Well, today was a different beast than yesterday (although I suppose it's technically yesterday now and the yesterday I'm referring to in the sentence is two days ago, if you're into that chronological correctness thing). Friday, I sat at the computer all day. So today (again, technically yesterday, but it shall henceforth be known as today as the time is just past midnight and periods of wakefulness are more accurate and mentally pleasing than conforming to "The Man's" view of when a day should end and begin!)...ANYWAY, today I thought to myself "Self, this sort of attitude and sedentary lifestyle is not going to in any way help you take over the world! You see, by using the computer I'm placing the burden of entertainment partially on myself. Thus, I feel pressured to find something for me to do. However, there is something very near and dear to your chewed up brain that can make entertainment a matter of merely finding the right buttons to press. No, it's not your computer. Similiar, but less buttons and less often." And By George was I right!
So today I moved the 5seconds from the computer and returned to my room where I watched that master of cinematic repetitive and predicatablecalititude (if it's not a word, we both know it should be!) the Western! Yes, the Western is indeed a strange little thing. Every different version usually has roughly the same storyline, begins, middles, and ends the same way, and often has the same people. Now, it can of course be argued that this is an affliction of praticularly every generality of art, from fantasy to science fiction to romance to, well, anything. When you get down to the bare essentials, most anything follows the same pattern. But that point aside, it was actually rather refreshing! It's almost comforting, that you know good shall triumph over evil, even if it is all fake and mumbo jumbo.
So I watched two Westerns which I personally found entertaining and enjoyable. I followed this by 2hours of Sanford and Son I'd had recorded from awhile ago. But that's not the worst part! So I get to thinking "Gee Dylan, you've got all this time on your hands, why not do your Chemistry homework you were supposed to have done Thursday night!" So I did indeed stop procrastinating and finish something AHEAD of schedule. Now, I'm as shocked as you are, but it still gets worse! So I start my Chemistry and come upon on a shocking revelation. This isn't Chemistry, it's Algebra in disguise! And since I actually find Algebra enjoyable, I enjoyed doing some Chemistry! Now, trust me, this is a pretty big accomplishment. Chemistry is often the lowest of lows one can go in the grand scope of homework, rivaled only by the research paper and perhaps forced artistic projects. Surely I jest, but you get the point nonetheless.
Now, all of this may seem trivially insiginificant to you, but really, it's quite uplifting! I suppose it's because on Saturdays, a downward decent into Television doesn't seem as much like the crippling apathy vortexes that occur on school nights. I think it's because the Saturday version is more of a "Time to relax and let all my pointless burdens slip away. Oh look, a cartoon bunny! Lets all titter madly!" And titter we did. All the way to the bank.
And on that note, I suppose I must bid you adieu. Or perhaps I'll bid you $5. DoIhear6dolladolladolla7!CanIgeta8dolladolla9from the gentelman in the back with the paddle that looks remarkebly like an armed javelin launcher! Anywho, Goodnight, Goodmorning, or GoodWhatevertimeofdayoryesterdayortomorrowthatyou'rereadingthis. Until next time....
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