LJ STILL EXISTS!....people still go on it...
i actually have to write something to prove i exist
unlike in facebook.
I'll write about what has happened over the course of one year again! (even though its not the new year this time) (and oh gosh (oh goodness) ive changed so much from my other entries...)
The truth is, ending high school screwed up my internal 'growing up' clock and I really miss being able to 'Look back on yet another school year and all that I've learned and been through'. (It's all the Armys fault...fuck the army)
a year ago...was June 2007. High school was just over (I slept in on graduation practice and had ended up watching the ceremony from the audience...My teachers saw me and were very confused because as antisocial as I could be, they didn't think I would fail out of graduating.)
Of course by then I didnt really comprehend the overness. Because 9th period sessions of fooling around during P.E. with Preethi and Krista were still fresh in my memories.
I lost my camcorder and was forced to actually participate in social life for the last month I spent in Naperville before boot camp. (Instead of just storing it for later usage...although I have to say that I did create a really awesome music video summarizing my last two years of high school with that sucker, which you all better watch 50 years from now and still laugh at it (especially my spelling errors))
I miraculously met Tori the last night and we talked for hours about the future again.
I said the military was a bad idea. oh shitz why can't I follow my own advice?
made a website...it is pretty damn hot. (http://www.free-n-happy.com/bingles/sitetrial1.html)
Boot camp was a breeze...in many ways...BUT ANNOYING AS FUCK! (I was the physical fitness valedictorian by some freak of nature... and got some leadership skills by being in charge of telling 14 other people what the person above me tells me to tell them to do)(the army claims to teach leadership skills. but in reality it teaches you how to be a sheep)
Never underestimate the craziness of people's lives in lower class America.
(crazy violence, 15 year old mothers, fathers trying to kill their sons, alot of prisoners, watching your husband commit suicide while you are trying to pull back the gun, living on the streets, and more...all within my platoon)
never underestimate the power of a person's pride. (motherfuckers got into fights over the most trivial matters)
No wonder other countries look at our culture strangely. (I thought that was because of Britney Spears)
Medic school was long and boring. I got even more annoyed of the army. (I can't stand the smell of hand sanitizer cus I always smelled like that during training...it brings back those emotions of stuffiness and unfreedomness)
anyways, I studied alot and was the valedictorian (again) this time for my test taking skills. (i forgot alot of what i learned by now, I am going to review. ) (alot)
The Army made me wimpy. I used to be like "yeah! lets go running! I can do this! yay for physical harship and camping and staying up late!" now everything that reminds me of basic training really gets on my nerves (especially walking around with alot of weight on my back) I also got alot worse at running. (My dad was looking forward to me coming back and standing up straight like a proud soldier...I still slouch...and now my back hurts)
I went home and was escatic for about a week until I realized that Annie wasnt going to try to talk to me more even though I was home now (and proved that the Army hasnt turned me into a cold blooded killer...or made me any more physically or mentally strong for that matter.) (I was being naive...she has a boyfriend now)
Went to the Evergreen State College...home of hippie, left wing, activist, tree hugging, anarchist, bonfire dancing, moderate, war resisting, gender neutral bathroom stalls.
The first people I made friends with were Anarchists.
First time I met a real communist.
However, starting a revolution failed when the May Day rally went south as Anarchists dressed in black destroyed a few Bank of America windows (cus globalization is the plague...apparantly...) and got pepper sprayed and beaten. (they pepper strayed the revolution!)
a Sit-in in for Free Speech vice principles office got boring. (for me at least...I mean, why should I care about Free Speech?)
I joined the Middle East club and met amazing Annamarie who is going to save the world. (If i was God...or something similar)
I drew an 8 page comic. (and rushed on the last half so it looks like shit) (but my first two pages are amazing)
I met some really cool people (that arent Anarchists...not that I dont like my Anarchists...I just dont beleive in the same things) and lately we've finally started having deep discussions. (but Im leaving next week...in order to have deep discussions with friends at home)
we recently lost the first soldier from my medic class, he was the fiance of my bunk mate.
The overall mood within my class is that the war is a waste and Iraq/ Afghanistan isn't that worth it. And sadness.
I saw the Ocean and slept on the beach. (then it started raining and the tide came up)
I like my class and learned alot about war, and how much it sucks, and how idiotic it is.
(oh fuck I'm going to Iraq.)
(fuck the Army) (fuck...it was my decision)
Don't worry though. Don't worry at all. ( I have no idea what we'll be doing ).
(I might do a mechanics job) I've gotten wimpier. The confident me was in sophomore year.(although that seemed to correlate with my level of idiocy)
I realized I need to beleive at least a bit in human goodness again or else I'll just go crazy and jump off the next precipice I come across. (good thing there arent too many of those around)
It's been a pretty strange year...I've probably done the most this year out of any other school years not including in middle school.
unlike in facebook.
I'll write about what has happened over the course of one year again! (even though its not the new year this time) (and oh gosh (oh goodness) ive changed so much from my other entries...)
The truth is, ending high school screwed up my internal 'growing up' clock and I really miss being able to 'Look back on yet another school year and all that I've learned and been through'. (It's all the Armys fault...fuck the army)
a year ago...was June 2007. High school was just over (I slept in on graduation practice and had ended up watching the ceremony from the audience...My teachers saw me and were very confused because as antisocial as I could be, they didn't think I would fail out of graduating.)
Of course by then I didnt really comprehend the overness. Because 9th period sessions of fooling around during P.E. with Preethi and Krista were still fresh in my memories.
I lost my camcorder and was forced to actually participate in social life for the last month I spent in Naperville before boot camp. (Instead of just storing it for later usage...although I have to say that I did create a really awesome music video summarizing my last two years of high school with that sucker, which you all better watch 50 years from now and still laugh at it (especially my spelling errors))
I miraculously met Tori the last night and we talked for hours about the future again.
I said the military was a bad idea. oh shitz why can't I follow my own advice?
made a website...it is pretty damn hot. (http://www.free-n-happy.com/bingles/sitetrial1.html)
Boot camp was a breeze...in many ways...BUT ANNOYING AS FUCK! (I was the physical fitness valedictorian by some freak of nature... and got some leadership skills by being in charge of telling 14 other people what the person above me tells me to tell them to do)(the army claims to teach leadership skills. but in reality it teaches you how to be a sheep)
Never underestimate the craziness of people's lives in lower class America.
(crazy violence, 15 year old mothers, fathers trying to kill their sons, alot of prisoners, watching your husband commit suicide while you are trying to pull back the gun, living on the streets, and more...all within my platoon)
never underestimate the power of a person's pride. (motherfuckers got into fights over the most trivial matters)
No wonder other countries look at our culture strangely. (I thought that was because of Britney Spears)
Medic school was long and boring. I got even more annoyed of the army. (I can't stand the smell of hand sanitizer cus I always smelled like that during training...it brings back those emotions of stuffiness and unfreedomness)
anyways, I studied alot and was the valedictorian (again) this time for my test taking skills. (i forgot alot of what i learned by now, I am going to review. ) (alot)
The Army made me wimpy. I used to be like "yeah! lets go running! I can do this! yay for physical harship and camping and staying up late!" now everything that reminds me of basic training really gets on my nerves (especially walking around with alot of weight on my back) I also got alot worse at running. (My dad was looking forward to me coming back and standing up straight like a proud soldier...I still slouch...and now my back hurts)
I went home and was escatic for about a week until I realized that Annie wasnt going to try to talk to me more even though I was home now (and proved that the Army hasnt turned me into a cold blooded killer...or made me any more physically or mentally strong for that matter.) (I was being naive...she has a boyfriend now)
Went to the Evergreen State College...home of hippie, left wing, activist, tree hugging, anarchist, bonfire dancing, moderate, war resisting, gender neutral bathroom stalls.
The first people I made friends with were Anarchists.
First time I met a real communist.
However, starting a revolution failed when the May Day rally went south as Anarchists dressed in black destroyed a few Bank of America windows (cus globalization is the plague...apparantly...) and got pepper sprayed and beaten. (they pepper strayed the revolution!)
a Sit-in in for Free Speech vice principles office got boring. (for me at least...I mean, why should I care about Free Speech?)
I joined the Middle East club and met amazing Annamarie who is going to save the world. (If i was God...or something similar)
I drew an 8 page comic. (and rushed on the last half so it looks like shit) (but my first two pages are amazing)
I met some really cool people (that arent Anarchists...not that I dont like my Anarchists...I just dont beleive in the same things) and lately we've finally started having deep discussions. (but Im leaving next week...in order to have deep discussions with friends at home)
we recently lost the first soldier from my medic class, he was the fiance of my bunk mate.
The overall mood within my class is that the war is a waste and Iraq/ Afghanistan isn't that worth it. And sadness.
I saw the Ocean and slept on the beach. (then it started raining and the tide came up)
I like my class and learned alot about war, and how much it sucks, and how idiotic it is.
(oh fuck I'm going to Iraq.)
(fuck the Army) (fuck...it was my decision)
Don't worry though. Don't worry at all. ( I have no idea what we'll be doing ).
(I might do a mechanics job) I've gotten wimpier. The confident me was in sophomore year.(although that seemed to correlate with my level of idiocy)
I realized I need to beleive at least a bit in human goodness again or else I'll just go crazy and jump off the next precipice I come across. (good thing there arent too many of those around)
It's been a pretty strange year...I've probably done the most this year out of any other school years not including in middle school.