Stewie's Turtle, Air Mattresses, and the Privilege of Education

Video games are such a waste. I love playing them, but I hate how much time they filch from my wallet. It's just horrible to realize; I wish people had less self-realization, so that they couldn't tell when things were bad for them. That would solve the problem.

Family Guy is so bizarre. I'm Watching an episode where there is a turtle that Stewie brings home. He names it Sheldon. It turns out to be a very bad turtle that does all kinds of bad stuff around the house. For instance, it replaces Peter's glasses with forks, so that he stabs himself in the eyes with forks. It also takes out the eyes of Rupert, Stewie's teddy bear.

To be honest, I don't feel I have anything to write about. I just took a nap on the couch. It was kind of nice, but not really because my family was making noise and had the light in the dining room on. I was in the living room, so that's mostly my bad. Before my consciousness faded out, I believe I was reading my book that explains the history and background of lexicography, the art of dictionary making. I had only read probably two pages before I dozed off. The chapter was about "cant," which in the centuries prior to the 19th constituted the language of beggars, tricksters, and other shady figures.

I still have not moved back into my room; I remain on an air mattress in the downstairs living area. Frankly, the air mattress I sleep on is not too shabby; in fact, I think it is better than my bed.

Anyway I should count my blessings: I am not stressed out, do not have any type of insomnia, and am quite healthy and happy, with pretty near complete freedom. The only long-term freedom hindrance I can sight are my finances and the year of school I have left. But my education seems like a privilege, and is definitely something I have chosen. I mourn for those who do not go to school because they want to, but because their parents want them to. I don't really mourn for them, but I wish they could see the bigger picture: education is a great blessing, and there are fellow citizens who beg for it in the less-developed regions of the globe. But passion and desire are not things to be forced, and must be developed over time through subtle means.

Here's to hoping they learn.