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Mar. 25th, 2004
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Mar. 25th, 2004 10:35 pmDoing this computer subject made me realise just how much value I place in computers.
I love them because they amuse me, they keep me connected to tons of *wonderful* friends, and they're just generally fun to play around with. And I do enjoy coding and the creativity it allows me with pictures, etc. I love that I can manipulate an image into something beautiful. I love that I can go online and know that someone will be happy to see me. I love that people can express themselves in ways they couldn't in real life.
But when it comes to my friends and life? Doesn't stand a chance. I have no passion at all for them. I have passion for my friends, and all the things mentioned above, and I love pulling them apart and fiddling, but the computer and the stress that goes with it really don't excite a passion within me.
I love english. I love falling inside a good book, I love reading Shakespeare and decoding it in my head, I love analysing what someone meant by a word or a paragraph. Even reading that pointless book - I hated it, but I loved it. I can't tell you why, but I did. I love writing and reading poetry, I love creating a character, and seeing how others interpret it. I love seeing how someone reacts to a certain word, work or poem, the emotions that a single sentence can invoke.
*sigh* God, why am I doing this subject?
I love them because they amuse me, they keep me connected to tons of *wonderful* friends, and they're just generally fun to play around with. And I do enjoy coding and the creativity it allows me with pictures, etc. I love that I can manipulate an image into something beautiful. I love that I can go online and know that someone will be happy to see me. I love that people can express themselves in ways they couldn't in real life.
But when it comes to my friends and life? Doesn't stand a chance. I have no passion at all for them. I have passion for my friends, and all the things mentioned above, and I love pulling them apart and fiddling, but the computer and the stress that goes with it really don't excite a passion within me.
I love english. I love falling inside a good book, I love reading Shakespeare and decoding it in my head, I love analysing what someone meant by a word or a paragraph. Even reading that pointless book - I hated it, but I loved it. I can't tell you why, but I did. I love writing and reading poetry, I love creating a character, and seeing how others interpret it. I love seeing how someone reacts to a certain word, work or poem, the emotions that a single sentence can invoke.
*sigh* God, why am I doing this subject?
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aussie_mel
Mar. 25th, 2004 10:37 pmThis is great - so true. *sighs*
Common Sense is Dead
"Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend by the name of Common Sense who has been with us for many years. No-one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in and out of the rain, why the early bird catches the worm, and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were put in place.
Reports of a 6 year old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, for which only worsened the student's condition. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student, but couldn't inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realise that a steaming cup of coffee was hot - she spilled a bit in her lap and was awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers - My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because few realised he was gone. If you still know him, pass this on, if not join the majority and do nothing. We can all relate to the death of Common Sense. As I always say, the problem with common sense is that it is NOT common.
Common Sense is Dead
"Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend by the name of Common Sense who has been with us for many years. No-one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in and out of the rain, why the early bird catches the worm, and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were put in place.
Reports of a 6 year old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, for which only worsened the student's condition. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student, but couldn't inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realise that a steaming cup of coffee was hot - she spilled a bit in her lap and was awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers - My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because few realised he was gone. If you still know him, pass this on, if not join the majority and do nothing. We can all relate to the death of Common Sense. As I always say, the problem with common sense is that it is NOT common.
