I haven't really been interesting lately nor have been my thoughts, atleast in the sense that requires documentation. Maybe that is always the case and sheer documentation makes things seem important though they are not.
I've been reading a good percentage of the time and, though still thoughtful, haven't felt as partisan in my thinking. Usually reading inspires some positive or negative opinion yet lately it has strictly been "Jesus, Neitzsche. I wish Zarathustra would thus shut-up." I'm not sure if that is a good or a bad thing so much as an existent thing.
I usually revel in my bullshit thoughts yet lately I've been slapping them down like a preverse slapping-things-down person (see.. even my analogies are lame.)

The most worked up I've gotten in the past few days was when I went to starbucks and heard some woman droning on incessantly and erroneously about the legal ramifications of the Arizona proposition to check for documentation. I was on the edge of my seat trying not to interject "YOU'RE WRONG AND YOUR VOICE IS FUCKING GRATING!" The man who was with her was clearly hoping for some box and, by god, he deserved it for his efforts.

I read an anti-Ayn Rand blog post and got pretty face-punchy about it but more or less lost the passion of arguing about it when I recognized the writer was pretty much a class-a d-bag. His logic was "objectivism is dangerous because it is selfish." Really? I never would've guessed that given such titles as "The Virtue of Selfishness." I'm glad you were here to get all moralistic in a particularly ineffectual way.
My only real thesis to make is that everything is already absolutely selfish. Some things are simply less muddled by bullshit than others. Open selfishness is more ethical than covert selfishness and certainly more productive when the lie of altruism isn't simply portrayed to others but to oneself. It isn't about good and evil, that's theological and pretty much a moot argument at this stage in the game. Everything should be about functionality. Something is dysfunctional whether it is selfish or not, whether it is good or evil in subjective terms. If the supposed moral good is destructive and dysfunctional, it ceases to be the moral good.
This is (or, I believe, should be) a very very obvious point so I don't feel particularly clever about it. The evolution of morals stems from the same evolution as feelings, that is:
Every nerve we have is there to feel pain, not pleasure. Our CNA exists to warn us of peripheral damage to our person. That, over time, degrees of stimuli have been deigned pleasurable (i.e. unoffensive or unthreatening) to us as individuals on whatever threshold does not negate the original purpose of our nervous system.
By that same token, morals exist as a sort of societal nervous system. It is "evil" to do that which is seen as damaging to either the individual or the civilization as it was once the case that most could not be entreatied to make that sort of informed, broad-viewing judgement. Recall that the beginnings of society were uninformed, uneducated, unreasoning masses. Some individuals were erudite and capable but in the main, a farm worker couldn't be expected to make even the most basic societal predictions. Also, society was in its infancy and had not undergone trial by fire.
As it stands now, we can reason which pain is indicative of danger. A person engaging in S&M (to use a more extreme example) does not on the level of reasoning expect to die. The reflexes do and thus provide adrenaline but the fact that the person is in the situation in the first place indicates their awareness of the spectrum. Morality evolved in much the same way. Reason overwhelms superstition unless you cling stupidly (for fear) to the latter.
I could probably make this point more succinctly if I dedicated some time to it but I don't wanna. That was enough serious face-making for me.

I've been considering my major a lot for all that is worth (thus far has been philosophy) and I more or less always come crawling back to philosophy full of the bitter awareness that it is kind of a lame lover in respects to my future employ. I want to specialize in Analytic philosophy but I also would like to study studio art/ psychology/ anthropology/ various -ologies. I may be in college for the rest of my life, at this rate. I am academia's bitch.

Also, shopping houses is also partially to blame for my brain-bake. I have an offer in on a short sale and I'm really getting frustrated with the waiting part of this game.

In banalities, I saw The Watchmen today and it was surprisingly good. I got to be all "lookit, I read" about the Percy Shelley "Ozmandias" reference. I felt they did that specifically for me. <3 You lost me at randomly 'sploding people and won me back with literary references *ah sigh.*

Time to scrounge for a cure to sobriety.