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So im sitting here on a Monday night drinking Scotch and thinking about how long its been since I last updated my LiveJournal. . .2 months, eleven days since I last made any meaningful post here by my count.
Things are comming along with alot of things happening for me in very rapid succession.
Ive just began my last semester here at Sam before I graduate with my Bachelor of Science in Political Science with a minor in Philosophy. Im really excited about that. Before 2003, I was content to stay here forever. However now, I cant get out of here fast enough. I want a car and a place of my own and an income with which I can buy a truely divinely beautiful woman that I'm in love with nice things. I want to taste adulthood. I want the burden of bills and expenses. . .
Not long ago, I heard from the Harris County Sheriff's Department requesting me to come into the Academy to continue the application process that I had started with them during the Winter Break. The written tests they'll put me through, im sure ill pass easily. The physical part troubles me though. The strength portion I'll pass easily. The weightlifting I do on a regular basis exceeds the minimum requirements asked by the department:
Arm Curl: Min-45lbs/Me-60lbs
Leg Press: Min-140lbs/Me-250lbs
The running portion bothers me though, cause I've never been much of a runner. At 5'4" I can sprint like a sonofabitch, but any kind of distance running has been a problem for me. They require me to be able to be able to run 1.5 miles in 16 min. and some change. I'm been told that I could walk that. While I'm sure that might be true, I want to excel, rather than just make it, so ive got to work on it.
The idea of me being a cop is wierd to be honest. Im sure it would be wierd to more people than just me though. I never thought that this is what I would be doing after I got out of college. I figured I'd go military; USMC to be exact. However I've got friends that would beat the crap out of me and drag me away from the recruiting station if I did that. Ive been told that im too good of a man to go Marine. I revere soldiers, but I can see where they're comming from. The Pentagon tends to regard soldiers as highly as a victim of food poisoning reveres toilet paper. On a personal note, I've long since refused military service to stay close to Her. The war in Iraq has long since proven to be a hole down which kids lives can be tossed for political gain, and I want to be a fully functioning husband for Her should marriage ever happen. As selfish as it must sound, I'm staying out of the military for Her. I want to be safe and whole for Her. The moment that a boot of an enemy of the Constitution stamps print into our ground, I'll be one of the first to stand in defense of our Republic; however, I will not die or be maimed for that piece of shit in the White House, nor would I want anyone else to. Im rambling, however. . .
One thing that bothers me is that I'm sure that alot of people will feel very uncomfortable around me if they knew I was a cop. I think people would stop loving me and worrying about me to spare themselves. Its hard to care for an expenable civil servant and cops are a very hatable, but needed breed. I know I've made some enemies and aliens amongst those who might read this and I feel bad about that, but I know that being a cop is a lonely experience in its own right, given that I'm sure I'd never be invited to parties or any gettogethers specifically because I was a cop; or be invited only to be used for my profession. I fear being alienated because of my profession. Though I accept that as being one of the prices of the job. It makes me want to retreat into myself. My profession as a cop is something that I hope I wouldnt have to hide from those I know for very long. . .
Another thing that has (or will happen) is that my twenty-third birthday will fall upon Saturday, the twenty-first day of this month. Twenty-three years old...its hard to believe that so much time has already passed in my life. Thats strange for me. I've nothing to show for it; in the 77 years I a expected to live in this country, ive nothing to show for the 30% of my life that has passed. That bothers me.At a mere 6 years older than i, Alexander conqured most of the known world by the age of 29 and died at 33. At the age of 30, after visiting a statue of Alexander the Great in Hispania (The Iberian Peninsula, as it was known then), Caesar wept at his lack of accomplishment At the temple of Hercules in Gades. When asked why he would react so, he said, "Do you think I have not just cause to weep, when I consider that Alexander at my age had conquered so many nations, and I have all this time done nothing that is memorable." I have a similar ambition to to good things with as much greatness as many men have done before me.
At the very least, Id like to name my son Alexander. . .
Things are comming along with alot of things happening for me in very rapid succession.
Ive just began my last semester here at Sam before I graduate with my Bachelor of Science in Political Science with a minor in Philosophy. Im really excited about that. Before 2003, I was content to stay here forever. However now, I cant get out of here fast enough. I want a car and a place of my own and an income with which I can buy a truely divinely beautiful woman that I'm in love with nice things. I want to taste adulthood. I want the burden of bills and expenses. . .
Not long ago, I heard from the Harris County Sheriff's Department requesting me to come into the Academy to continue the application process that I had started with them during the Winter Break. The written tests they'll put me through, im sure ill pass easily. The physical part troubles me though. The strength portion I'll pass easily. The weightlifting I do on a regular basis exceeds the minimum requirements asked by the department:
Arm Curl: Min-45lbs/Me-60lbs
Leg Press: Min-140lbs/Me-250lbs
The running portion bothers me though, cause I've never been much of a runner. At 5'4" I can sprint like a sonofabitch, but any kind of distance running has been a problem for me. They require me to be able to be able to run 1.5 miles in 16 min. and some change. I'm been told that I could walk that. While I'm sure that might be true, I want to excel, rather than just make it, so ive got to work on it.
The idea of me being a cop is wierd to be honest. Im sure it would be wierd to more people than just me though. I never thought that this is what I would be doing after I got out of college. I figured I'd go military; USMC to be exact. However I've got friends that would beat the crap out of me and drag me away from the recruiting station if I did that. Ive been told that im too good of a man to go Marine. I revere soldiers, but I can see where they're comming from. The Pentagon tends to regard soldiers as highly as a victim of food poisoning reveres toilet paper. On a personal note, I've long since refused military service to stay close to Her. The war in Iraq has long since proven to be a hole down which kids lives can be tossed for political gain, and I want to be a fully functioning husband for Her should marriage ever happen. As selfish as it must sound, I'm staying out of the military for Her. I want to be safe and whole for Her. The moment that a boot of an enemy of the Constitution stamps print into our ground, I'll be one of the first to stand in defense of our Republic; however, I will not die or be maimed for that piece of shit in the White House, nor would I want anyone else to. Im rambling, however. . .
One thing that bothers me is that I'm sure that alot of people will feel very uncomfortable around me if they knew I was a cop. I think people would stop loving me and worrying about me to spare themselves. Its hard to care for an expenable civil servant and cops are a very hatable, but needed breed. I know I've made some enemies and aliens amongst those who might read this and I feel bad about that, but I know that being a cop is a lonely experience in its own right, given that I'm sure I'd never be invited to parties or any gettogethers specifically because I was a cop; or be invited only to be used for my profession. I fear being alienated because of my profession. Though I accept that as being one of the prices of the job. It makes me want to retreat into myself. My profession as a cop is something that I hope I wouldnt have to hide from those I know for very long. . .
Another thing that has (or will happen) is that my twenty-third birthday will fall upon Saturday, the twenty-first day of this month. Twenty-three years old...its hard to believe that so much time has already passed in my life. Thats strange for me. I've nothing to show for it; in the 77 years I a expected to live in this country, ive nothing to show for the 30% of my life that has passed. That bothers me.At a mere 6 years older than i, Alexander conqured most of the known world by the age of 29 and died at 33. At the age of 30, after visiting a statue of Alexander the Great in Hispania (The Iberian Peninsula, as it was known then), Caesar wept at his lack of accomplishment At the temple of Hercules in Gades. When asked why he would react so, he said, "Do you think I have not just cause to weep, when I consider that Alexander at my age had conquered so many nations, and I have all this time done nothing that is memorable." I have a similar ambition to to good things with as much greatness as many men have done before me.
At the very least, Id like to name my son Alexander. . .