What to say...
Don't you really hate the times where you go to bed because you've got absolutely nothing better to do? And then there's the little voice in the back of my head that's always saying "you know, if you had a girlfriend things would be different." Maybe they would and maybe they wouldn't. But I don't know how many times I've told myself that I can't be a happy man with somebody if I'm not happy to begin with. Perhaps it would hold back any negativity for a while...I'm not meaning to imply that I'm unhappy. To be honest, at this very moment it's like being in limbo. Not happy. Not sad. Detached would be the word. Yes, detached would fit.
Watching the little screens pop up saying who's logging on or logging off, going away or coming back kind of makes me feel kind of lonely since it isn't very often that I get messages except from a select few who talk to me whenever. And then I wonder why the hell I put so much into this crap and wonder why I waste so much energy on such petty things. Life is such a beautiful gift to piss it away wondering if anyone will talk to me. Damn you AOL! Damn you for giving people the means to communicate and wonder why various people sit online all day with away messages. (And yes, I do know that there are a few who have the different programs that allow you to have an away message and jabber at the same time. Deceptive, you are.)
I recently purchased a new bass gee-tar. It shipped today so it should arrive within the week...I'm stoked. I suppose that's what I look forward to these days. The arrival of material possessions. How much I have bought into this consumer society who so quickly forgets things. Like how last Saturday was September 11. Doesn't that ring a bell? What happened to make that day any more special than March 9 or October 17? Oh yeah, that's right. Thousands of innocent people died. And for about six months everyone and their brothers were flying their American flags and saying that the masterminds of these atrocious acts must be brought to justice. Mitch was telling me that the football game this past Saturday there were people asking why the flag was flying at half-mast. His friend scoffed and said "Duh, it's because troops are dying in Iraq." Yep...that's it. Gee I would've thought that it's still flying because Regan died. Which leads me to ask. Why is it that because one man dies, the entire country mourns while day by day the body count of our boys overseas rises and the general public doesn't give a damn? Is a government that is based on our own corrupt system really that important? Must the price of another puppet country be the lives of our brothers, sisters, spouses, daughters and sons? Do I have to start singing that song that Jean Valjean sings from Les Miserables? You know, "Bring Him Home." Don't worry. I probably won't be found standing on a milk crate on a street corner somewhere here on campus any time soon.
John X 2 '04
Watching the little screens pop up saying who's logging on or logging off, going away or coming back kind of makes me feel kind of lonely since it isn't very often that I get messages except from a select few who talk to me whenever. And then I wonder why the hell I put so much into this crap and wonder why I waste so much energy on such petty things. Life is such a beautiful gift to piss it away wondering if anyone will talk to me. Damn you AOL! Damn you for giving people the means to communicate and wonder why various people sit online all day with away messages. (And yes, I do know that there are a few who have the different programs that allow you to have an away message and jabber at the same time. Deceptive, you are.)
I recently purchased a new bass gee-tar. It shipped today so it should arrive within the week...I'm stoked. I suppose that's what I look forward to these days. The arrival of material possessions. How much I have bought into this consumer society who so quickly forgets things. Like how last Saturday was September 11. Doesn't that ring a bell? What happened to make that day any more special than March 9 or October 17? Oh yeah, that's right. Thousands of innocent people died. And for about six months everyone and their brothers were flying their American flags and saying that the masterminds of these atrocious acts must be brought to justice. Mitch was telling me that the football game this past Saturday there were people asking why the flag was flying at half-mast. His friend scoffed and said "Duh, it's because troops are dying in Iraq." Yep...that's it. Gee I would've thought that it's still flying because Regan died. Which leads me to ask. Why is it that because one man dies, the entire country mourns while day by day the body count of our boys overseas rises and the general public doesn't give a damn? Is a government that is based on our own corrupt system really that important? Must the price of another puppet country be the lives of our brothers, sisters, spouses, daughters and sons? Do I have to start singing that song that Jean Valjean sings from Les Miserables? You know, "Bring Him Home." Don't worry. I probably won't be found standing on a milk crate on a street corner somewhere here on campus any time soon.
John X 2 '04