Inception

In this land of the lotus eaters, time seems to be stuck as if the hour-glass has been tipped on its side.  One day you’re dreaming, the next you realize that what you have asked for has become a Nightmare on Elm Street.  The best of times are now too distant to remember.  Mistakes made, hearts broken, relationships lost, harsh lessons learned.  She goes on without me, while I drown in the sea of pointless ambitions.  

I am not too sure on how I arrived here, but here I am, getting my lunch money taken from me by the bully known as reality.  I need to figure some things out, for my sake at least.  The gap is widening between us, the light at the end of the tunnel is dimming, and I'm too deep in to surface...

12 Simple Times

Oh, the simpler times, how I miss them so.  Times when there were no deadlines to be met, no timecards to punch in, no worries in the world, just simple times.  Times when you could walk down the street and worry about getting beat up for your lunch money.  Times when the only real job we had was being a school safety patrol officer.  Times when sports took up all our time, whether playing or watching, and that was our childhood dream.  And times when birthdays were about seeing who showed up to your party at Chuckie Cheese and not about trying to get blacked out drunk and throwing up by midnight.

Times when girls that you like for some odd reason, like Samantha Deyle, didn't confuse the hell out of you by denying you like Judas but then drunk texting you mad at something you didn't do and doesn't fight the fact that deep down she actually likes you. Times when girls had cooties and the hottest older lady you knew was the one random hot english teacher, and Heather Locklear (still hot).  Times when holding hands was laughed at but at the same time you were jealous because you didn't have a cutie holding yours.

Times when school was on a draw and "color inside the lines" basis and your grade was dependent on how nice you were to everyone in the classroom.  Times when your attitude in class was measured on much Ritalin you managed to not take for that day.  Times when bands like 98 degrees and The Backstreet Boys were okay to listen to.  And times when, if you had a Playstation, you were the man.

Oh the good times, how I miss them so.  At least it's summer now and even though I have to punch in everyday for my internship, I feel it is almost those simple days.  Simple days when everyone was...happy.  I miss those days.

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What is it about computers that make us so addicted to them? They aren't attractive, they're not some hot chick that is randomly in your Sociology class.  They don't help our everyday lives much, except to see if Charlie Sheen (my hero) has showed the world once again that drugs really should come after hugs.  Winning!

Computers seem to do much more demise to our society than good.  Al Gore has stated numerous times that he is the founder of the internet.  Good for you Al.  What was supposed to be the dawn of a new age in technology, has now turned into a $500 wank machine for high school boys.  Social networking sites such as Facebook and Twitter are more commonly used than Wikipedia.  And, even when someone does use Wikipedia for a project presentation they procrastinated on, no one that runs the site is even smart enough to have correct information abundant throughout the page.  I see too many pop-up ads for porno sites with unattractive, overly-pierced women, than I do for family friendly channels such as Nickelodeon or Disney.

So here is my call-out to people who are a friend to the computer:  Stop.  Even when reading this you are using the computer.  Go outside, get some fresh air, go workout, go work.  It will do more better for you than harm, trust me.  And for you high school boys I was referring to earlier, find a nice girl and take her....eh, what the heck.  Find a good site that will last you for quite a while.