The Internet is Over.

Yup.  I think I had a Prince moment.  Barring a moment this morning when I did not think of this goal, I have yet to use the internet today outside of my email.  And here's the thing: it came naturally.  I did not feel any pressing need to surf the webs.  For the first time in... years... I seemed in control of my internet addiction.  I do not know what did it.  No idea.  I think part of it stems from deleting facebook, and another part from the fact that I'm tired of staying up until 2 AM not working because I can think of other things to do on that magical information superhighway. I didn't even sign on Skype!

Places I will probably still visit without guilt:

1.  Webcomics.  Still check the ones that are updated daily, mainly (and possibly only) The Dreamland Chronicles.  Hopefully only once daily.
2.  My email.  Essential for school and sometimes other things.
3.  Youtube.  Not to watch videos, no, I won't be doing that. But if I'm craving a song and don't want to deal with Spotify it's a great on-demand service.
4.  My blog!  I have to update because I promised myself I would for Lent.  And I have to admit, once I got into the swing of things I really did start enjoying poetry.  Sometimes, making something familiar is all it takes for it to become comfortable and feel less obligatory.  I guess that makes me a conservative as defined by Oakeshott.
5. Occasional Skype.  But only after I do my work!  I think I can pull this one off.
6.  School research.  Hey, it's kind of necessary you know.

Haha!  It feels good to be free.  I hope this wasn't just because I had coffee today.  It seems to make me a better person; no, seriously, I was way happier than usual today.  AND I STAYED AWAKE WITHOUT A NAP!

So, poetry.  How 'bout it.

Poem 21

So powerful, far away.
I dream, knowing it falsified.
Such shame... the importance remains;
Tho' need diminished like rains in drought.
Chances to achieve
Never taken.

Day after waking day fulfilling emptiness.
Missing the point, shedding tears for
What I know missing.
Alas, love!
Crutch of the weak?
No!  The power of the Deities?

Not for me.
Bereft of what I know not,
Lacking understanding.
Send me the Power,
At the appointed hour.

If not achieved by I,
Cannot be conceived at all.
Curses towards successful lovers,
My vanity satisfied.

So ends light of Love,
So have I created Darkness.
Greeted by moonlight
Embracing the sky.
No warm-hearted embraces,
Except in the wrong places.

Good night, all.
Peaceful rest is mine,
Returning what was lost.
My dreams of Love.

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...Heavy stuff. I was listening to the following for reference while writing:

Its bitter sweet sound hopefully matches the mood of the poem.