I Hate Overnight Activism

I understand that people find new causes to defend and support all the time, but I'm getting tired of hearing people refer to themselves as activists. I admire those who defend the needs of the voiceless and helpless because I am a very selfish person who only concerns himself with my own needs mostly. And I realize that a single event can change the way you live, and reshape your outlook on life. A good example of this is the lady who started Mothers Against Drunk Drivers (MADD). Her child was killed by a drunk driver, and because she was so distraught, she wanted to prevent others from having to deal with that kind of hell, so she started the organization. That activism is good. Calling yourself an activist just to be nominal is lame and the worst kind of fraud. Stand up for something because people need help, not because it will make you more appealing to the opposite sex or those you have conversations with. Activism is a lifetime role, not an overnight trend.

Fortunate Son

So, I like living in a country that believes so highly in the concept of freedom. But, maybe, if we changed the way certain things were done and had less 'freedoms' other things would work out better. Maybe not.

Friends Don't Let Friends

Friends don't change your myspace top 8 when you accidentally leave yourself logged in on their computer. They just don't. Especially best friends :)

I'm Kidding, Of Course

Tonight's the last night
I will see the heat escape from my breath
In the cool winter’s-end sky
Alive for this moment
While the thoughts replace my many lives
Too little to indicate
Devastated beyond repair
My opinions on the weather
Only selfless people care
What happens to those who cannot find shelter
And die in the below freezing temperature

All of my failures
Are because of my fears
Trusting in dishonesty
And not being sincere
Simply stated
I cannot just get by
Doing rudimentary things
Running to each temporal high
Pacing as living
Dying to redo
All of this uncertainty
Carelessness reviewed

Not knowing when I get to see you again
Inclines me to want to sin
Trying to replay the irony
An indispensable industry
Commonsense is not always available
Dependability surely isn't the most profitable
Selling yourself short for someone else
Living on islands of desire just to melt
Obligatory lines to reproduce
Possible friends you want to be introduced to
The moments that fill our day
Kisses we wish to save
All the things we can’t do
Anything just so we get to see you

The Song Remains The Same

Even though I haven't written anything new in a week, the post from last week would be appropriate for today's blog too. You see, I am once again writing a paper for philosophy class which is do tomorrow. This time, I am affirming some points of Aristotle's Realism. Fun, no?

Title Page

The only book I'm reading today is A Manual for Writers of Term Papers, Theses, and Dissertations by Kate L. Turabian because I have a 5-10 page philosophy paper opposing idealism tomorrow. I tried to start on it last night, and I did. I wrote one paragraph. I tried to start on it earlier today too. A couple of hours ago I started and now I've got the second paragraph. I really need to hurry this up.

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I have the song "Friday, I'm In Love" by The Cure as my ringtone on my cell phone. Just once, I wish it would ring on a Friday when I was in love. Or, maybe I just wish I knew what being in love on a Friday meant so that I could pursue that.