people are strange.
headaches are lame.
this computer lab is far too openly private for my taste.
call me a loner,
but i think dicking around on the computer is something that should really be done in your own private little area.
i like to feel like what i'm doing or looking at on the Internet is an exclusive sort of thing.
i'm well aware that millions of people could be looking at the very same thing as me at all times,
but i still would rather just be on the computer without other people in the room to hover over me or something,
it's just some sort of odd security issue i have.
or maybe i just miss my laptop.
viruses are for suckers.

you know what would be sweet right now?
a massage.
i don't mean one of those light friendly massages,
i mean a fucking hardcore massage.
i want someone to just start beating my neck and back until it doesn't ache anymore,
like one of those big hairy foreign dudes with a jet black handlebar mustache and a bellowing laugh rivaled only by that of Paul Bunyan or Santa Claus.
that'd be sweet.

i would have said one of those crazy asian chicks,
but they use their feet and that kinda weirds me out.
i'm sure it would still feel awesome,
but that underlying "eww" would definitely linger in the back of my mind.
feet just weird me out.

"killing time" is a funny term.
at least for me it is,
at least right now,
because as much as i'm "killing time" right now,
i'm actually enjoying myself a little bit.
in my geography class,
which is supposed to be a productive time,
i feel like blah.
i think that some education should be considered "killing time,"
because essentially that's all it is if you're not interested,
it's a waste.
time spent not enjoyed;
now that's "killing time."
required courses are lame-o.
people should have the freedom to learn only as much as they want to without being penalized for it.
if ignorance is bliss,
then why deny people their right to happiness?
i will be as dumb as i want and enjoy every second of it.
breaking life down into tiny fractals just makes the world so complicated,
why can't we just deal in solids like every other creature on the planet?
why can't we just take life for what it is?
we've become prisoners to our own intelligence.
freedom,
at least true freedom, has become a lost cause.
freedom is a fantasy,
freedom is my fantasy.
oh, how i'd leave to feel ultimate freedom just once in my life...