I am the Rising Generation...oh boy.

I sleep next to a window. My head rests maybe 10 inches away from said window. On the other side of this window is the outside world. But don’t tell me that.

Here is what happens on a typical morning: so I wake up in the morning to my cell phone buzzing under my head. I check my text messages (of drunk friends who texted me sometime while I was sleeping or of my boss who is ticked that I forgot to do something…one or the other) and go over to my computer. What is it I do at my computer you ask? I open it up and click F12. F12 opens up my widgets. I look at my weather widget to see what the weather is and based upon the weather outside at that moment, according to my widget, across the room from my bed AND window—I pick out my clothes.

The semester is a few weeks away from being done. Ask me what I am doing next hour on any given day…and what do I do? Take out my palm and check. I don’t know what I’m doing, my palm pilot does.

If you take away a microwave from my apartment, my food intake will be reduced by 2/3.

I don't get girls' numbers...I Facebook them.

Thanks to i-tunes and Pandora, I don’t even remember what CDs looked like and I use records as decoration (because I got 30 of them for free and don’t know what else to do with them).

If you slipped my mp3 player into my drink, I’d ingest it without even knowing becuase it is so tiny.

I watch movies on my laptop and had to look up what those rattly black things are called (according to wikipedia, at least, they’re called VHS).

If my battery on my car remote died, I would lose my car daily.

I don’t own a pencil. I don’t use pens. Why would I when I have a computer?

ASL means age/sex/location.

I’ve gone 1 day without checking my email in over 2 years.

Each new day brings with it sunshine that shines through my window on my empty bed. I don’t need a window anymore. I have technology.

Hello world, I am the rising generation.

Lost Generation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA

I saw this video about a month or two ago and thought it was pretty sweet. check it out.

I met another one...

I met another one: a buddy of mine who is having a kid...like a legit baby. A zygote that splits again and again forming the being that has been called human.

Man, what is up with all of these people having kids? the weather gets nice, and all of a sudden everyone is having a baby (although, if i can recall from my health classes, it correlates more with the winter than the spring)! I can't even get a second date and yet everyone else seems to be having second children. It is just crazy.

That's all i have to say.

Well, I hope all of you beautiful people are having a beautiful day--as to the rest of you...well, don't worry; there's always blogging.

Will I Give Up Blogging...?

On february 18th, 2009 Anonymous said...

"time to give up blogging"

Ah, thank you "Anonymous"! I was about to because i couldn't not find a random entry in my 'notes to self' or my 'captain's log' that was palatable to write about. But now you have given me just the thing.

Blogging.

Yes, the time to give up blogging is before you start--once you do, you simply can't stop. It would be unethical! Neigh to blasphemy. Blogging is a technological expression of the soul (or lack thereof). I appreciate a meaningless post just as well as a postless meaning (don't think too hard about that one).
So you you bloggers out there, Blog On my friends! In these last 20 days of silence, life has passed me by, moments uncaptured by the rapture of a blog with shotty content. Never again, I declare!
My blog is my territory and my mark of individuality and no one, not even you Anonymous can silence the fingers of a man with too many opinions for his own good. I shall tread into the depths of nonsense, I shall sing on the mountains of whimsicallity, I shall flirt with the crevasses of made up words and I shall proudly reform to no comment made by Anonymous.
Time to give up blogging?
HA!
I'd sooner give up my subscription to Harper's Bazaar (and ya...not doing that).