Holy Crap I Still Have A Blog!

WHOA!
I totally forgot about this! I haven't posted in months!
Where was I?
Did I tell you I got an iPhone? Or that I dumped that annoying French girl? Or that I fell into a vortex that has lead me to the 5th dimension?

Well non of those things are important now. The important thing is that we move on and try to make our lives better. That's what everyone wants to do, right?
And it's not too hard, although it requires some thought and some effort you know.
It requires a slight to severe grasp on economics, and a slight to gentle grasp on reality.
It's getting increasingly easy to loose touch with reality in this day and age. We have lost our foresight and ability to comprehend our actions.
One might say that society is coming to a decline, if not already declining. However, these ware the same people that tend to start their sentences with "In my day" and "When I was your age." Therefore, their opinions matter not. One might take this concept and instead of saying that society is on a downward slope, and change it to the idea that society is evolving and changing in various sorts. The next question is, is this change for the better or for the worse?
In a world where there are no secrets but the identity of the questioner...
The Formspring thrives.
http://www.formspring.me/Aerlenbach
Wrap your mind around that one.
Crap...that means I have to go back and add another thing to that stupid list of things I have...
Anyway...
Where was I?
Oh yeah, society.
Human interaction is dramatically changing.
In my opinion, for the worse.
Holding a conversation with someone is like trying to balance a knife on your nose*
*Do not try at home
Kids these days don't know anything about anything.
They can't be taught because they only memorize what they need to know to pass the test, then forget it all in a month.
They're all texting and twittering eachother, so human interaction has reached a point where THIS IS CONSIDERED YELLING.
Ironically, here I sit with a computer in my lap, typing away, not uttering a word, verbalizing my thoughts into pixels on a screen, for the only reason that this is the only outlet I have.
And there you are, sitting, either at a desk, or on a couch, or on a bed like myself, reading the pointless rantings of some random 18-year-old kid that you either don't like, don't know at all, or are related to. (hi Alison) What could you be doing? Homework? Going outside for a change? maybe having friends over or talking on the phone to improve your conversational skills. But no, here you sit, reading. And here I sit, typing, for no other reason than that it's something to do.

Perhaps we should go for a jog?


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