Drones

There is a difference between work you choose to do and work that is given to you. The difference comes down to perspective. If you choose to do something to your best potential, then there is a good chance that what you are doing will be something exceptional and in some cases inspirational.

This is also where you become a free mind or a drone. No this is not a Matrix posting, but it sure feels like there should be something more that is happening with school. Right now, I am nothing more than a key punching, mouse clicking, article writing, electrical fed drone of my school work.

I work on stories and in some cases I can't find the proper words to write, but they just flow from my journalist subconscious. My fingers keep tapping and like at this moment, there is no real purpose to my writing, only to achieve a purpose. That purpose? Pure output... like a drone. I keep typing, joking at the minuscule numbers of faithful readers open up the newspaper looking for what I have written. My girlfriend does, but my friends? room mates? classmates? Nope. Ask anyone other than a select few which stories I have written and you will find a blank answer.


I like to think that the things I write reach people and that people care, but it is hard to say that they do. In this fast paced, mind-numbing world that we live in, I can truly say that my voice is limited in an attempt to reach many. I used to think that people read the newspaper, but write a column about a controversial issue and put your picture next to it.

I sat next to two people discussing what I wrote, and even though my picture was right there and I was sitting right in front of them, they didn't notice. Arguing and agreeing with the same points that I made.

I used to think that people read what you write and never looked at photos, but then I thought it as that no one read at that everyone looked at photos. Now I just assume that no one even cares. People look at headlines and discuss their opinions based on what it says, screw reading, that is for grade schoolers who need to learn.

So I will keep typing and speaking my mind for everyone to hear, and if you choose to listen then that is your choice, if you choose to read my headlines and guess about what I am saying, then that is your choice too. Either way I will keep typing, writing. Endlessly, mindlessly... like a drone.

The Feel Good Drag

After last night's three hours of sleep, I couldn't feel any worse. I am trying not to get sick with my two room mates showing signs of the flu and I almost pull an all nighter in the name of procrastination.

What is it this time you may ask? It was a five-page report for my history class. My topic; the Industrial Revolution in Great Brittan, mainly how it pertains to the development of the steam engine. Basically in five pages I drug out my topic and how the benefits of the revolution aided Great Brittan in expanding its empire so that "The sun would never set on British conquered land." It isn't a quote by anyone, but I assume that someone important probably said that at some point in time.

After six hours of pain of writing my outline and finding quotes and credible sources to cite, I took a break. To do what? I started something I had done since two glorious years ago in the height of my video game juncture. Play Metal Gear Solid: Snake Eater.

Sure I have beaten it, but there was more that had to be done. Any gamer could beat this game on Hard in under 11 hours of play time, but I wanted to get the stealth camouflage. I set out to shoot all the frogs in the game.

I have to go back to writing my paper, but I will keep you posted on the genocide of Kermit the Frog and his best friends. I will try to go home and finish off the vermin before I go to bed. Maybe I will get lucky and have hit them all.