Interweb

Just for the heck of it today, I counted the amount of personal websites that I frequent. It was 25...That's right, 25 blogs/spaces/xangas/livejournals that I go to on some sort of regular basis. Why, you might ask, do I spend so much time reading people's pages online. To that I can only give a few weak answers, namely it's easier to find out what's going on than having to talk to them individually. Yes people, friends take time and effort to stay in touch with. And while I'm willing to put in the effort I just don't have the time to do it. Between work and school I really don't have to much time to spare, short of sacrificing much needed sleep that is. Don't get me wrong here though, I don't ONLY talk to these people online, it just may be that I go months between seeing them and the internet provides a convenient communications medium in the mean time. Also I should point out that I don't lurk the net trying to find these pages. I was given the address to it at some point in the past or told to go there by a mutual friend, well maybe one exception is if it's linked in a signature or profile or somesuch, but really that's an open invitation to go look at it.

I guess what I'm trying to get at here is that if it wasn't for the web I'd never know what was going on with people.

Another thing I enjoy using the net for is music...I now how over 4100 songs on my computer. That's enough music to play 24 hours a day for a week and a half without ever repeating a song. Okay I know I would never actually listen to all of them in a row like that but it does mean that I have music to listen to no matter what mood I'm in or what I feel like listening to.

But Alas now I must work...To earn money and all. I hate being driven by money.

-Matt

Good kids

"They're good kids"...

That seems to be a common phrase when speaking about someone that just killed a person. Funny...If a good kid could kick someone to death or smash someone in the face with a bat I'd certainly hate to see what a "bad kid" would do.

I'll tell what what a good kid is, a good kid is one that stays out of serious trouble on their own. A good kid is one that plays sports, works, and then volunteers in their spare time. A good kid is a kid that drives his drunk friends home so they aren't on the roads themselves. No I'm sorry, but if you kill someone, you are definitely NOT a "good kid". Ok so maybe I don't know them as well as the people that are saying that, but I would that murder is one of those things that you don't brush off. Well maybe you could...If the guy was really really sorry, and he's a good kid too.

It enrages me that anyone could defend these people with poor arguments like these. I don't get how people could do these things either, and I wonder what the hell is going through their heads exactly when they're doing it, or how the idea even comes up to smash a guy in the face with a bat or beat someone to death on a bus.

ARGH! I'm actually pretty ticked off by this that I can't quite figure out what else I want to say about it.

-Matt

Warm fuzzy feelings

Despite today not being all that great...What with being sick, lacking almost any sleep, and an EXTREMELY long night at work, I'm still feeling really good about myself. Today I proved to myself I can still make myself do what I think is right, no matter the consequence. Recently we had midterms and for one of my classes that in all honesty I was surprised I did as well as I had. We had a very low class average, the exam was difficult and seemed a little obscure at some points but still I made it through with a fairly decent grade (please understand that my grades drive me to do what I do) our instructor had given everyone bonus marks because he felt he'd failed us as a teacher (not worded exactly like that but pretty much). So what you ask? I couldn't accept those marks, I just couldn't. Especially not when he was essentially sacrificing his dignity and blaming himself for our failings to do it. So today I went to his office, and told him that I didn't want the extra marks. To all of you it may not seem like such a big thing, but it was important to me. I've worked for everything I have, I did it on my own without help just to be independent and I want to earn everything I get. It meant something to me, and after I left his office...I still had the extra marks, but I think both of us felt better about ourselves.

-Matt