Dying Days

Well, at this point in time, I have no idea what to do or where to go. My life is literally at a stand still. I'm still 22 years old and I'm already in a stagnant state. I feel the need to retire and enjoy life's finest things. But I know I shouldn't. Mainly because I have yet to experience more of what the world has to offer. Bob keeps reminding me of that. Quite frankly, I'm happy with how much I've accomplished and how far I've gone. And this is what scares me the most. Because I haven't done much. I get contented even though it's time to go for more. I have more responsibilities to take care of, and obligations to fulfill, but the lazy ass me is saying, "Settle down, Relax..." when I know I shouldn't.

I'm only going where the wind takes me. I should be making my own waves. I should be the captain of my heart. I should be a leader somewhere in my soul. But no, I'm happy being here, where I'm at. This isn't right. This shouldn't be the case. I know my capacity as a thinker. I know I can do more with my life. I know I can make a difference in this forsaken planet. I just don't know where or when to execute. Or I know when and where, it's just that my laziness is eating out the better part of me. I have not the slightest idea.

I'm going crazy. I'm going nuts. I'm just glad I'm not alone.

MPAA Vs. TPB

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"All of us who run the TPB are against the copyright laws and want them to change," said "Brokep," a Pirate Bay operator. "We see it as our duty to spread culture and media. Technology is just a means to doing that."

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Bob Strikes Again

I was lying on my bed, thinking of what I've been through and where I might be headed when something painful hit me in the head. It was Bob. He said something to say. I couldn't squeeze in a word. He just kept on talking and talking and talking. Here's the monologue:

Bob: What the fuck are you doing? Shouldn't you be up somewhere reading something or studying something? Or loving someone? It's just like you, you fucking lazy asshole. Lying there, relaxing like there's no tomorrow. You don't know the meaning of pain and suffering. People out there are dying because they don't have food for survival, and there you are, sitting on your lazy ass, and enjoying the finer things in life, even though you don't deserve it. Why, I should smack you like a little bitch right now. Then again, you'll learn your lesson. I guess pain and suffering has to be part of your experience so you'll have some determination to keep your life on track. Boy, you don't know you have it good! It sickens me. You live a life you don't deserve, and you don't even exhert the minimal amount of effort to deserve it. You're a disgrace to your family and what they believe in. Worse of all, you're a disgrace to yourself. Man, you fuckin' suck!

It ended there. I got up, turned on my firefox browser, and started studying this new thing Mark told me about, Ruby on Rails. God, Bob's a pain in the ass, but I try to remember that he's only keeping me in check.