An Odd Evening

OK well I oft go into my mother's room late at night because it is the only place I could rig my XBOX 360 to an ethernet cord and play Halo 3. Why late at night you ask? Well because I work, and I'm usually not off work until at least 11 p.m.

I bet you're so glad this blog didn't go a different way, because I'm sure that's a common opening sentence to reveal a huge secret; i.e. "I often go into my mother's room late at night because I have reoccurring dreams of having a panda rubbing his ass all over me," or "because I have attachment issues from a broken home and need to be near to the only family I have when it's dark and it's everything I think about." Fortunately I suffer from the allusion that Pandas are cuddly like almost everyone who hasn't actually touched a Panda (who are actually rough and coarse), and my broken home situation is not going to keep me away from sleep which I love.

Well now that I've assured you against the sick little happenings in your mind when you first read the beginning of that sentence let's continue. Well tonight is one of those nights because I downloaded a lot of new music and have been loving it enough to not turn it off (even after I finished Halo). So this is what I'm currently doing, and my mom stopped snoring at the moment so I have the full pleasure of having my eardrums vibrate to She & Him (4th artist of the night). This is too non-fictiony for this blog.

Well in the island of youth there are people who prance about naked and love the earth, and look at their young, firm bodies with pride and enjoyment. But here there is an unease. Everyone feels the same. They need to do something more, greater. After all the world is theirs to improve and create in their idealized minds. They spend years and years improving their structures and finding new ways to catch lots of fish and harvest grain so more people can build and less gather food. Species get scarce, but bellies get round and the living quarters and work places get taller and wider. The now adults look on their work with admiration and pride; much the same they looked upon their own beauty as youth. Isn't this great they say? More people and less clutter. They begin to hate animals who try to profit off what they created and call them pests. Overtime they grew old and sour, and eventually they can't stand the noise of the place they created, and go to the other side of the island. Here it is quiet and they can admire the species that they haven't killed. Ain't humanity grand?