the internet is boring.  i've seen it all, been anywhere and everywhere, "interacted" with other netizens, all for a complete nothing.  wasted hours of daylight and night that i'll never retrieve, gone.  but i don't know what i would have done with those hours anyway, interacting with people is just as dull and pointless to me.  they all offer about as much interest as my pet hermit crab did when i was a youth.  i need video games to enter my life once again i think.  that way, my time could be effectively wasted by something that offered rewards, was fun to waste time with, and i felt producitve doing it.  upon getting home this summer, i shall reacquaint myself with the playstation and nintendo systems i believe.  back to the internet.  it's a complete piece of garbage, and i am unaware why i spend close to two hours a day on it.  i think just because it's an outlet i can use to express myself easily, in the form of this page.  actually, i've been spending less and less time on the silicon box every day.  reading takes up as much time on certain days.  interesting how interests shift in the course of time. the cold wind of the day cut across my face like fine razors.  lines of redness sliced temporarily into the skin of my head.  cheeks burn, feel overdried, yet are quite fine and content with fluids.  external cells highly irriated due to constant gale force winds.