The Internet

The internet is potentially one of the biggest creations in the world. From sketch knowledge that I have found on the internet, or in class about the internet. Or what I've heard basically, was that it was created by business' for something or other. And that's literally all I know on the creation of the internet. But nevertheless I give my kudos to the dude/dudette that created the internet for it is a masterpiece of human activity of the 21st century.

In short, I love the internet for its many hidden things. When I go on to the internet. I don't expect it to do much for me beside be fully functional, the Watersonte's website, fanfiction, google, and a few random other ones. I mean, I'd survive if Youtube wasn't around. But fanfiction and Waterstone's are like the roots of my being, I live for reading. It just amplifies the fact that I have a very sad life.

So when the internet randomly shut down on me this afternoon I was distraught. Not over the prospect that I could not do any research for homework, but because my the internet not working, I wouldn't be able to read when I went to bed that night. I was distraught because I wouldn't be exhausting myself with late night reading.

That just proves the fact that I have no life. And people will snigger if they ever read this. I totally admit that. The problem is. I'm proud of my addiction to reading. I love the way that words are formed. How they sound. Reading stuff from different cultures and how they all develop. It's an amazing prospect. And I'm proud to be able to read such things.

I guess there really is no point in this post today. I just wanted to share the potentially only thing that happened in my life today. The internet collapsing. I was actually almost distraught at the prospect of not being able to blog. But as you can see, the problem has been fixed. My sister fixed it actually. You see if I was on my own and the internet broke down, I'd have no idea how to fix it, but my sister who's two years YOUNGER than me can fix it without batting an eyelid.

Strange how generations work, huh? I consider myself quite the computer dinosaur because I can hardly work one, let alone fix one!