When you have doubts, when you think something is just not certain.
Talk about it, sometimes it pays off to simply hear the other persons passion in their voice, it helps you to get things grounded, and it can invoke that little spark of hope that things will work out for the best.
More and more i am seeing profiles where the owner is just some little teenage girl who has just been dumped and has decided to "go goth".
I myself am not goth, im too lazy and cheap to buy the clothes and make myself look different then i am when i get out of bed in the morning.
But seriously, enough with the "why me" profiles and the weekend tourists, you either have an interest in this stuff or you dont, you cant just switch overnight.
I am watching a Documentary about Vietnam, both the war and its effects in the Us.
The documentary revolves around the "Black Lion" battalion and their deaths in 67.
The battle that killed the black lions was roughly a 10:1 ratio of Vietcong to American troops.
Anyone who has seen movie "We Were Soldiers Once...and Young " knows the battle im talking about.
Anyway, i have read the book that this movie was based on, after having read the book i saw the movie, and i thought it was a disgrace.
Now having seen the documentary i have even more contempt for the movie. The movie is fluff, nothing but stupid propaganda and yay America rubbish.
Anyone who wants to watch that movie to learn more about the war should just track down this documentary instead.
I am not bashing America in this, yes they made mistakes in vietnam but they also lost a lot of young 18,19 year old boys.
I am not bashing the Vietcong either, they fought a good fight and they too suffered in it.
All i intend for this tiny little rant to do is have people question what you see in the movies and to find other sources of information.
Ive always wanted to make a trilogy of films, all cliched pop-corn movies, but with a twist.
The first movie would have no black people.
The second would have no females.
The third would have nothing but black, lesbian gimps.
I ate some pizza 7 hours ago. Now every time i burp it tastes like bacon flavour crisps.
The kind of crisps made of artificial constituted potatoes ground into a paste, made into fun shapes for kids and then deep fried.
The particular brand of crisps i taste when i burp now were called *"Wheelies"
The following is a mish mash of several journal entries i had intended to write lately, i had intended to go into more depth with these but tough.
I was bored in work a few days ago, and i happened across a female magazine under the desk so i flipped through it. It was so full of crap i cant begin to describe it. However what really caught my attention was the puzzle page.
There were several "puzzles" all of which were i can only assume, complied and created by women, for women.
One of the puzzles was a word jumble, fair enough, a simple puzzle, just something to pass the time, i understand that. However the words they wanted you to find were the good part.
It was all household items so among the gems you were to find were such words as:
Iron
Sink
Dish
Brush
Ok, i may not be the most adapt puzzle solver on the planet, but fuck, if someone handed me that and expected it to entertain or challenge me id be insulted.
The next puzzle that caught my eye was based around that oh so tricky process of counting.
There was a photograph of a pile of sweets and you were asked how many there were. I looked, i looked and i looked and i looked but i couldn’t see the catch, i was expecting there to be some clever optical illusion that made it seem like there were twice as many sweets as it appeared etc... But no, i counted them, there were 42. I went to the answer page. The answer was....42.
I seriously doubt it was a reference to Hitchhikers guide, but i would except the puzzle if it had a little jokey link, but no. Just 42 sweets, nothing more.
Last thing i was planning to write about. The road leading out of my village is closed, that means i cant walk home from work. This means if i am in work late, i cant get the bus home easily and i cant walk home, so i had to get a Taxi the other night.
I was sitting there, watching the counter tick. And i thought it was like a bomb in reverse.
The numbers went upwards, didn’t count down, but at the end of the counting you still die a little.
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The proof that i have not been myself.
I have not suspended anyone in over a week, possibly more.
I have material for 3 journal entries, but i just cant bring myself to write them.
I have not read anything since i have started to feel this way, i got 2/3 of the way through a batman graphic novel, took me 3 days to pick it up and finish it, i haven’t gotten any new books from the library and i haven’t re-read any of the ones i already own.
I swear, the hardest thing i have to do these days is get out of bed.
I have no right to complain, compared to others i have it easy. Yet it is just so hard to face things lately.
I just had my first ever conversation with flannery.
And against all the odds i enjoyed it, usually i hate the phone.
I am tired, i am over heated and i am dehydrated. It seemed that one thing after another piled up today. I wont complain too much and i wont give details, but i am tired, but not sleepy, bored, but with nothing i want to do.
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