Short carefully written paragaph

So I decided to try some academic writing, you know, 'cause that's a blast, right? Anyways, I wrote one short paragraph that explains one reason why I think a hand-written letter is more human than a printed letter or an email. Obviously, it's meant to be a piece of an entire essay on the subject, but just observe this piece and maybe you'll learn a little bit about how my

Value

Boy oh boy, I need some value in my life. I need something that's worth living for. The position I'm in right now could either appear as a blessing or a curse depending on how I look at it. I constantly need to be doing something, or I'll slip into some eery state of depression that tries its hardest to suck the life out of me at a slow and agonizing pace, so watching things

Nietzsche time has minded medics madly

I read some random Nietzsche tonight, "The Problem of Socrates." Twas interesting enough. I learned some stuff about the early Greeks that I didn't know. They apparently, at least in the context of Nietzsche rhetoric, prized beauty as the most important achievement above all else, which made them throw rationality out the window. Or perhaps rationality hadn't been invented

Shneva ent Byrn is popluar in Germany?

In a day, my site hits for Shneva ent Byrn rose to nearly a hundred, and that's a lot to me. I wonder what did it? Maybe German people like stuff like that. Anyways, that made me happy, so, yeah. I'm feeling pretty good right now. How are you? Are you having fun, yet? Did you do any of the exercises I told you about? I knew you would, oh faithful readers. And, that's the end.

Another way to think metaphorically, or at least to think.

Imagine yourself as an object that you examine and ask yourself, in that position, what do you want? What is your job? What is your purpose? What is your greatest desire? How do you see the things you interact with? For instance, if you picture yourself as, say, a candy bar, you may come up with answers like, "My goal is to be eaten," or "I want to be infected by fungus spores,"

Wow.

I feel really inspired right now. Isn't that odd? I feel like I can do anything I want to do. This is great. I hope you readers feel that way too. If you don't, here's some advice (in many different [well probably one considering how upety I am right now] quotations):

Metaphors

I just realized how much I love metaphors and thinking metaphorically. What's really special about this type of thinking is that it makes you observe things from as many perspectives as possible. Wait, first I should explain what metaphorical thinking is. Basically, in a nutshell, it's trying to come up with comparisons of every object around you with different objects, places or people. For example, if I could try comparing a person to a chair as far as his or her personality goes.

Must keep sane!

Ya, this is another one of those times when I just keep typing until I get back to calmness. I need to think of what the world looks like from space, so I can understand what it would be like to live on mars. You know the martians, they're so racist against those saturnians; last time I saw a whole bunch of them beating each other up for no apparent reason.

Yikes yikes yikes.

I have to do something or I'll end up not wanting to do anything but linger in the bowels of life itself. Motivation again is a very elusive item that one must have in order to do anything. Most people can get motivated to do something really easily, but there are some people, and I think I fit in this category right now, who, for one reason or another, have no way to motivate themselves. Being one of these people, let me explain my personal dilemma, in a very vague manner of course:

WHY AM I SO UNDRIVEN?!

Dammit dammit dammit! What the hell is going on in my head!? I feel like doing nothing! It sucks; it really really really sucks. I need to be inspired. Why is this stupid fucking demon stealing away every ounce of happiness I can bring out from my store? Why do I have a freaking store and not a factory is a better question, I suppose. Man, I'm so afraid right now. I'm all shaky and shaky because I really feel like an irresistible force is pulling my brain to a place of sadness and boring. I need to get out of this right now, so until I'm awake from this nightmare, I'll keep typing.

Work vs not work.

Am I impatient, or are the techniques I've conceived and believed missing something? This question has been attacking me recently and I can't seem to find the answer, although the latter seems to be a good contender in my current state of mind.

Quiet Headache

My head hurts, but it's really hard to notice it hurting. It's kind of like a mellow headache that seems to subtly occupy my head while I'm not concentrating on it, which makes it difficult for me to use my brain because it makes everything seem clustered and messed up and un-orderly.

Oops, I skipped a day.

Well, that's dumb now isn't it. I skipped a day of posting, and I was such a roll. Oh well. Unsurprisingly, that is all I have to say right now. What else could I possibly want to say? There's nothing. I really have to get to work anyways. You've got to go dig those holes.

Roads

Okay, so this is gonna be a pretty quick blog since nothing especially interesting happened to me today, so bear with me, or actually it shouldn't be too hard to do that, 'cause this blog is gonna be short, right? Right. I know that I'm right. Lets go.

Okay, so today I have felt pretty good so far, but the good feeling seems to be dropping slightly at the moment, so I'm hoping that writing this post will somehow bring me back up to goodness again. I really don't know what I want to talk about. What is there to talk about? Art? I suppose I did take a little look at art sites recently, but not for the sake of art, more for the sake of the actual design of the websites.

Motivation Droppage

I really really don't feel like writing a blog today, which means that I actually really really do feel like doing it, so be prepared to be amazed at how motivated I can make myself by simply writing the way I feel right now as if I felt like a hero of the world that had no troubles whatsoever.