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Oct 00//Pass go
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Jan 01//Auld Lang Syne

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*~"Beautiful one, asleep in the sun, secret - sweet and SUBLIME. I hope you last a long, long time.."~* -semisonic

Victim #9
JUSTICE IS SERVED!

Ogakor went Kucha! hehe.. I have never been so elated over a single TV show. Good riddance, Jerri! Now, it's time to get down to business. And Colby or Rodger better take the cake. Okay, enough Survivor. Nothing big has happened in the last day or 2. Went out last nite. Fun, fun, fun. We ended up at Dennys 'cuz people were famished. It was yummy. Dennys is always yummy at 0300 after a few choice beverages. You know that tho.. no need to digress. I got a 95% on my Espanol examen. Bow down to queen Spanish. lol.. or something. So, since my life is boring, I'm gonna' end this with an excerpt from the 2nd page of the book I'm reading. It sums up why the United States Marine Corps is my choice. Enjoy, folks.

"For a moment, in the darkness, panic grips her. What could have possessed her to gamble the next 4 years of her life - the best years - on an undertaking about which she knew nothing, except that it sounded romantic at the time? And it wasn't as if she hadn't been warned. Any number of people had told her that they would be the toughest 4 years she'd ever know, and might even cost her her life. But the panic quickly passes. It's true she doesn't know what lies ahead but at least she knows what she has left behind. And it isn't very much, when she adds it all up: the necessity of looking for a job - a job that will at best be menial, considering her lack of experience or educational qualifications; the chance to get those qualifications by working days for years so she can attend college part-time at nite; a boy who says he wants to marry her - when she finally does get that good job; a mother and father who have sweated blood on every one of their 160 acres to get her thru high school, and now reasonably expect her to support herself; some good friends, most of whom have scattered since graduation. But mostly she leaves behind the prospect of a sterile, plodding nine-to-five existence, devoid of adventure, that blood-brother of youth. She leaves behind the small-town blinders that limit the view of far horizons. Above ALL, she leaves her girlhood - not a bad one, all things considered, but a phase of life it is time to put behind her."
30 March 01 1256 hours.

*~"We sang Bobby McGee on the hood of my car, made a wish on EVERY star.."~* -kc

Across a crowded room you'll see him
Dressed in silver moonlite and stardust
As your eyes meet, you'll know him
Not from this lifetime, but from a million lifetimes come and gone
In a flashing instant, you'll remember the way he used to look at you when you would dance beneath a starlit summer sky
The trees would wrap around you as if to protect you
They aspired to be your saviours from the realities of a life without miracles
And they were.
And suddenly the room is not so crowded, and he's close enough that you can see the lines that time has placed upon his face
Lines that tell the stories of a life lived without you
His hand brushes yours, and in that second you know every story he has to tell
A million lifetimes disappear and he becomes, once again, your boy wonder
And now he is asking you to dance
The room disappears and a billion stars glitter in that same summer sky
The trees are old, but they effortlessly wrap around the same boy and girl they knew so long ago
"Welcome home to your miracle"

I wrote that at work. Neat, huh? They stuck me in petites, the most boring dept. in the store.. so I wrote a poem. I also wrote to Rex. I'm not sure if I'm gonna' send it tho. Maybe, in some strange way, I'm better off NOT talking to him. I just want him to know that I'm gonna' be a Marine. He was a Marine for 8 years.. and we both share the Marine Corps as our #1 passion. We used to spend like, 2 hours after the Rock was closed eating leftover cheesecake and talking about his years in the Corps. We went to Build-a-bear workshop and we both made little Cammie-clad bears. I named mine Retro, Rex's nickname. He named his Shorty. Retro is on my shelf, right next to Rex's picture. Memories are kinda' cool. So, my brother got a virus on AOL that caused me to send out emails containing the same virus to my entire buddy list. I got rid of that virus only to find out that he got ANOTHER virus that caused someone to go into our AOL acct. and change ALL the passwords. Ain't THAT a bitch? WE got it figured out.. but it was still a pain in the arse. Time for some shut-eye. I fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon today. I usually don't do that. OH, Starfruit Gatorade is bomb, too.
27 March 01 2213 hours.

*~"So I never fell for Vietnam.. we've got the wall of D.C. to remind us all, that you can't trust freedom when it's not in your hands.. when everybody's fightin' for their promised land. And I don't need your Civil War. It feeds the rich while it buries the poor. Your power hungry sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store. I don't need your Civil War.."~* -GnR

Awesome song. I haven't posted in a while, but I really don't feel like writing. Weird. I tie-dyed tee-shirts the other day. It was kinda' fun. They came out cool. I've never really been the creative type, so I was really proud of myself.. :) The weekend was fun. Friday we all went to a party at my friend, Andria's. There were about a billion people there. We played this dice-drinking game and we all got pretty faded. 2 catastrophes took place on Friday. This guy, Chris cut his thumb open on a bottle, and I dropped my cel-phone in the toilet. It still works.. so I'll live. Felixurday nite (which is the official new name for Saturday nite) was a blast, as always. Our friend Brandy came along and drank a LITTLE bit too much. To make a long story short, she ended up falling asleep on the bathroom floor. It was really uncool. Her fiance had to carry her out. Drunk people do embarressing things. My math test is on Wednesday and I'm DEFINITELY gonna' fail. Did I mention I really hate math? OH, well.. I do. I haven't talked to JH in at least a week and a half. I kinda' miss just shootin' the shit with him. Boys. Who needs 'em anyway? I gotta' jump in the shower. Over and out.
26 March 01 2100 hours.

*~"Pick up any morning paper, turn on the 6 o' clock news. The devil's been so busy lately, that even God must get the blues.."~* -jo-dee

05 March 01 - Santana High School shooting - Santee, CA.
22 March 01 - Granite Hills HS shooting - El Cajon, CA.

"What a long, strange trip it's been.."
22 March 01 1714 hours.

*~"Oh, and how far we'll travel for a place to HEAL our hearts. We watched it unravel.. so why's tonite the hardest part?"~* -timmy

I love pictures. Think about it. Pictures tell the story of a life. They're constant. A picture will never fail you. When you're old, and your memory walks out the door, a picture will remain. I surround myself with pictures. I try to have a camera with me at all the special places I go. Sometimes I take a camera along to places that are not so special. A picture can capture somebody at their happiest, saddest, angriest, most excited, or most depressed moment. Only that picture will keep that person that way forever. I filled out my Survivor 3 application the other day. One question asked.. "Name 3 personal items you would take with you to this remote location, if possible." My first answer was a camera. Even tho my picture would be plastered on a big lotta' magazines and newspapers, it wouldn't be near the same as having my own personal photographs. (my other 2 items were a radio, and a photo of my family.) So I guess what I'm saying is.. take pictures. Take LOTS of pictures.
Survivor was pretty lame last nite. It was like, a "greatest moments so far" episode. Yeah, whatever. I think I'm gonna' go look up prices for tickets to VA in July. More ways to spend all the money I DON'T have. Neat.
22 March 01 1106 hours.

*~"Brother and sister, TOGETHER we'll make it thru.."~* -roz

2 more weeks 'til San Fran! Yay. I'm probably gonna' have to ask my dad to kick down with some cash. Oh well.. everybody has to swallow their pride at some point. So, really.. not a whole lot has been happening. St Pattys was cool. Typical Felix-nite at the E. It has been hotter than the 7th ring of HELL here in Cali. It may very well be just in MY house. Not quite Africa-hot, but I think it's getting there. I hate not having AC. Oh, rolling blackouts are NOT cool. No matter what others may tell you. They're saying that the power may go out for about an hour EVERY DAY thru the summer. Doesn't THAT sound fun? Christ. Oh! I found out that my AOJ teach is a former Marine. Go figure. Everyone cool is a former Marine. Decided that I'm gonna' go see JH in July. In VA, even. I think it'll definitely be cool. I hope I'm right. Today, I did a BIG lotta' nothing. Skipped my math class 'cuz my mom had somethin' to do this AM. Did laundry, and watched way too much TV. Beaches was on last nite. That movie is happy in a depressing kinda' way. I hope that I have a friend who "knows me by heart.." Dirty Dancing has been on WAY too many times in the past 2 days. For reals, like.. 6 times in a ROW. Swayze is hot, but that's insane. I'm totally rambling, so I'm gonna' end this here. Peace.
20 March 01 1940 hours.

*~"Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has it's cost, anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost. What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time? What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind. It feels like I'm falling for the first time.."~* -bnl

Happy Saint Pattys Day!

Hopefully y'all will have a big blast tonite. I know I will. The E serves green beer.. hehe. Definitely don't forget to wear green. Be young, have fun, and drink up.
17 March 01 1811 hours.

*~"I know you want to hear me speak, but I'm afraid that if I start to.. I'll never stop.."~* -plus one

Dress Blues are the epitome of everything good in this world. Turns out last nite was MP (Military Police) Mess nite. That pretty much means that a bunch of MPs get dressed up in Blues, get drunk, and look good. Seeing as how Steph and I know 90% of the MPs on Miramar, we got the pleasure of spending the whole nite surrounded by men in Blues. It was QUITE fun. HOWEVER, to make a long story short, I found out that my friend Woodard (who's dogtag is on my keychain, and who.. incidently, was also in Blues) got MARRIED. And if that's not enough, he was flirting with some German girl in a Minnie-Mouse lookin' dress. Some people have issues. Anyway, I have to go to work an hour early, and I have to spend 5 hours by myself. Hope your nites are better than mine.
16 March 01 1623 hours.

*~"Goodbye, farewell, so long, via con dios, good luck, wish you well, take it slow.. easy come girl, easy go.."~* -gs

Victim #8 Farewell, Alicia!
14 March 01 2317 hours.

*~"One fine day you wake up completely, hopelessly fallin' in love. He's just what you're lookin' for, the only problem is that the MAN'S NOT SURE. Another guy'll give you everything, the only problem is you don't feel a thing.."~* -jo dee

Damn, ain't THAT song the truth. Oh! I figured out what the tat around my ankle is gonna' be. Exciting, I know. It's gonna' say "Land of the free" (or home of the free?) and on one side of the words is gonna' be an American flag. On the other side is gonna' be the USMC flag. And if there's still space in the back, it's gonna' be connected by a dog-tag-chain. It's gonna' look AWESOME. Then, when I get outta' boot camp, I'm gonna' get my last tat. It's gonna' go between my shoulder blades. It's either gonna' say "Death Before Dishonor," or "These colors never run.." I haven't decided yet. Tats are cool. I'm sad that I'm gonna' have to take out my belly ring tho. Maybe I'll stick fishing line in there or something. My friend stuck weed-eater line in hers once, lol. Talked to David online last nite. I hate how I can open up SO much more online than I can face to face or on the phone. But, so be it. I told him to read my entry from last nite hoping that it would give him more insight into why I am the way I am. I guess he kinda' understood. He told me it's no good to put people on pedestals b/c everyone is different, and just b/c somebody doesn't measure up to MY standard of perfection doesn't mean they don't have a lot to offer me. And it DOES make sense.. but I can't convince myself of that. So, my standards remain. Wanna' hear something else neat? I sent JH that little survey that's been going around. I filled it all out about him (even tho I didn't receive it from him) and I told him if he got a spare second, to send it back. Did he send it back? NO. But he did delete it before he even READ it. Way to be a typical guy, I guess. Oh well.. I'm gonna' go try to find a message board.
14 March 01 1637 hours.

*~"It's killing me to write the word 'goodbye...' But it's hard to lose the best you'll EVER have.."~* -tr

I really think I'm cracking up here. 2 nites ago, I dreamt about Larry. I think I mentioned it briefly in a previous entry. Now, people dream every nite. (I never really believed that, 'cuz I hardly EVER remember my dreams.. but I guess it's stone cold fact, or something.) Some dreams are vaguely remembered, most are forgotten altogether. But there are those once-in-a-while nites that your dream is more vivid than ANYTHING.. and morning brings with it a certain sadness. Those nites that you try to close your eyes again, and you pray for sleep to return. To bring with it that same dream. And then, in the middle of your day, you'll think of that dream.. and it will all come rushing back to you. In the middle of a crowded street.. in the solitude of your bedroom.. wherever. That was my LarryDream. And for the past 2 days, Larry's been in my head. Now, my friends, it doesn't end here. Oh no. Tonite, Steph calls me and says.."Oh my God, guess who I saw today??" Now, this question could have a million answers. But her answer was.."Larry Wallencheck." Exactly HOW weird is THAT? I'm not a firm believer in religion or fate or anything like that.. but I really think that SOMEONE is trying to tell me something. Am I supposed to get in touch with him? Does he want to talk to me? Is there something wrong? And all this thinking about Lar got me thinking about something else.. something kinda' disturbing, actually. How many of the guys that I've been involved with can I HONESTLY say I would have stayed with. How many of them do I still think about THIS much. And the answer kinda' scares me. 3. Three guys that I can see myself building something memorable with. What the HELL was I doing with ALL the other ones? Wasting my time? Building a reputation that I'm not particularly proud of? Breaking hearts? That's not cool. What's even MORE not cool is that all 3 of these guys are people who, A) I don't talk to anymore and B) I'll NEVER be with. The first one? Dave Rexroad. I FIRMLY believe that Rex is who I'm supposed to be with. He's the one who God put here for ME. My one shot at that Amen kinda' love. To this day, I can't define the "relationship" we had.. but he touched me on a level NO ONE else EVER has. And he's still on that level.. sitting on the pedestal I put him on. His picture is the ONLY one in it's OWN frame. #2 of 3 is Larry. Mr. Wallencheck. My vivid dream. I KNOW I coulda' made him happy. I had a million reasons why he SHOULD have let me in.. but in the end, none of my reasons could break down the steel wall he hid behind. I guess walls are stronger than hearts that try to break them down. So, #3 is Jim. Drill Sergeant Jim, even. Surprising to ME.. b/c I never realized how much of an impact he really had on me. And maybe it's these 3 guys that broke me. Maybe they ruined me for everybody else. Maybe they're the reason I ended things with Jason, and David. Maybe I broke THEIR hearts b/c Rex and Larry and Jim broke mine. And in retrospect, how fair is THAT? So, I continue to cling to that which I can't have. The intangible. Example? JH. JH is my constant fantasy. He's not here to break my heart, let me down, or make me cry. He's my safe haven. And when I feel the need.. I can have him HERE. (even tho right now, he's not talking to me..) And I can leave here knowing that I haven't sacraficed a part of myself to him. I can leave here knowing that he's not number 4. I won't LET him be number 4.
13 March 01 2221 hours.

*~"I bought a ticket to the world.. but now I've come back again.."~* -tforf

Damn, 80s music RULES. Saturday nite was fun, as always. Take On Me, Shook Me All Nite Long, C'Mon Feel The Noise, and I Know This Much is True ALL in a row. Felix is my best friend. Sunday, however was NOT cool. The stomach virus that made it's way thru my house decided to hit me. Oh, what fun. I never knew it was possible to sleep an ENTIRE day away. Anyway, JH hasn't been around for the past 3 or 4 days. Boys are weird. David came over on Sunday.. I told him that right now, I have issues with commitment. I also told him that our "relationship" was on a one-way track to no where. He's getting out of the Marine Corps. I'm going into the Marine Corps. In 4 or 5 months, we're not even sure where either of us will be.. (if that makes sense.) I guess we both knew that when we met.. but we decided to ignore that, and try to give it a go anyway. Apparently, he can do that.. and I can't. I can't grow closer to someone knowing all the while that we're gonna' end up going our seperate ways. All's well that ends well, I guess. I had a dream about Larry last nite. Weird, that is. I realize now that Larry is someone I could have stayed with. He's one of the only pictures in my frame. That makes me sad.
12 March 01 1432 hours.

*~"You've got your mama's smile but you're yesterday's child.."~* -aerosmith

Today was WAY too busy at work. Okay.. now that that's off my chest, I'm actually going out tonite. How exciting. I really haven't been out since last Saturday. That's sad. My party life is hitting an all time low. But tonite is Felix-nite, so have no fear! We finally have our San Fran plans (That all rhymes.. hehe) set. I'm looking forward to that. Last nite was debate nite. I debated with JH over everything from politics to abortion to hunting. (I guess that all falls under politics, huh?) And I debated with Sara over Capital punishment. Sometimes I like debating.. if it's with the right person. JH and Sara both put up valiant fights.. hehe. In the end, we all agreed to disagree. However, JH and I are gonna' armwrestle, and I am determined to win! Girls rool, boys drool.
10 March 01 2011 hours.

*~"Talking away. I don't know what.. what to say. I'll say it anyway. Today is another day to find you.. shyin' away. I'll be comin' for you anyway.."~* -aha

Victim #7 Via Con Dios, Jeff!!

I was wrong! Jaff Varner is the 7th eliminated survivor. I liked Jeff. Oh well.. My mom is stickin' with Alecia or Tina. I still want Rodger. It's comin' down to the wire! Meanwhile - the absolute funniest thing happened today. Of course, nobody else will find it very amusing, but you're all gonna' read it anyway. I have spanish on Fridays from 0800-1020. It's like, the most beginning spanish possible making it HELLA' easy. However, our class has gone from like, 30 people to about 15. So, next week is our chapter one test. Today was our review.. so we split into groups of 3.. and the maestra gave each group a section of chapter one. (our group had indefinite and definite articles or something.) My group was me, Dallas, and Holly. Please make note that we are the 3 most sarcastic loudmouths in the class.. lol. So, each group came up with a game. Our group kicked ASS on the first 2 games. Yay. The 3rd group had diptongos.. (if you don't take spanish, don't worry about what a diptongo is.) So, our job was to write a list of as many diptongos we could think of. Our group definitely lost. I think we had like, 4.. (one of which was German..lol.) SO, as our punishment.. we had to go up to the front of the room and SING this spanish song. Like, REALLY sing it. For some reason, this was the most hilarious thing EVER. Jared, who was part of the diptongo group was literally ON the floor. Dallas was laughing too hard to sing, so Holly and I sang this whole song standing in front of the class. We definitely got extra points after that. Anyway, I'm off to get my paycheck. Too bad I have to save ALL of it and then some so that I can afford to go to San Fran. I definitely need to make a big lotta' money in my life.. (which won't happen in the military.) Maybe I just need to marry a millionaire. Yeah, that's the ticket.
09 March 01 1146 hours.

*~"I hope your hell is filled with magazines. And on every page you see, there'll be a picture of ME.."~* -kina

That song really rules. Anyway, it looks like things are gonna' be okay 'tween JH and I. He called me last nite, and kinda' explained himself a little better than he did in his email. He's still gonna' be my recruiter. He said he wouldn't have it any other way. And I guess that's what I need him for the most. I just need to know that he's still there. Steph and I are going to San Fran for Spring Break. Yay! I'm hella' excited about this. We're taking this coastal train up there. For scenic purposes, it runs along the entire California coast, making the ride take about 3 or 4 hours longer than normal.. but it'll be fun. We're leaving on the 7th and coming back on the 13th (Friday the 13th, even.) We'll have fun. Steph and I need some bonding time, anyway. The tribes are merging on Survivor tonite. Oughtta' be interesting. I'm still sticking to my guns about Jeff winning the million. I want Rodger to win, but I don't see it happening. If I wasn't joining up with America's 911 force, I'd apply for Survivor 3. It'd be fun, fun, fun.. :)
08 March 01 1607 hours.

*~"Three thousand, five hundred miles away.. what would you say if you could" I need a phone call.."~* cc

So, my recruiter has decided not to talk to me right now. And it shouldn't bother me as much as it is. I shouldn't be thinking about it as much as I am. I guess he has aspects of his personal life that he has to take care of. And I guess our "relationship" was interfering. My AOJ teacher said once that when people are making life-altering decisions, and when people are placed in high-stress situations (i.e. boot camp, police acadamy, etc..) they often form strong bonds to the people who help them make their decisions, and the people who help them achieve their goals.. (i.e. drill instructors, recruiters, partners, etc..) And maybe that's what happened with JH (Jarhead - AKA, my recruiter.) and I. We got too close. I depended on seeing him here TOO much. I NEEDED him to be here. I still do. I need him to make me believe I'm making the right decisions. I need him to say.. "You're gonna' be a United States Marine. Is there anything better than that?" So, he wrote me this email saying that he probably won't be online for the next few days, that he needs to figure a lot of stuff out, that he'd call me in a week or so. And that, I can deal with. What I can't deal with is him telling me that he can't be my recruiter.. that he's not strong enough to believe in me anymore. And maybe I've fooled myself into thinking that I need him in other ways. Maybe the ease of us talking to eachother on America Online (I HATE America Online..lol) has fooled me once AGAIN. I know it's fooled him. I find myself signing on just to look for him.. and every time my phone rings, I look at the caller ID for a 941 area code. And everytime he's not here, and everytime it's not him.. a part of me is sad. Right now, all of me is sad.
07 March 01 1243 hours.

*~"I'll close my eyes and then I won't see.. the love you don't feel when you're holding me. Morning will come, and I'll do what's right.. just give me 'til then to give up this fight.. and I will give up this fight. 'Cuz I can't make you love me if you don't.. you can't make your heart feel something it won't. Here in the dark in these final hours, I wil lay down my heart.. and I'll feel the power, but you won't.. no, you won't.."~* -br

So, today in my Admin' of Justice class, we spent all 2 hours talking about the Santana shooting. My teacher is pretty rad. He's a retired Sherrif.. but he's done and seen so much more. He was on the SWAT team, and he was a cop in South Central, etc.. He tells us stories of things he's seen that nobody should ever have to see in their life. All in all, he's a pretty neat guy. So, he pretty much just opened up the floor and we all got to share our feelings on Santana. It was a good class. He decided that our class is gonna' try and orginize a forum. We're gonna' invite the units that were dispatched to the scene, Santana campus security, victim's families and students from the high school to come and talk, and cry, and share. I think it'll be neat if it all goes thru. I hope that one day.. when I get out of the military (assuming that I DO go in) I can be a part of our country's law enforcement team. I guess I just have a deep respect for the people who put their own lives on the line for us every single day. At San Diego's version of Mardi Gras, the mounted cops were in the parade.. and when they rode by, SO many people were BOOING. Some people even had the nerve to throw beads at these cops and their horses. More than anything.. it made me sad. It made me sad that people can be so downright IGNORANT. I hope that one day, one of those bead throwers needs the help of one of the cops in that parade. Maybe that will help put things in perspective.
06 March 01 2143 hours.

*~"I do this so this world we know NEVER changes me.."~* -god

Another day, another school shooting. Always nice, that is. Such a sad world this is becoming. Sometimes I'm ashamed to be part of it. Maybe president Bush would like to make guns a little more accessible to America's youth. In the words of Sara, eff THAT. Other than that, today was okay. I got a 14 outta' 20 on my math test. I HAAATE math. A lot. Traffic home from school was hell b/c A) A big lotta' roads were closed due to the shooting, and B) 99.9% of people in this COUNTRY don't have the slightest clue how to drive. Plus, I hit EVERY red lite possible. AND, to top it all off.. I had no gas. It took me FORTY-FIVE minutes to get home from school. Definitely a drive that usually takes 15 minutes. That's the epitome of lame. I get paid this Friday. Yay. I'm gonna' buy this fountain-thing that I have on hold at work. It's neat. Either that or an Ab-slide. I haven't decided yet. I'm also gonna' go to IKEA b/c it's the raddest store EVER. I'm trying to read

The Stand

by Stephen King. That book has like, 1500 pages. Wish me luck. 'kay.. enough randomness for now.
05 March 01 1706 hours.

*~"Drove up to Hillside Mannor sometime after 2AM, and talked a little while about the year. I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, makes you talk a little lower.. 'bout the things you could not show her and it's been a.. long December, and there's reason to believe maybe THIS year will be better than the last. I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass.."~* -cc

I just wanted to share with everyone that the above quoted song KICKS! Definitely one of my all time favorites. I was debating between using the above quote or this one..

"The smell of hospitals in winter, and the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters and no pearl. And all at once you look across a crowded room.. to see the way that light attaches to a girl."

It's a toss up, but now I have both quotes. Sweet. Meanwhile, I gotta' get ready for work. Yay. Felix only played 3 of my songs last nite. Lame. At least he played Take On Me. The techno version, even. Everybody needs to d/l that on Napster. That and the Dancing Queen techno remix, even. More power to 80's babies.
04 March 01 0804 hours.

*~"We played to WIN, we never gave in.."~* -Vasser

Man, today was ass. A) I have a cold.. for like, the 5000th time this winter. B) I worked all day. And C) I had to walk home. What the hell kinda' shit is that? Anyway - I think I've finally made a decision about my future. Amazing, huh? I've decided that I need a kick in the right direction. I need someone to stand behind me and say.. "You HAVE to do this!" In light of that, my decision is the Marine Corps. Although about a billion people are telling me I'm crazy, I feel pretty confident that this is the right decision. It's about a lot of things. Money for school, a way outta' my parent's house, a chance to see the world.. and mostly it's about pride and HONOR. The person who's gonna' make me a Marine is awesome. He's the poster boy for Ooo-Rahness.. :) He makes me proud.. and I hope that one day, I'll be able to look him in the eye and hear him say that HE'S proud of ME. Right now, I have NO idea where my parental units are. Nice. Right now, also.. Dancing Queen is on! Napster is the best thing since sliced-freakin'-bread. Felix is DJing at the club tonite. Hopefully, my day was not a premonition of how my NITE is gonna' go. I'll be pissed. Dropped my philosophy class at school due to the fact that I can't imagine anything on this earth more BORING. My pick for the ultimate survivor is definitely Jeff. How 'bout you?
03 March 01 1747 hours.

*~"I bowed to save my head, and I can't forget you.. but I CAN remember"~* -live

Alritey fellow 'bloggers.. I'm back. After a long leave of absence, here's my new and improved page. I'd love to say that I planned this grand reappearance, but I was actually just bored.. so I decided to play around. I'm really proud of myself, 'cuz I actually think this looks cool. Lemme' know what you think. There's SOOOO much to talk about. I don't even know what my last entry was about.. (probably Jason. Yes, that's the imfamous "him" in my previous entries.) I'm leaving for The Old Spaghetti Factory (Spaghetti Ala Homer.. YUM.) in like, 20 minutes.. and I'm so not even ready. I'm gonna' try and write once a day until I'm up to date. I make no promises. Until later.. over and out.
02 March 01 1832 hours.