Yes singular. Now begins the rambling.
Today started out like most days. I woke at sometime, ate food, and then thought of what the fuck I should do. I came to the conclusion that I needed to do the damn laundry, or at least wash my black pants. (Which is all I wear anymore.) After destroying the remnants of my old backpack (taking off the straps) I filled it full of my pants and rode the bloody elevator to the ground floor, or the basement. While waiting for that to finish I studied my Japanese and then tried to read somethings that I'll need to read later anyways. Seeing as the basement is a dead zone for wireless internet (or at least it was then) I watched an episode of "Strawberry Panic!" and then listened to music. To my dismay someone walked in while I was singing "Break Your Heart." She didn't complain, but it felt like she should of.
I eventually went back to studying and listening to music (not singing this time) in the first floor lounge... which is still fucking cold compared to the rest of the damn building. Got hungry, ate food, studied a little more, and once again thought of what the fuck I should do next. The thought ran through my head that I would end up falling asleep if I just tried to study more. This coupled with the thought of getting fat drove me to the SSRC, or whatever that place is called. Admittedly I don't think I'll get fat, but I thought it was better than just falling asleep. I figured that I would see if there was anyone playing volleyball. Luckily there were and they needed someone to even the teams. My teammates were Mitch, Nick, and Rebbecca (she said it a little quietly) and the people on the other team were Tom, Sarah... and I forgot the other two... We played a game (and I sucked compared to them, but I was good enough to at least be of some help) and Tom was showing off when we took a break. If you have ever seen a volleyball game then you know that there are different ways to serve. The most common in the over head. This is were the server throws the ball up and then (kind of like a catapult or a trebuchet) swings their arm up to hit the ball. Tom was doing jump serves... more or less, the server throws the ball up, higher than a normal serve, and runs a few feet and then jumps to hit. The end result appears to be a faster serve, and perhaps one that hurts when intercepted. He did this for a while and then pulled me aside to teach me how to serve a "proper" serve. I've played volleyball and I like it enough to join games (if that wasn't a little bit obvious) but I have never learned how to hit the volleyball right. Usually when I do hit it, it goes into the net or in the bleachers, which of course is out. The way he taught me helped me a shit load. In the later games I got at most seven serves, that were in, in a row. I was happy. We played three games and kept the score for these. Two games of twenty-five and one game of thirty. We swapped a player after the first game and they gained a player after the second one. We still won all three of them though. :) While this was fun and all... I couldn't help but limp a little back to my dorm. Every once in a while I would slide across the floor on my knees... more specifically my left knee. I stopped to look at it and found that I was missing a layer of skin and it was bleeding a little. It is still kind of sore, but it's nothing compared to what I did in the P.E. dodge-ball games.
As I said, I kind of limped back to my dorm. I then took a shower and got on AA. I went through and looked at the recent uploads. One of the oddest pictures was uploaded. Well it wasn't really odd. It just felt out of place. I've seen few pictures of a mother and child posted on AA and this one was a good one at that. I looked at who had posted it and noticed it was one of the few people who ever talked to me for more that five minutes. Then I noticed the improper credit that was given. On AA, we either know the credit or we don't. When we don't know the credit we're supposed to list it as "Where is this from?" She doesn't really upload images that often so she didn't know. Or course it would appear that she hasn't read the rules for uploading things either. I sent her a message explaining this to her and about eight minutes later she's apologizing that she "is new to this." My response was, "That's alright. I didn't mean to be scolding or anything, just to point that out." Or something like that. The response I got from her was kind of amusing. It was, "I feel like a little kid." She had also sent a friend request, which I accepted right off the bet. She is perhaps the only person to ever send me one and actually have talked to me a bit before hand. As for my fiend from Loogootee, priestlyninja, he barely uses the damn account and the other person doesn't talk to me. I don't know why I excepted that one...
Now for some boring stuff. Have you seen "Final Destination?" What about "Final Destination Two?" Wait! There is a third one, aptly named "Final Destination Three!" So... have you seen any of them? Yes, no, maybe a little? Alright, here is the plot: Boy/girl/girl sees a freaky vision of them dying. He/she/she snaps out of it just in time to start reliving some of the things that happen before they die. He/she/she freaks out and manages to avoid it while causing about ten or so other people to be saved from their fucked up fate. Despite this blessing or whatever they all start to die one by one... in the order they were supposed to die in the vision. You may be wondering, "why the fuck is he using 'he/she/she'?" Well the plot is the exact same between the three of them that the only difference between the three is the main character's gender, how the people die, and whether or not they inform you of who is still "technically" alive at the end. I think the first one had three people that lived, but you find out that they die in the second one. In the second one two of them are still alive... but I think that they died later anyways... A shame really I thought the main character was kind of cute... In the third one everyone dies. Flat out. So what do you think will be different in the fourth one? Maybe it is in 3D? Well you know what? They can make any movie in 3D and it doesn't mean that it is any better. Let me see here... what does it have that the other three had? Freaky vision? Check. People dying one by one? Check. Paranoia? Check. Thinking that they can beat Death? Check. They did make sure to slap you in the face (pun defiantly not intended) with a confirmation that everyone dies. The first one implied it. The second one confirmed the first one, but didn't do a good job confirming whether or not the survivors from the second one died. I need to re-watch the ending for the second one. And the third one confirmed that all the survivors died. While I know that I retyped a bit of the things I have already said. It is just so damn annoying. So... here comes so bullshit. We are all going to die. HOLY SHIT REALLY!? Why do they kill them is some accident, just to make a freakier accident, that oddly enough has an implied "plan" to it? Are they saying that I have no control over how I die? That the day I (or anyone for this matter) die is already determined? So, I can't just be stabbed by some guy on the street. Some guy who, just like me, has the ability to make choices as to whether or not they will stab me or simply go somewhere else. Perhaps I decided not to go to where ever the fuck I was going to? What then? These movies... it feels as though we have no control over what we choose to do. As though we are what? Destined to to die on that one day? ("Holy shit, Jimmy! I think the numbskull just figured out the point of the movie!" says some voice in the distance...) Ok! Maybe I did find out the point of the movie now. It doesn't change the fact that I hate the idea that we, beings capable of choice, capable of so much damn chaos, have no control over what we do or where we go. The other thing I hate is this feeling that everything in this world has a some sort of order about it. That this one thing will be here at this specific time and that someone will walk by and just happen to hit it or something... The world is so damn chaotic that there is no way for any of that to just come in to play. It is bullshit...Over time I came to think of "Final Destination" as being death... Which is obvious when you understand that every living thing ends up at this "Final Destination." I've come to hate the hidden message that is given in these movies. Which should be obvious now. I've also come to hate this feeling to cover it with the absurd killings. As though that helps to get the point across at all. I guess they just want shock the simply minded audience enough so that they are incapable of getting the messages. If there are any of course. It could simply be that I am "reading" too much into it. That I am making the messages up when they don't really exist. That isn't too far of a stretch. Though this is proving that I'm crazier then I thought.