meaningless babble May 13, 2008

my family, i think, is slightly insane. at times, i can’t stand my brother. he’s reached those teenage years where it is absolutely vital to develop an attitude. if you comment on something he’ll have a sarcastic rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. i wish i could throttle him. i’ve tried, believe me. but he’s about six foot. or maybe a bit taller. so it doesn’t do any good. but then there are other times when he makes me laugh and he’s fun to be around. a few years ago he taught me to tango. of course i couldn’t do it now but still…

my sister is the same way. at times we get along great. we go to movies, go shopping, go to the library. other times, we are at each other necks fighting like a couple of cats.

oh, well. i guess in a couple of years when i leave for a different college things will change. or not. maybe they realize they miss me. or maybe how much fun they have without me. who’s to say?

i read a book about a blogger. she was anonymous but then the news read her blog to the world. it was funny because her blog was about cubicle mate who liked her. she liked him too. she thought he didn’t know it was about him, but it turned out he had known all along. it was an interesting read.

i’ve never worked in a cubicle. i don’t think i would mind really. it would be kind of fun to personalize it. and if i liked the job and the people then i would be a part of the thirty percent of people who actually like their jobs. at least i think it’s thirty.

some guy once wrote a song. it had something to do with young people not having the power to change the world. i don’t believe  that. if i don’t have the power to change the world now, while i am young, when will i? think about. when a communist regime takes over a country the first place they destroy are the universities. why? because the young people there have brilliant minds and ideas. i can’t change the whole world. no one can do that by themselves. but i can change my world. the people around me, the environment around me.whoever wrote that song didn’t know what he was saying.