Curses. I've spent so much time looking for one stupid little black cable. You see... one of my sisters has an mp3 player, and she's currently in France, and furthermore, she left it here, and as a result I now have the option of using it myself... but I am provided with a dilemma. I can find the player itself, I have some mp3s to use with it, I have the parallel port adapter for it, I have headphones, and I have batteries. However, I can't find the cable to go from the parallel port adapter to the player device. Now, because of all this, I can't use it, and now, as a reaction, I say, "fooey."
Another thing is that I consider spending a lot of time cleaning rooms or in general, is a waste of time. I would think that people have a lot of better things to do, such as... well... something, for example, in my case, I could work on my writing skills because based on my previous PSAT scores, they need improvement. This wouldn't require an enormous amount of effort, however the potential returns are fairly good.
I probably would have hit the "post and publish" button right then... however due to my lack of wanting to, and my lack of other things to do at half past 12:00 in the morning (i.e. 00:33)... maybe I'll try to figure out what's wrong w/ my blogger link graphic on the inasphere site.
I'm having a good enough time now though... listening to some 303 Infinity (it's a bit weird, I found them on mp3.com, but it's nice enough to listen to) and other things.... I guess I'll just keep on blogging. Remarking about how there's a lot of things I wish I did, or a lot of things I've wished I said... but I didn’t, and there's no changing the past... at least not so far as I know. It's kind of funny, how when I start to get tired, the randomness of my thoughts gets... more random.
In light of the new song that just came onto my nifty computer based (as opposed to portable, like a discman) mp3 player... I wonder... am I a creep? a loser? do I belong here? what the hell am doing here? haha. right. capital letters are for WUSSIES. Whoops.
Well... new song. I guess I must be a zombie. Apparently independence is not a trend, but the only way of life, because I'm not really alive if somebody else controls my destiny, makin' the important choices for me. Then I'm a walking dead, a zombie. Well... I suppose I do have some level of control.
Server side includes continue to confuse me. I have a vague idea of how they work... but I don't know. I have a lot of things I want/should/need to do. I need to improve my writing/verbal skills. I want to learn some sort of programming language such as java... well, not learn it well... but just some basics, considering that I've only got a couple weeks before school starts again. I want to learn to play chess better. I need to get myself into a healthier condition. These are the things that run across my mind as things I didn't get done before now. I see my summer as somewhat of a waste. There was a month-long period in which I don't count as summer, because that was the time I was at camp. That was fun, and entirely worthwhile, however it has provided me with something else I should do, which is write more letters to people in order to keep in contact with them. I'm quite terrible at convincing myself to do any of the listed tasks... I would always rather do something else... and that's usually all it takes to prevent me from getting things done. Anyhow... before camp, and now after, I feel that I've done little to nothing. Many of my friends are doing a lot, some of them off checking out colleges around the country (no, this is not a specific reference to any one person... there are a number of people who I consider friends doing such things... of course, there's a lot of people who I know who I wouldn't consider a friend doing this as well... I guess if I make this statement ambiguous enough it doesn't really matter...) and then there's one person working for the local congressman and one who's trekking across the country w/ his family to where his sister will be attending higher education. These are all things that I am not doing, and sitting around doing testing for Schoolbrain and Traxit just isn't... gratifying, or fulfilling. I don't know. I suppose I should stop griping, I've got a lot of things I can and do do that others can't, so what am I complaining about.
TV continues to amaze me. It's so terribly full of absolutely repulsive junk, yet, at the same time, the glowing box is amazingly adhesive... sitting down w/ plans only to watch one show (the Simpsons) earlier today resulted with me wasting a full... hour and a half watching drivel... it wasn't even that good... but I watched it anyway. Why? I don't know, but the people responsible for TV today, are brilliant, in some way. Of course, then there's those TiVo things and replayTV boxes which would allow me to... well... avoid commercials and do all sorts of weird stuff. That would be pretty crazy though. I don't think I would ever leave the couch, and that would be bad. I've got enough things to do that sitting down and watching TV is not really a good thing to do. I really am rambling now... the true intention of this blog is here. I sit, and I type what's on my mind. A ceaseless stream of consciousness that allows me to vent any sort of emotional response to anything in a relatively harmless manner. The things I say on this... they bear no real significance to anything, and that's kind of what's so great. I put things up here, with no real idea of who reads it, considering I never receive feedback (of the three times I have, only two were ones that were actually feedback, the other was just a test I made a friend do to make sure it worked...) and otherwise, the only time I get a response to it is when people talk to me about it in school, the day after I write it. Of course, the only reason people ever do that is when I accidentally, although sometimes intentionally, make a semi-offensive statement. The new song from Madonna, "Music," is in my mind, junk. I find it an effort to make myself listen to the entirety to it, however at this point; I'll just change the channel on the radio, because I don't like it that much. I don't know why. Usually, I just don't care about the music I'm listening to, I'm fairly indiscriminate, however every so often, there comes along a song I feel I can not, and will not listen to, "Music" happens to be one of them. Country music for the most part I find hard to listen to as well, and some variants of rap, although not all I suppose. Well... I suppose I am not quite as open minded as I used to consider myself, but no matter... usually I can find something worth listening to... and that's all that really matters. Maybe I'll build a theme-park ride... and it will be called the utilitarian ride, it gets you from point A to point B, and that's all that matters. Of course... that probably wouldn't work out too well for me.
Napster is a wonderful thing to have. Yes, I realize it's quite illegal. Most of the mp3s I have aren't illegal... however their portion is growing rapidly since I've started to use Napster heavily (which is quite difficult for me mind you, seeing as my internet connection is through a "56k" modem, but the rate of transfer is rarely anywhere near, let alone higher than 3k/sec). Well... I think I'm going to go update my blog template, and then I will begin a second possibly large blog entry.
