Come, my charger, come come, my charger, you're my butterfly, sugar, BABY.

WOW. I hate losing things. I think I finally found what I do that isn't mediated. You know, that little quirk or habit that you don't do from example of seeing other people do it.

When I lose things, I go into a rage. I don't mean I get mad, I mean a full out BERSERKER RAGE.

Why, Max? Or, How is that not mediated? (you may be asking yourself.)

WELL, I don't care who is around, I will literally break things, throw things, BITE things. I actually bit my computer mouse one time.

IT REALLY ANGERS ME WHEN I CAN'T FIND SOMETHING. you have NO idea. Because I should know where it is, yet it escapes me.



That's kind of it.

K


BYE.

GIMME GIMME MORE.

Alas, I have chosen the title of this blog to match that of Britney's latest hit. Know why? I'm BORED.

As you can see in my RtM teacher's blog, the author of Mediated, Thomas de Zengotita(cool right?), discusses the amount of choices we have and how they create a disconnect between us and what we choose. Since we have so many options, if one gets boring, then we can go straight to the next one.

THIS IS MY DILEMMA THOUGH:

I know I have tons of options of things to do right now: watch TV, check the facebook, check the myspace, do my homework, listen to the iPod, read a book, reread a book, call a friend, play a video game, play solitaire, work out, etc...

ALL THOSE CHOICES, BUT I AM STILL BORED!

HOW SHOULD THAT BE POSSIBLE?!?!

Have I really done what de Zengotita described, and only "skimmed the surface" of all of those options and moved on to the point of no more choices? Or should I choose what seems a mediocre activity now and see if I appreciate it more?

Who knows? ME. THAT'S WHO. (not really though, but seriously, kidding)

CONFUSED? YEAH, WELL I'M STILL PRETTY BORED SO GET OVER YOURSELF...


RA RA RASPUTIN! (i love that song (I'm listening to it now))

Wow, that ^^^ in itself is a statement, I now have to combine two options(blogging and listening to music) into one just to keep satisfied. I'm closing the walls. I am Mildred. FIRE!

THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH. OR IS IT NOT THAT MUCH??

Oh well, whether or not my life is empty and shallow...

Like i said before, I am a "Meaty-Ate-It" person...

Peace OUT.

Max...




P.S. I freakin love spell check...(otherwise you wouldn't understand half of this blog... haha)

Before I continue...

Hey, so I'll just clarify that Meaty isn't always a bad thing.

Meaty has created things that are very beneficial to society(YOU AND ME!).

For example, if Meaty didn't exist, you wouldn't be reading this right now. Without Meaty, we probably wouldn't be as technologically developed. Without Meaty, we probably wouldn't know how to cook toaster strudel!!! GAHHHHHHHH. Ok, maybe that was overdoing it, but seriously without Meaty we wouldn't be able to communicate with distant relatives, or know about current events.

WE NEED MEATY JUST LIKE MEATY NEEDS US.

HOORAY FOR DEPENDENCE!!!

Lets meet Meaty

So....in my Reading the Media class i have come to understand that there is a little(gigantic) monster that eats everything around us and poops it out into what we see. What is the name of this monster? MEATY.

Who is Meaty? Why do we take all of meaty's crap? Well, its sad, but we can't help it.

Lets take television for example. TV, one of the greatest inventions for meaty, is everything from entertainment, to religion, to politics(shout out to Bill O'Reily....HA). A person could literally never meet a real person, instead sit on a couch for years and watch tv and know how to interact in the real world without any problems(except the whole walking around thing). It is sad because everything we see has a filter, in other words, MEATY ATE IT.

Your jokes? Meaty ate it.
Your style? Meaty ate it.
Your laugh? chances are, MEATY ATE IT!

How can meaty eat so much and not get indigestion? Well, in fact, i do think that there are some things that result from meaty's over eating. In my Reading The Media class, for example, we recognize that meaty is simply gorging himself on us and our lives. The fact that we acknowledge meaty makes him spit us up a little.

Ok, now we have made it from being in the bubbling pits of meaty's stomach to slightly masticated semi-barf in the back of meaty's throat. Gross right? RIGHT. But hooray! We are only sort of a "Meaty-At-It" person!!! WOO! (oh and if you haven't caught on, "meaty-ate-it" is a play on words that really means "mediated", up to speed? cool)

K, lost my train of thought. I'll write again when i am more focused! See you then...