I just don't get it

One thing I've never understood: How do people have the time or the motivation to write blog posts as often as some do? I'm not even talking about sites like engadget or blogs with a staff. I'm talking about the "mommy-bloggers" and self-proclaimed political experts that blog daily. For some it seems a pretty time-consuming pastime. It also makes me feel woefully incompetent, 'cause I can't even remember when or what about I posted last. I think I suck at blogging. But that's not the point right now.

Some people have managed to dupe the right folks into thinking they're worth some money and make a living from blogging. It makes sense, as where people are interested on the internet, there's a way to make money. But seriously, what kind of job satisfaction can that give, when hardly anyone actually cares if you write or not, thanks to all the people that would jump to replace you?

And for all those who just blog to tell the world how great their kid is: No one cares. If I wanted to know what it's like to have a child, I'd ask my parents or the people I know with kids. If anyone does care about your kid, their opinion's not worth it anyway. Seriously, quit wasting your time blogging and take care of your kid.

And all the politics bloggers out there, with the exception of a select few, are trash. They're either stoic right-wingers with no clue, or they're sheep of left-wingers with no clue. Their blindness to the opposite side is the biggest common factor between them.

While my blogging is hardly worthwhile, I won't lie or disillusion myself about why I do it. I write here because I like the idea of being heard by other people. I like imagining they think I'm smart or insightful, because that is how I see myself. Finally, the relative anonymity appeals to me.

And seriously, I am pretty smart and insightful. Period.

Birthdays

I know I'm not saying anything life-altering here, but birthdays kind of suck past 14 or so. Disillusionment becomes the name of the game. You come up on your birthday, and you expect to hit the day just like you used to when you were younger.

I bet it's because we all lose our sense of wonder. I am of the opinion that I have held mine better than most, but it just doesn't impress me when anyone remembers my birthday anymore. It doesn't feel like my day any longer. Really depressing, really.

Heehee. It was just my birthday. Nothing happened. I hated it. Funny, eh? I expected the world to acknowledge me, before I realized that I am actually worthless in the grand scheme of things. I'm realizing that I'm actually okay with that. I can die without a legacy, and I'll still die happy (Hopefully).

My roommate explained to me once why he's in the military: he needs to have a legacy. He's in the military to become some kind of war hero. Not just any war hero, either. I'm talking hand-in-his-shirt Napoleon style, here. All because he's afraid to die without leaving his mark. Really, I just don't wanna be him.

Ramble Ramble Ramble. Anyway, enough of this emotion stuff. I am done.

If you ever plan on not sleeping, pondering birthdays is a bad idea.

Sleep is overrated...Sorta

My whole life seems to be focusing itself around my extremely irregular sleep schedule. My days start early, which is a bad thing when sleep is so useful. I hate staying up late, tonight being a perfect example. I just have issues actually getting to my bed. Things always seem to get in my way.

Every night is a battle between the midnight snack or last homework problem and the soft feather pillow and warm comforter. The crossfire is just brutal and not a little unpleasant, really. Just watching the clock tick past eleven is physically painful. It's always so hard to get ready for bed and just pass out. It should be easy, but my head works too poorly at night to realize that (This is also a perfect explanation as to why my late-nights blog posts never meet the standard I want them to). I think, or at least I hope, that this struggle doesn't just happen to me.

Is it just me, or is everyone in need of a good 40 winks every now and then? It's a good question to ponder, really. I don't remember going without heavy eyelids for a whole week. The only sincere answer answer to "How are you?" is "Tired." But I guess that's just how it goes. We overload ourselves and then fail to sleep.

Don't get me wrong, lack of sleep can be pretty comical, too. I mean, who's never laughed at somebody sleeping class? How about listening to a groggy person try to carry on a conversation? It's hilarious. Alright, maybe not on the order of Monty Python, but funny nonetheless. Embarrassment is always funny.

The solution? Sleeping pills. Lots and lots of sleeping pills.

I think I'll get in touch with the pharmaceutical companies right away.

Back to the grind

I'll start by saying I love my school. I'm glad I came. It's an amazing experience, and in my opinion, I am so much better off than my friends at other schools. I'm growing and I enjoy the progress.

Anyway, I hate schoolwork. At my school, we have daily homework. It's not something I really expected to get away from after high school, as I never really had a grasp on how simple grading in college was (I said simple, not easy). I'm still up late at night, finishing up my waste-of-time biology homework. I can't wait to get to the papers.

I've already got labs and projects with due dates in the next few weeks. I had a full weekend this past weekend, and got nothing done. I'll probably fall behind pretty soon here.

So I guess I've got to buckle down for another semester and deal with it like I always do: procrastinate! All the grades, but half the fun! Somehow, this method got me a 3.88 last semester, so I guess it'll have to do for another go-round.

At least I get to fly tomorrow.

I wish you could hear me knocking on wood.

The Wright Brothers are my heroes

If anyone has ever flown in anything besides an airliner, they understand a lot about the appeal behind it. To be honest, I haven't really flown that much. On top of that, most (if not all) of my flight hours are in non-powered aircraft. Really, that just means I fly gliders. But I love flying more than just about anything.

That's my point. It doesn't take much to become intoxicated with flying. To hardly be able to look past the next time you fly. To become a greedy person just to get flights before other people. And it's all because the exhilaration of flying, even at 49 knots, is amazing.

The feeling of lifting off the ground in a small plane is many times more fun when in a small aircraft. Then, the freedom of nothing but air around you is ridiculously fun. You are in full control of the craft that keeps you aloft, and there is no feeling like it that I've ever experienced.

Everybody who reads this, even though it's only something like one a day, I strongly recommend you go to some airfield or glider field and spend the money to get some stick time. If gliders or powered aircraft don't really excite you, try skydiving. I've done both, and I like both for pretty much the same reasons. It is very worth it. I have never met a person that ever regretted taking the time to try flying out.

I'm going to fly again pretty soon, and I'm psyched. You couldn't tell, could you?

Seriously, go fly.