Library of State

Today I decided to venture into the city to study as usual on my days off. Today I was adamant not to spend the day shopping so I decided to tell NO ONE i was going to the library ^^. The library was as usual during exam time ; full of students trying to masturbate their way around the last 12 weeks. It was a collision of studious masturbation. Venturing up the stairs to find the last remaining study space in the whole library, I manage to find a spot right next to Ryan; a fellow i'd become well acquainted with the past 12 weeks. Ryan; environmentalist, American, suave and deadly guilty of contracting yellow fever. Today he was in his element. We conversed about my friend Elanors' theory that as a man becomes taller, his attractiveness increases exponentially. I agree with this theory.

Ryan also enlightened me on how Metal Gear Solid is just a plethora of sexual innuendo and how Australias off-flow rate is twice of consumption. As an individual he is very enlightening. Which reminds me of Cye, whom I met on Thursday night at an art opening. Cye was intellectually draining ; one of those 'everyday people' that are seldom met in everyday life. That night I found it hard to breathe. After spending the day studying (or attempting to) to being thrown into a concoction of artist personalities it reminded me of why I was studying engineering and not trying to solve the worlds problems with clay and paint. Other things have been happening as well ; but I can't discuss them, it's against the rules.

This is an edit. I thought of something as I went outside to solace a reason to going outside. I found one in a glass of Fruitopia. I hate hurting animals, directly, personally. This is strange as I claim to not care about animal rights. However, last night I was walking through the dark of my house at midnight and I kicked my dog who was sleeping on the floorboards in the kitchen. He grumbled and walked off. My problem with hurting animals is that they cannot possibly appreciate my attempts at seeking forgiveness, let alone intentions in general. Humans forget, forgive, have mood swings. Animals just see your feet as means of pain. Shouldn't I have a problem with leather and eating every edible animal? I don't know. I suppose I like the idea of lives that definitely have purpose, even if it is a temporary one. Plus it's very much a subjective moral principle, to me. I suppose I wouldn't mind eating human or wearing their skin if I had always been raised as that being the norm. This is all pretty obvious and absurd so I just go do my homework.

"It is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society." J. Krishnamurti (1895-1986)