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I never update this damn thing. Look! It's been like a year and a half since I last looked at it!
To those who found interest about what I said about Taber, I bring bad news. Taber did get out of the hospital last year and went on to live a perfectly normal life until his condition relapsed in the beginning of the Summer of 2005. Sadly, he did not make it this time. Still, I find it kind of upsetting that a man (Yes, I said man) I trained passed on after my tenure of jurisdiction as the leader of the cadet corps flag party. Needing to say, I still miss him. I can't just beat myself up about it, though. You meet people in life who almost seem too good to be true, and... well, someone upstairs decides he or she is best suited up there. I remember all the long, cold, raining Winter nights he and I stood,with me marching him around the parking lot with flags and rifles alike. That's a good thing, you know. I can't feel apathy or remorse for what happened. I just need to chug on, just like some kind of steam engine. I will survive.
A year and a bit later, Shana and I are still together, and still as much in love as before. However, life obligations have been slowly severing our connection. While we used to see each other at least three times a week has dwindled to once or twice. We're both planning school ahead, too. She wants to become a nurse, and I'm looking at becoming a Police School Liason officer, or even a regular cop, or even so much as becoming a Vancouver S.W.A.T. officer. The moral of the story is, I want to uphold the law to it's highest degree. Granted I don't have the fastest decision making skills makes me vulnerable to a desk job within the P.D. Oh well. Take your pains in stride, right?
I got my driver's N on my first shot earlier this year, and my parents awarded me with a car, a 1987 Jaguar XJ6. Now... I've only been on my own for a few months driving wise, but I've come to a conclusion-- You should -NEVER- give a man a first car that has more horsepower than he has I.Q. If you give him 300 horsepower, he's going to see how many horses is required to blow by traffic at night. To men, cars equal tools of racing, even on a strip of traffic trounced city-- speed is where it's at for us with donning dangles. I've been leaning on selling my car and getting something I'd like. I like those Chevy Cobalts, but I want an automatic. Man, do those look nice.
I should start writing in this damn thing again. What's that? I did? Wow, golly me!
-Justin
To those who found interest about what I said about Taber, I bring bad news. Taber did get out of the hospital last year and went on to live a perfectly normal life until his condition relapsed in the beginning of the Summer of 2005. Sadly, he did not make it this time. Still, I find it kind of upsetting that a man (Yes, I said man) I trained passed on after my tenure of jurisdiction as the leader of the cadet corps flag party. Needing to say, I still miss him. I can't just beat myself up about it, though. You meet people in life who almost seem too good to be true, and... well, someone upstairs decides he or she is best suited up there. I remember all the long, cold, raining Winter nights he and I stood,with me marching him around the parking lot with flags and rifles alike. That's a good thing, you know. I can't feel apathy or remorse for what happened. I just need to chug on, just like some kind of steam engine. I will survive.
A year and a bit later, Shana and I are still together, and still as much in love as before. However, life obligations have been slowly severing our connection. While we used to see each other at least three times a week has dwindled to once or twice. We're both planning school ahead, too. She wants to become a nurse, and I'm looking at becoming a Police School Liason officer, or even a regular cop, or even so much as becoming a Vancouver S.W.A.T. officer. The moral of the story is, I want to uphold the law to it's highest degree. Granted I don't have the fastest decision making skills makes me vulnerable to a desk job within the P.D. Oh well. Take your pains in stride, right?
I got my driver's N on my first shot earlier this year, and my parents awarded me with a car, a 1987 Jaguar XJ6. Now... I've only been on my own for a few months driving wise, but I've come to a conclusion-- You should -NEVER- give a man a first car that has more horsepower than he has I.Q. If you give him 300 horsepower, he's going to see how many horses is required to blow by traffic at night. To men, cars equal tools of racing, even on a strip of traffic trounced city-- speed is where it's at for us with donning dangles. I've been leaning on selling my car and getting something I'd like. I like those Chevy Cobalts, but I want an automatic. Man, do those look nice.
I should start writing in this damn thing again. What's that? I did? Wow, golly me!
-Justin