Dude, your car is like totally just over there.

I feel resigned to fate. This is not a good feeling, nor one I would wish apon anyone. It is the feeling one gets when one feels like one is being led to the proverbial slaughter. There are two many one's here. I laught at my own pitiful wordplay and continue. Forescore and ten years ago, which is a lie, I felt a disturbance in the force. It was a tiny thing that usually would go unnoticed except I was feeling a tad daring so persued it doggedly through the many machinations of my somewhat turbid mind to finally wrest it from itself and therein beheld a sort of ecliptic form of rapture, like that of Rapture, City Of from Bioshock. Dude, what are you on about?!
Well, Gentle Reader, if you are out there perusing this, I have decided to do something. I have decided to return to study of a sort as of next year. This of course means that between then and now I shall inevitably forget or change my mind or something equally annoyingly counterproductive but for now I remain resolute that I shall become a teacher. So ha.

I feel there is something needlessly horrific in the fatality of the human race. We exist because we do, we compulsively consume because we are told to. We are kept in a state of fear so that governments and big bussinesses can proffit. Many of us know this, yet do nothing about it, shouting "But I am only ONE!" what can I do? What can I do. Not the answer I was looking for mate, try again.

What can I do?
Try harder.


What could I do.

Now that's more like it. Ask yourself that and we'll see how things progress. I, of course, will not be asking myself that question, for I am happy in my feined ignorance. What could I do? A lot. But I wont, for I am weak. for i am but one. for i look for excuses, as i have been taught, so i wont compromise the happy happy lives of those around me by showing them the faults in society THEY ALREAY KNOW ARE THERE... Dr horrible is right, we are slipping.