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School should not be ruining lives in August.
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| These would be ideal careers (in no particular order):
1. Power Ranger
2. Pokemon Trainer
3. Gundam Pilot
4. Jedi Knight
5. Sith Lord
6. Saiyan descendant
7. Commentator on Professional StarCraft games
8. Guitar Hero
9. Ninja
10. Protoss Dark Templar
I think I could actually be number 7 if I really wanted to.
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| Last entries touched upon leisure during the Spring Session. That time long been gone.
Yet, it seems the same deprivation has crept it's way back and gripped the spine, except without the erosion of human souls. Boredom, for a simpler and more practical term. It's strange, and at the same time blatantly terrible to experience such a jaded sense of deprivation. At least it's better than the swarm slowly eating the childhood into nothing, but that objective was most likely accomplished long before.
If anything, the 17th birth anniversary has taught me that the celebration on particular dates are birth are irrelevant when compared to an actual rebirth in a different point in time. Those moments are often left undefined, but when they occur it is only a moment of realization, making an observation of every detail of the surrounding environment in under a few seconds followed by the inquiry, "Where the hell am I and how did I get here?" Personal preference wouldn't refer to it as a "reality check", but definitely something will metaphorically impact the face of the observer just like a straight up rock to the face, except it leaves no trace of blood but sometimes discomfort, followed by a desire to feel a familiar red fluid dripping off the chin, but nothing will always be destined to follow such an impact.
Perhaps a greater elaboration on subjects later, distraction is appealing.
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| Spring Break has been a depressing endeavor. Days are literally sands slipping softly through my fingers, tomorrow will be Wednesday. This swift motion of time is unacceptable, and depressing. Productivity remains low, work is unfinished, if even started. School is just plain terrible, it erodes the human soul to the point of extinction, if the possiblity of such annihilation could even be fathomed.
There needs to be a defining moment within my break, a moment that has not yet been attained. Not just a moment, but an adventure, a quest of epic proportions. At the end of this break, there must be dragons felled and sorcerers vanquished, or at least something along those lines. I do not speak of a virtural quest, but something that would actually feel accomplishing in reality, rather than the accomplishment of homework, which actually leaves me with feelings of disgust.
Entropy, as I have found it, provides the ultimate irony of life. Entropy is the punchline in this joke. The Second Law of Thermodynamics basically states that things will ultimately become more disorderly with time. Though that is not the exact phrasing, I don't really care at this point. When we are born, we begin being educated in hopes that we will become "orderly" individuals of the modern world. When we are born, we know nothing except that we are ourselves, and we exist. As we are educated, we learn to broadan our perception, and we percieve that we must be succesful. Human beings begin to pursue that success, and with that, a hope of order. Though I have found that the pursuit of success only proves the Second Law of Thermodynamics, as their has not been a more disorderly point of my childhood than this very moment. Such personal evidence may not persuade others to think the same, but I encourage others to ponder the reality of it.
How disgusting.
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| There comes a point in every boy's life in which every action may inherently affect his success in the future and there, in one glorious and momentous moment, stands an epiphany.
I just don't really care about anything at all.
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