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May 20, 2005 19:08

My arm still hurts from being attacked by a clothing rack at the mall in Texas. Owie--there's a big long scratch down the back of my left arm.

So, every day that I spend at home, I sink down further and further into a pit of depression. Depression due to the fact that I'm being thrown out into the hostile world of the world--where America is far, far away. It freaks me out because of the stereotypes that are believed by foreigners of americans. Granted, there are many superficial people here, and obese people, and people who think that America is the best country in the world--aside from that, I don't want to be confronted by some French drunk people and get my ass kicked. It freaks me out. It's a nightmare. That would make a great story to my kids some day though. 'one night while I was out on the town, I got jumped by a group of angry frenchmen who just kept on yelling at me in french. Needless to say, I didn't leave base for the remainder of my tour.'--C'mon--that's fucked up.

Eh-oh well. 2 years isn't that long of a time. It could be longer.

Muah to all.
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