02/10/09

Writing these blogs made me realize that we can't always blame others for our own mind degradation. We will unknowingly submit ourselves to an endless cycle of the same bull crap and thus goes our sick societal cycle that is crashing in on itself. Okay, to dumb that down I'm saying that bitching about the same old commercials on TV and the same damn songs on the radio does nothing because society convinces itself of what it wants to see, hear, smell, feel, and taste. To dumb that down a little more, we just need to be more expressive as a people of what we like and dislike. We can't just be vacuums for Big Brother to throw whatever they want on the damn floor, because the majority of us are ignorant and take whatever is out there and adapts it to their lifestyle.
...KSYM accompanied me to sleep Monday night thus Tuesday morning I woke up to the sounds of Los Number 3 Dinners, a great local band you should check out if you've never listened. You just can't beat a good college radio station. I've been listening to college radio since I was in fucking middle school and it has done me a lot of good I think. People, if you have kids, don't subject them to so so much of the commercialized world. It's a fake thing and the "underground" is actually the real culture, not just counterculture. So I take in my usual fix of this college radio and waltz over to my next door neighbor's house where my brother and his girlfriend just happen to live. Now, I don't know if this ever happens to anyone else but his poor girlfriend just loves to turn the TV on and unwittingly leave it on the Preview Channel. It's not until twenty minutes later that anyone notices we've been watching the same damn cycle of previews!! A good example of an ignorant vacuum. ; ] Haha. So I bus it to my girlfriends and turn on her tube to that flick 21 about a genius medical student who learns to count cards in black jack. Quite a good movie for those people who love to put a mask on. Otherwise, still a pretty good one to watch. At the same time I'm fiendishly looking at motorcycles for sale on Craigslist. I can't wait to be able to cruise the streets of our fine city on a fine looking bike. So I make to my Tuesday night class 15 minutes late thanks to our reliable public transportation system and was able to leave an hour early because we had a test, which I most likely failed miserably. Pinche SAC math teachers blow!! I bus it home and like usual I'm hypnotized by the ads that line the bus, VIA job opportunities, Vanpool crap, bus fare shit, same crap as always but I can't help but read them all anyway. I get home but immediately have to leave because last Friday I had to go the Texas Medclinic for a laceration to my thumb I received at work. Worker's Comp!! Lets just hope I piss clean, hahaha. So this is a follow up to last Friday's stupidity and I find myself watching some reporter grill this lady about having 14 kids on NBC in the clinic lobby. I guess one would have to actually meet the lady for one's self considering the circumstances to get a good perception of her motives. So I make it home, go back to my bro's and catch the last hour of Pink Floyd's The Wall, last time I saw that movie I was about 17 and had eaten a few grams of shrooms and thoroughly enjoyed it so there was some good reminiscing before I came home and crashed to the sweet sounds of the radio.