I've recently in the past few weeks been discovering Pink Floyd. And I've heard a lot of their songs before and liked them, but now, listening to whole albums at one time, I'm blown away by the sheer amazingness.
I mean, I'm used to music coming in distinct segments that are sometimes pretty short, 3 minutes or less, and sometimes pretty long, like 8 or 9 minutes.
But with like Metallica, who I love, all you get is distinct pieces of music, distinct pieces of passion, there's a line where one ends and one begins.

But Pink Floyd create massive soundscapes that stretch sometimes over 20 minutes in one song, and the whole album is basically indistinguishable from being one song anyway.
If I want to call up a brief moment of fun passion, I might listen to Survive, by Rise Against:

But if I really want to be transported somewhere else by music for an extended amount of time, I'll listen to Atom Heart Mother:

Such a fucking good song.

I've always thought that if I had the talent, I'd like to create like an hour long song, just an album that's all one song.
And that's basically what Pink Floyd does, and they carry it off beautifully.

In other news...
Today was probably the shittiest day I've had in a fair bit of time, actually. Well, first, I totally forgot about the homework in German, she never puts it on the fucking homework calendar and she just says what we need to do in class and I can never fucking remember.
And then I forgot my swim stuff, so I wasn't able to go to the practice I'm supposed to for school swimming... And the coach was being a total dick about it. I had to go to the slower practice.
And then, while I was there, it was really weird, while doing the workouts, I got really really lightheaded and nauseous and like had to go throw up and I almost fainted practically.
It sucked ass.

And then I hardly got to see CAG. It's so fucking discouraging. Because now I'm just losing hope for fucking anything, and it's such a fucking letdown I could practically commit Harakiri.
I mean, seriously, false hopes, worst thing since sliced Hitler.

I dunno, I just feel worse whenever I think about the situation, but I really can't avoid thinking about it.
Which really isn't helped by, oddly, I can only intermittently remember what he looks like. I mean, it happens sometimes where I seem to have a dead spot in my brain where someone's name or face is supposed to go, there was this guy at camp, this Austrian guy, and I could never remember his name, unless I stopped thinking about it. Now I remember it.
Which means I'm like never able to stop thinking about it, it's driving me fucking insane.

Goddamn, son, I don't know why I'm so emotionally odd recently. I just seem to be kinda broken recently.

You know, thinking about the human body kinda tires me out. Cause it's kinda like car engines, except we can never stop. We can go to higher or lower gears and we often rest at just over 500 revs, but we can't ever stop or go lower than that, because then we don't restart, we have no starter motor.
By the way, do you guys think it would be theoretically possible to bring someone back alive? I mean, you kinda need to know what death is, because I know that in every cell you have, all your little skin cells, there's always like thousands of little reactions going off just to keep the cells alive, and if you were shot in the brain and you died with your brain, I don't think that'd do much to your, say, skin cells, for some time, they'd kinda be unaware of what's just happened to the wise guy upstairs.
Until they stop receiving blood and run out of oxygen.
But if all the little reactions stopped in someone's cells everywhere, and you could somehow fix the original damage that killed them, and they'd only been dead for like 5 minutes, and haven't yet started to decay, it seems like what would it take to get someone to be alive again?
To restart all those reactions simultaneously?
I dunno how...

Anyway, one last thing, I think it's interesting, all of my swim coaches have always told me it's a matter of integrity to do all your swimming and do it right, they defining "integrity" as "doing the right thing when no one is watching you".
And I've never understood that.
I consider if I don't want to work as hard as they want me to work, and I slack off and skip a sendoff or something, I don't have any moral issues with that.
Kinda like some fat kid who never does sports. There's no immediate problem with that, if he's willing to accept all the consequences that come from his being fat along with the rewards (being lazy) then I say go for it.
There's no moral problem with that.
So to define swimming your workouts as hard as you can as the right thing, I just dunno. It seems like, if you don't want to swim that hard, then hey, they're still getting payed, and if you're willing to accept the consequences of skipping sets, I don't understand what the issue is.

Basically, I don't think there's any reason that you should feel obligated to do a recreational activity because someone else wants you too, I would think it's in your own best interest likely, and if you want to, great, if you don't, well then what's the point?

But I guess I'm just a pessimistic bastard.
Oh, one last thing, I've recently come up with a new thing, just today, it's where I'll corner one of my friends all of a sudden and be like Oh my GOD, you SKANKY FUCK!!!! and then walk off muttering.
Hehehe... It's a lot of fun. More friends to perfect it on tomorrow.
Night guys.