yo, this shizzle is on fo realz now foo.

one more month down the drain, and the school is steadily approaching. excited to be able to finally do shit i enjoy, and yet wary because living right now is like living in a dream like state. days and weeks blur together and there isn’t really any time frame, only events that have happened this summer. which isn’t a bad thing at all. auto pilot is very nice, and very little thought is required.

and in that sense i don’t really have much to talk about. i mean i haven’t really been activly thinking and hence i don’t have anything deep and thought provoking to lay down here. the mere fact that i keep reading this summer is the only thing that keeps me verbose. on that note, if anyone of ya’ll reading this hasn’t even thought of the chronicles of narnia since like 3rd grade (much like myself) it’s an awesome read. despite the heavily lain into themes of god (it is C.S. Lewis, of course) it’s just like reading harry potter. it’s light, easy, and goes at a good pace. there’s my plug for the evening, thank you very much.

so basically mall society is one of the funniest things ever. everyone who is there is pretty much a part of a living breathing organisim. the movie theater is like a seperate cell of the mall, but if you wander in a little bit you see the grittiness. you see high school girls all skanked out and you see all the little high school guys all thugged out. these two types do complicated ritualistic dance of mating (apparently kids are pretty much having sex as soon as they get to junior high) but there’s all sort6s of lewd remarks made about various body parts by the guys, followed by mindless giggling from the girls. i see this all the time when i’m in front of the mall cause i can’t stand to really be inside in the mall anymore than i have too, especially now that the weather is nice. but shit, sitting around the front, you see all the homies rolling by, blasting the latest hit from fifty cent or p diddy, or some other terrible rapper, and all sorts of 14 years olds sitting out front talking about the stuff they stole from the bon, and how they need to sell that shit so they can get some beer and get fucked up, and then fuck some hos.

this is just scratching the surface, i really think i need to do an in depth research project about the mall society, i mean mallrats is a fine representation, but it glorifies it. it’s time to get to the seedy underbelly of the matter, with no holds barred. adam and i were sitting out front a couple of days ago, and he made a comment to some effect of “man, imagine if i was fighting overseas and dying….for this.” and that was one of the funniest things i had heard in awhile. our country is just so incredibly rediculous, that i feel honored to be a part of it. the mall is a ghetto, an uirban sprawl of the worst parts of consumer life, all packed into 4 or 5 acres of pavement. it’s funny because it’s exactly what we’re preserving, not our rights or freedom in a way we want to express them, but as a way to live our lives of luxury. granted not everyone has it as easy as i do in this world (and i think i have it damn easy) i mean, i got all my limbs, i never want for anything i need to survive, i have family and friends, and i’m the healthiest i’ve ever been. no shit i’m lucky, and damn happy about it. but i mean, people fighting overseas aren’t fighting to preserve the ghetto, they’re fighting to preserve my upper middle class lifestyle. and i don’t deserve it, and that black hole of americana (the mall) sure as hell doesn’t either. but when it comes down to arbitrary arguments, who really does? i don’t deserve to be protected by other people, just as they don’t deserve to be protected by me. but it’s what holds this country (and the world i suppose) together. everyone has to band together to stay alive and produce the lifestyle that some people live in. not everyone can enjoy it, but i’m sure as hell not going to take it for granted. i love my life beacuse i am alive, and well, and that’s all i can ask for right?

hahaha, speaking of living, it’s time to take my bike out and go hardcore with my friends, and i know it will be rad