a film? And then I question my existence?
"Woah, man I'm deep". No, I'm not. I'm just as stupid as every other fucking consumer.
This is pathetic! Doesn't anyone else see this?
Go watch Zeitgeist and be enlightened!
Go watch Waking Life and question reality!
My thoughts are unique and provoking!
They really feed my fucking ego...ugh, please.
Last thing my ego needs is a boost.
And whoever's reading? That goes fucking double for you.
Everytime I think about this I think of Fight Club, which further proves my point of how fucking sad explaining this whole thing is.
About how the point that every human is just a consumer. Nothing you ever do will be original, it's all been done.
I want to be a comedian. But I can't, everything's been done before. If not, then I'm simply imitating another comedian's style.
I wanna be a musician. But every single chord has been writ, along to every lyric and word.
I can't be original.
Neither can you.
...scary, huh?
I realize that I truly wish for some sort of post-apocalyptic world. Or some huge crisis.
Then maybe I'd have meaning.
With zombies taking over the world, survival would mean something. Life would be hard to live.
Do you realize how easy life is to live? At least, here in suburbia, it's probably difficult to struggle with life!
So then what, life is our struggle?
And, once a-fucking-gain, Fight Club makes an entrance.
Maybe that's an exception, it does have some good things to say.
But I can never say I take all 100% of it true to heart.
Because here I am, writing a fuckin' post on LiveJournal.
Whatever, I'm going to go to sleep, wake up tomorrow, and continue the cycle.