The Eyes Of A Spectator

Something I write while laying down on my bed thinking and pondering about life.

There's nothing more like being trapped in your room. A room with absolutely no decorations that you put up yourself. Filled with books and notepads, clothing, and inhabited by what your father and mother tells you to put. As I lay down on my bed, I see this small plastic ornament given to me by my friend. It stares and shines while people look at it while entering my room. Of course its interesting, its not me. Its not who I am. I put it there to be courteous of my friends who acknowledge and respect the fact that I put it up there, thus acknowledging our friendship. Even so if it weren't there, it would have gone unnoticed, so it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I just wrote this to say that sometimes its good to do things and decorate things accordingly to make your friends and family happy. After all, it is only your friends and family that are true to you and make you truly happy, and that's all you really need in life.

On another subjects.

While I was trying to get rid of Linux, which I simply didnt like after testing [dont attack me please], Linux did something bad. Very bad, penguins aren't supposed to be this bad. It deleted my entire hard drive. Luckily however, I run Mac OS X, so I had time machine, and had everything backed up. So, there went Assassins Creed review. I'll get back on it when I can though. I have regents and finals coming up, because its towards the end of school, but I will progress alot faster this time around since I know what to do.