Today was a fine day. I woke up, played "The Witcher," and got my shirt from shirt.woot.com. This one had koi fish being drawn by a guy that seemed to be a painter at the bottom, hence the title of this shirt "Urban Painter." Then as I went to class I saw squirrels fighting and as curious as I was, I slowed my pace down and watched them as they fought; only five seconds later that I realized one of them were trying to rape the other as I saw one doggy style the other. Have you seen animals fuck each other? If you have, then you may know how I felt: disgusted. Disgusted not only for seeing two animals have sex, but realizing in the end we are all animals vying for the same thing: survival - survival through future generations.
Later I went to my night class. We had our in-class essays returned to us and found out I had a score much lower than my friend's. I thought my writing wasn't that bad, but I guess I had it easy. Now that I think of it, hell nah! I didn't have it easy. Even if I didn't read the same things as my friend in his high school, my teacher made us read and write essays on Plato and Aristotle and the Scarlet Letter, which he graded and inspected thoroughly. I had to learn to use better syntax (that's sentence variety and structure) and better, more complex words. I should've gotten a better score. I got a 2 of 6 while my friend had a 4 of 6. That is so lame. This really destroys my confidence in myself, so much that I'm contemplating my whole life, and if I was really better as I thought I was in high school. Meeting other people makes me think how sheltered I am from the rest of the world with the only form of communication coming through the internet. I think that's where my need of the internet came from: the need to be connected to the outside world; and that's most likely what people who spend much of their time on social websites like Myspace or Facebook do. We all just need to be connected. Like animals, in order to survive we need to socialize. And that's the struggle. We find faults in ourselves that we would never see when we we are kept from communicating with others. But unlike animals, we are civilized. Civilized to keep ourselves from killing each other, and to promote equality.
I probably don't even know what I'm talking about.
On September 18 2008 15:11 sqwert wrote: But unlike animals, we are civilized. Civilized to keep ourselves from killing each other, and to promote equality.
I'm assuming the reason why you're writing about this has to do with being emo and identifying w/ other emos. There's hardly anything you could do w/ the situation besides study more diligently and communicate w/ the teacher about your grade.
As for socializing w/ society this has already been studied, it's called Sociology. There's classes you can take to address this specifically because commenting about it here without proper philiosophical arguements will lead people to believe you're emo. I'm not trying to drag on you, it's just that people don't care about others until they address it with intellectual insight. It's like someone lecturing about how they aren't smart enough to pass a class without addressing why they are failing.
On September 19 2008 04:30 Sins wrote: I'm assuming the reason why you're writing about this has to do with being emo and identifying w/ other emos. There's hardly anything you could do w/ the situation besides study more diligently and communicate w/ the teacher about your grade.
As for socializing w/ society this has already been studied, it's called Sociology. There's classes you can take to address this specifically because commenting about it here without proper philiosophical arguements will lead people to believe you're emo. I'm not trying to drag on you, it's just that people don't care about others until they address it with intellectual insight. It's like someone lecturing about how they aren't smart enough to pass a class without addressing why they are failing.
sociology = emo
i was just ranting and practicing my writing skills cuz engl 1b is a beezy. i dont rly care i just wanted to put my ideas down