It’s all most summer. My God, it’s all most summer.
I feel there are several things I must explain about myself.
You may have noticed that how I spell words is a bit unorthodox… At least to this period. The reason? I personally detest compound words. English is complex as it is all ready! Must we go further and confuse people with the word “throughout” and the little hyphens we see in words here and there? Of course, that is my opinion. I’ve all ways been a bit of a purist… I wonder if other languages have this problem?
The other thing I must explain about myself is that I, as every person who has used the Internet, have several different aliases. I’m not entirely sure why I feel like I must confess to this… But by now, you understand that the Internet has changed humanity for ever, yes? Freedom, freedom! Except for our IP addresses and what ever personal details we reveal about ourselves, we can be any one at any time at our wish. As customary, I have lied about my age. Another thing I have lied about is my sex. Though… I guess it really isn’t a lie. Ach, society has such rigid definitions of what a man or a woman is! Sure, it’s not so rigid as it was before, but still… Biologically, I am female. But I feel nothing like I think most other females do, other than attraction to the opposite sex. But of course, I am bisexual… Not that I chose! Many people in this day and age say you can choose who to fall in love with. I think that is dead wrong. You can choose who to marry, who to make love to, but you can never choose to fall in love. If that were true, I would’ve fallen in love with myself a long time ago and gotten it over with.
Bah. Some day, if humanity survives long enough… Some day humans will look back, and think, “How barbaric! Were people that ignorant and stupid? How is it possible?” We look at racism like that, but even so, it’s still here. Posterity may think itself to be innately superior, but it is my opinion that a human is a human. Any human, even psychopaths, at least have the capacity to dislike. I don’t think psychopaths dwell too much on it, is all. The foundation of the future is the past…
Tomorrow. It’s the end of school. The end of school! I’m worried about finishing up my algebra, though. I have three weeks of work left and only this one day.
I won’t be getting any sleep today.
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