Dog Piss

Is how I feel right now. After I type this I am going to put in a movie and zonk out till work! What an amazing world of technology we live in, while I'm randomly thinking. How far is the world really going to advance before a total meltdown? We have supposedly walked this planet for a long ass time, but why is it the last 100< years that we've suddenly came up with such novel ideas of electricity, petroleum derived fuels and nuclear tinkerings? Why the hell couldn't great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa Solomon do more than stab some animal with a spear and ravenously tear it apart with his teeth, due to not having such simple things as a microwave, and not think outside the damn box and create it? The answer to this question, and many others like it, I do not have. I would die happy the very moment I received a valid answer, honest.

By this I am in no way saying that I endorse any of these forementioned technological advancements. Gasoline, which is a petroleum derived substance, has become dependent upon for transportation world-wide. What happens when we exhaust our resources and have to revert to horse n' buggy, or an under-developed electric engine mode? We...are..fucked. As far as I can see, anyway. We fuck ourselves (ourselves meaning our race) in nearly everything we do as far as technology goes, in my eyes. Nuclear weapons, Nuclear waste by-products (where are they going to be stored when we run out of mountains to plant them under?), petroleum shit, and the insane procreation of the world just stupify my brain. Where in the flipping flying piss are all of the people going to live in the next 200 years? Seeing as we've successfully explored all of our own country, and the buildable/livable area is dwindling every day, perhaps we'll just take over parts of Canada like we lovingly did for Texas? (That comment in no way reflects any warm feelings towards Texas) And why didn't the old cave men reproduce as much? Apparently they had sex/kids enough to get civilization created, why'd they stop there? Why has it only been in the last 1600 years or so that we've had such a huge spawn of children? Were there previous bans on pregnancy? They damn sure didn't have any condoms or birth control back then, perhaps they got decapitated for becoming preggie w/out the tribe leader's consent? Enough of that, I'm going crosseyed thinking about wild caveman sex.

Had a good day in class today, was a Post-Test-Day, so it was quite lovely. Work was busy, but it rarely isn't. 3 more nights until my next days off, 1 night down and I can hardly wait. I'm not quite sure why I look forward to my days off anymore, since I quit EQ and really don't do jack shit except sleep/pass out, I just sit and... ponder. Enough pondering, I'm done for the day. Fuck you diary.

With Love,
Me

P.S. I didn't really mean what I said when I typed "Fuck you diary", it was a momentary outburst cause by the pain and frustration all this pondering has brought on. I still love you.

Werd

Here I sit, before I go to class, contemplating the meaning of life. I've always wondered why I am a homo sapien and not a fire fly or something. Perhaps a humming bird, or an elephant. I get to thinking about that quite a bit, usually ending with smoke coming from my ears. I'm totally, madly burnt out on this work / class bullshit. I love my job and the people I work with/for, but I hate getting off night shift just to head to class for another 6-8 hours, then going back to work after a few hours of sleep. That is the epitome of gayness right there, folks. I bet it doesn't help much that I'm still in the "quitting" phases of my loving smoking career. 5 days since I've touched one and 21 days since I decided to make my last stand, just like Custer. I sure hope I don't end up massacred with my ears cut off though, that'd piss me right the fuck off. Make me almost as mad as a hair lisp trying to order Worchestershire Sauce =( Anyhow, I'm off to class. I'll come back and ramble a bit later on probably. My country depends on me passing this class *sings the national anthem*. *cough* yeah, right *cough*. Goodbye diary!

Here goes nothing

April's blog looked like fun, so I decided to create my own. Deal with it.

Solly