Alas--my dilemma

Hello everyone. It's been awhile since I last posted here. Been dealing with school and the insatiable and irresistable laziness associated with summer. It's been a balmy 105+ degrees here in Arizona, and with the heat as soul-crushingly bad as it is, I find it quite displeasing to go outside, as sweating in so dry a climate makes me dehydrated quite swiftly.

As for other news...well, there isn't much worth reporting to the vast public eye of the family at large. I'm alive and well. My health is (hopefully) decent, and despite a need to get more exercise, I'm doing well enough.

College life is a bit...barren at times, akin to a dystopia, where the once marvelous and enchanting artifacts of a futuristic world no longer hold sway over me, and my sole entertainment lies in the sad, labyrinthine passages of the World Wide Web, where Wikipedia and Youtube offer fleeting glimpses into a larger, more entertaining world. A brief escape from the monotony of existence, where I may, as many have, enjoy seeing the results of men applying Mentos to Diet Coke, British Television, clips from popular cartoon shows, and additionally learn all about the likes of Truman Capote, Jainism, Hinduism, To Kill a Mocking Bird, Audrey Hepburn, and throat cancer, all in one convieniant location. Indeed, with the Internet riding high as the world's number one communication medium, there's nothing better to distract one from the woes and miseries of the outside world, where things such as heat and car exhaust choke at the body and spirit, much like a suffocating blanket stitched in the promises of progress and manifest destiny.

While I hold onto my sanity with steady hands, I can't help but panic in my own silent, frantic manner as responsibility and education break into my seclusion, pulling me away from my networked nest of necessary nuance, demanding that I step outside and embrace this burning, unapologetic world. So, with a heart heavy and eyes bleary from a lack of sleep and poor diet, I trudge sadly the short, but arduous distance from my apartment complex to the classrooms, where I will sit idly by a computer, typing notes with the speed of a secretary, finding that paying attention to the words spoken is almost optional, as my body can work on automatic, and my mind can operate at the speed of light, distancing itself from the tedium of school, life and learning, casting itself adrift across the vast seas of dream and fancy, imagining worlds far better than this, carving monuments and histories out of thin air, and splattering this worlds, like paint upon a canvas, unto the fabric of my inner conscience, where in the privacy of my own thoughts, I can bask in my creations for as long as I like, soaking in the infinite flavors that only the imagination can produce, and when I walk out of that classroom, shouldering textbook laden bag carefully, I can stare out at the even, unchanging stone and steel and glass world around me, and in my mind's eye it changes, twisting into something more beautiful and yet far more terrible than anything reality could possibly produce, and in the nightmares of my sweetest dreams I set forth upon my journey home, the hateful sun casting deadly hubris upon my weak and feeble body, draining away the comforting worlds of imagination and dream from my pleading, panicking mind, and when I do return to my air-conditioned apartment, I find my thoughts and ideas have left me, have been burnt to cinders in my mind by the harshness of the world outside, and sitting upon my unkempt bed, I look back to the computer at my side, where once I did cast my dreamworlds into written form, breathing life into them like the great literary authors of old, and instead of opening my tired and broken word processor to pain this dreams anew; instead of opening the college's website, where I may begin my arduous and doldrum homework, so mind-numbing that to compare its effects upon my soul to anything less than a heroin needle dipped in cyanide would be a disservice to its unflinching tedium, I open my internet browser, and click.

And that, my friends, is when the internet takes hold once more, delighting me in an artificial dream, abstract and foreign, yet comforting in its petty, shallow delights, and there I sulk, melting away into the primordial pool of networked communication, where I lose my self, my mind and my spirit, to an ever flowing stream of noise, discord, and madness.