I'd have been, like, a mercenary!

Still earlier than expected, but I've always been anxious

Wikipedia has the following to say about friendship:

Friendship is a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more beings.

It says a lot more about it, but any college student worth his salt knows that Wikipedia isn't exactly where you go for any kind of definitive information. While it is true that friendship is, at it's core, two people that support each other, this is an oversimplification.

Friendship is about the commitment to and caring for someone you feel closer to than anyone else. You would do anything for them whether they asked you to or not. You love them unconditionally. You are there for them when they need you. It could be a ride home from work, or a desperate phone call at 3 in the morning. You don't feel burdened, but happy that you are there for them.

The best part is that your friends feel the same way. They know you better than you know yourself sometimes. They know that you will have your good days, your off days, your bad days and your 'I honestly don't know what the hell I'm even doing anymore!' days. They stick with you no matter what, always calling just one more time to try and help you.

If you ever get a friend like that, you are not to let them go. You are not to push them away. They are there for you.

If you have a friend like mine, then you know exactly what I'm talking about.



I'm sorry that I deleted the post I made about us KaTrina. What I said in it came out so naturally and I feel terrible that I can't get it back up on here.

Now, not to be all secretive, but what's happened is between KaTrina and I. I doubt I'd be able to properly explain all that's happened in such a short period of time without a smidgen of breakdown poking through anyway. So please, if you're going to comment, just comment on how nice of a post this is and that we're lucky to have each other as friends*. You could almost consider our friendship an accident, which makes it even more meaningful. I actually wonder how many people actually know that story besides KaTrina and I.

Oh well, another time I'm sure.



*otherwise I'll have to be a totalitarian ass and delete it. and i'm too worn out to do that

Committee?

Okay, so I got the internet going on my laptop while I'm at school so instead of studying like I'm supposed to be doing, I can waste my time blogging. That sounds bad. I'm actually pretty confident that I know all I'm going to know for my psychology mid term. I also did pretty damn good on my political science mid term and I barely studied at all.

Anyway, as I'm walking from the Library (see? I did a little refreshing on the material) to the HUB (student center or whatever) I saw four guys standing an equal distance apart from each other in a somewhat perfect square. I figured they were just hanging around and talking to each other when I noticed that there, right square in the middle of their square was a soda can.

Now I know most people wouldn't think much of this scene. But as I'm sure anybody that's reading this right now can attest to, I'm not most people.

Mere nanoseconds after my mind processed the soda can, I believe I came up with the reason for why these people were surrounding it so uniformly:

They had formed an impromptu committee to decide whether or not one of them, or perhaps a third party, should pick up the can and after having done that decide whether or not to throw it away.

This ostensibly raised the question of the can's autonomy. Did it want to be picked up? If it did indeed want to be picked up, would it then want to be thrown away? Or would it prefer to be carried around for an indeterminate amount of time?

Would the committee, to determine the fate of the can, then need to form an oversight committee to decide who would care for the can if, once picked up, it let it be known that it did not want to be thrown away? Who would be part of this oversight committee?

These are all very important questions. It didn't help that they all got asked at once and what could potentially be the most important question never even crossed my mind...

What if the can were unopened?

I probably would have walked over and taken it so they wouldn't have to argue over who would get it. Aren't I just the most considerate person?

All without a chair

I have my own computer now! A Dell Inspiron 1525 laptop to be precise. While I got it mainly for school, it's not limited to stuffy busy work. I've already got plenty of games on here and now that the internet is up and running on it, I'll be able to really get everything set up. Only problem is that it's not as fast as the desktop. Well, when it comes to downloading at least. Hopefully there'll be some kind of remedy for that.

Don't know what else to write so I'll just leave it at this and think of what I'm going to post about next. I've got four entries with titles that are waiting to be filled out and posted.

Soon enough.

Here are some pictures I took as I was opening it though. Very exciting.

Maybe it's just the exhaustion typing but...

If I were immortal, I would love to watch a video of the Earth taken from outer space (not too far mind you), from the beginning to end, in super fast forward.

Watch the continents form, merge, break apart, climates change and environments shift. Witness civilizations rise and fall, spread out and take hold. The occasional nuclear explosion, both in space and on the planet, would be particularly cool. Kinda like fireworks.

If you don't think that would be cool, then the existence of your imagination has been called into question.

A change of pace for a change

There's a lot of things we take for granted in our lives. You know the list is long, but is going to the movies ever on it?

I think it should be.

Why didn't I think of that?

This is from xkcd.com

It's a webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math and language.

Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).

Here's another!



And another!



And why not, here's another!



I'm off to Psychology 101 now. I'll be back with another post about human adaptability.