I took a break. That was nice, I needed a break. Twelve blog entries, I've written tonight. My hand and wrist and brain hurt. I spent my brain break breaking my brain with some brainless breaking news and a whole breakfast of brain stimulation information presented to my brain at breakneck speeds. I don't know why I just did that. I'm really tired. I might compromise with myself and go to bed at 1:30 AM instead of 2:00 AM, because I've clearly ceased to be productive and my posts are hardly about things anymore (case in point, where is this going?) but that's hard to do because I wrote about this goal with such passion a couple of hours ago.
But yes, I spent this break on the interwebs. I spend a lot of time on the internet. An unhealthy amount of time, actually. It just seems like the internet was tailor made for me. Here is a machine that can do several things for me: help me socialize, help me watch television, help me find and listen to music, help me absorb needless amounts of useless information, help me look at nakey girls. I love all of those things. And it's all here in one place! Maybe if I talk to the TV during a special on Africa airing on the History Channel I can accomplish largely the same things, but that's an outlier.
Facebook. Always on the Facebooks. Chattin' up honnnies. Talkin' up mah broskis. Lookin' at pictures. Postin' neat music. I have a gnarly time on Facebook. I am on Facebook much more than I should be, and I really do anything when I am on it despite this.
Helps me watch TV. Hulu. I love Hulu. Hulu has changed my life to the extent that network television has essentially become arbitrary. I have no use for it when I can watch my favorite shows whenever conveniet to me, sans commercial break.
Music. I need my fantastic internet computer technology machine device in order to download all of the great illegally obtained music I own. I also need it to effectively create playlists and the like. And post songs I want to share with the world on the aforementioned facebookz.
Useless information? Wikipedia. Yahoo! News. Random google searches. Football. Lots of football. To some extent, I think I'm an information addict; but the information must interest me. If it does, there is no reason to assume I will not slip into nothingness over my football internet message boards for hours at a time. I do that. I do that a lot.
Porn? Yup. It's 12:42 PM. AM? 12:43 AM. That never seems right.
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