Some random thoughts...again

Every once in a while I like to move away from repeating stories that most people already know, and I like to touch on whatever topics have crossed my mind recently. One such topic was just mentioned, so here goes.

A relatively drunk (although most certainly denied on her part) Lauren recently harped on me for writing a blog about my witnessing a dead body. While I could understand this disapproval on moral grounds, her main reasoning seemed to be that she didn't really enjoy reading about a story she had already heard. I understand that this is a fundamental problem with the blog, but not one that has not been considered. From my perspective there are many reasons to do this, the first and foremost that many of my friends from high school read this and they rather enjoy it hearing how my life is going as I do not talk to them as regularly as I do my friends in Ann Arbor. Also, I really enjoying keeping up with writing about events from my life as I know that one day when I write anything of any real significance to me I will be drawing from these very events. Thirdly, it's just plain and simple good practice for an untrained writer like myself.

Facebook is one hell of a phenomenon. How many of you all have friends on the facebook that you have never even met? I have tons. Most of them are from my high school, and they simply want to create some form of solidarity by linking themselves to every other person from their small community. A couple though are completely random friends that every time I see them show up on my top 6 I wonder what the hell happened. I have a couple friends named Seaman or some very close variation because one day I decided it would be interesting to see who else at this school endured the same jokes that I still do. I even have a friend on here that I saw compete on The Price is Right when she was in LA during her spring break. She made some terrible decisions and Shea cajoled me to message her on facebook admonishing her for her poor shopping sense. I did - and she rewarded me with a friend request. Another girl on there friended me because she said that she thought us "hot engineers" needed to stick together. Thanks I guess, but I am still yet to have any conversation with her (and she wasn't even really all that hot). Another girl from Eastern Michigan of all places friended me saying that she thought I looked like a cool guy to hang out with from my profile and that I could write her back if I wanted to meet her. She looked pretty cute actually, but any girl who thinks I look cool from my profile hasn't read it. It's completely retarded! Look at it, even my wall postings are pathetic. Like three of them are typing characters in the form of a (supposedly gay) man masturbating. That's not very cool. I don't even have any music listed that I listen to, and my favorite books are all non-fiction (and one is about theoretical physics). Completely lame.

While I'm on the subject, don't anyone out there read this and say, "Is this guy some kind of facebook stalker?" You all know that if somebody knew all the people that you've looked up for random reasons on facebook that you'd look more hopeless than a journalist looking for an insightful quote in a Paris Hilton interview. The anonymous searching is often the very fun of the site, not its flaw. Oddly enough I can't even begin to tell you how many people I've actually recognized in real life from merely looking through pictures bored. Weird? No, not even maybe, it's what makes the thing so addicting. The relatively small degrees of separation on campus are typically mind blowing. So please just enjoy and take pride in being a glorified stalker.

It's beginning to get a little late, so I might have to finish this off a little more abruptly than I had planned. Let me leave you by saying that I hope to have watched numerous oscar quality pictures in the next couple of weeks, so be looking for some reviews. Also, for reasons bordering on a stream of consciousness rampage, I have a strong desire to write a blog about my all-time favorite race horse, Secretariat. Yes, I have a favorite race horse. No, I don't expect anybody to actually read that entry, but I think you might enjoy it if you do. Alright children, have a great night/day, and good luck.