I don't log in for a weekend and I'm swamped with messages. Oh my, I'm so very popular on the internet. I think I'll stay at home for the rest of the day and just indulge myself in self-indulgence. As an aside, I sometimes get the impression that people who have really fancy MySpace pages or spend a lot of time coding for their sites really have no life outside the net and must therefore try to make themselves appear popular online. ...Unless of course they like coding HTML and CSS.

So, I still have two days left of school. I'm going out today; don't know about tomorrow. Once again, I've been getting that weird feeling. Someone told me earlier, "I'd trade the friendship and the circumstances I have with everyone today for childhood.". I thought about it and figured I would do the same. But then I also considered what I feel now. It's not exactly confusion; it's some retarded half-cousin of uncertainty.
"What am I doing?" and "Where am I going?" are the main questions.
But think back a few years. Did we ever know what we were doing, why we were doing it and where we'd go from there? I wouldn't say so. It was all for the fun of it. So, why can't we do that now?

If any of you read Indianajoes' articles on "emo culture", or lack thereof, or if you live in any major city that doesn't enforce totalitarianism, you've probably noticed these dickweeds around. I don't think I need to dwell on this matter for much longer than it takes to introduce them into this entry. Because I am a complete tool and pawn toward guys with mohawks, I agree with everything Joe said, so go read his article if you want my opinion on the matter. Why I bring them up is because I believe they are one small (but ever-growing) part of the "create-a-problem" group of people. As the name states, this is a group of people who, often for no good reason, create problems for themselves and live within them. Why the fuck would anyone ever want to do this? I happen to respect people with real problems and who've had a real struggle. And I also believe that you do learn a lot more from being unhappy than being happy, but why would one purposely take a shit with the intention of rubbing his nose in it?

In the midst of being surrounded by these assholes, I start to feel shitty too and you can really see it too. Feeling bad for yourself and listening to crumby music is addictive. But I say, fuck 'em. My respect lies with those who've had the courage and mental ability to deal with their problems, not with those who've had the technological literacy to create a MySpace account and rave about their problems and take pictures of themselves from oblique angles*. So, cut out the negative and unnecessary bullshit from your life. I highly doubt that the majority of these asswipes truly believe in what they say and think; getting attention from strangers is fun.

So, do what you really want to do. Don't create problems for yourself that previously weren't there. Because, when a real problem comes along, shitty poetry and blogging won't save you.

* - I'm aware that oblique angle pictures of land are taken from helicopters, but many of these users are big enough for that.