Random

So it's almost midnight and I'm feeling kind of down. All you mofos aren't helping...how about leaving a line, eh? JK, JK. I know that all of you are really busy, as am I as is apparent from the quick faliure of my desire to write something everyday, oh well. You know what this whole experience has brought to light? It has shown me something that I have been hiding from for almost 5 months now: the fact that in college there is little time to do what you want to do and yet there is too much time to do what you need and don't need to do. Take my ambling boring day for example. I wake up at 8 or 9 to hit the off button on my alarm clock and wake up about half an hour later by dragging my but out of bed. I go to class and struggle through the next 4 hours before finally returning to my room. This is the point when the stupidity begins. Sure, I do some homework get a few things done as long as they don't involve reading something other than my history book, but the rest of the time is flat out wasted. I'll watch a TV show online, maybe a movie, I'll waste time playing games checking Yahoo! Odd News for fun stuff or looking at the actual news and on Mondays and Thursdays reading the trusty Guardian, which is always good for a laugh with all its mistakes. But what bothers me about all this is that I waste this time. I could be doing so many meaningful things, changing the world even, but I'm just too fucking lazy to do it. Instead I sit there and play meaningless games and watch useless things all the while wasting good time when I could be letting out my emotions. Then at the end of the day I sit there and complain about how crappy my life is and how depressing it is? I have no right. Seriously someone should smack me over the head and give me a wake-up call 'cause I'm being a god damn dumb ass.

The saddest part about it is that I know all this and I'm too lazy to do anything. Well ain't this a mother fuckin' cow party (i haven't the slightest idea what that means or where i got that from, but that's what makes it amazing).

and to end it here's a little something special:

The sands of time flow from the heavens.
The inflict damage on the once perfect surface,
wish each passing year the shell that surrounds him grows thicker.
It thickens and thickens and thickens until he is tightly wound,
The sands of time flow past him,
each grain breaking a piece of thread, until finally...
finally not a single one is left.
He emerges weathered and worn,
less beautiful, but better equipped.
he looks up and sees nothing but light,
go into it or shy away?
Neither.
He sits and ponders which course of action to take,
he sits and sits and sits, until he is buried and his time is passed.
He has left not a mark upon the sand.