Enough said.
OZ till the day I die, bitches!
~Nick
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Quick Update
I forgot. About Dec. 3 entry? Yeah, I fully pulled an epic fail on that.
More to it, but I'll explain later
~Nick
More to it, but I'll explain later
~Nick
FUBAR...
Current Song: (*Fin) by Anberlin
Current Mood: Not quite sure
Events of the Day:
-Really'd rather not talk about them
So, it's been a few days. And nothing too epic has happened until today. And, without going into further detail, the events that have transpired are more than life-changing.
That's all I have to say.
OZ till the day I die, bitches.
~Nick
Post-Script: I'll talk about it in a few days. I need some time.
Current Mood: Not quite sure
Events of the Day:
-Really'd rather not talk about them
So, it's been a few days. And nothing too epic has happened until today. And, without going into further detail, the events that have transpired are more than life-changing.
That's all I have to say.
OZ till the day I die, bitches.
~Nick
Post-Script: I'll talk about it in a few days. I need some time.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
My bad...
Current Song: Prayer by Disturbed
Current Mood: Relaxed
Events of the Day:
-Lack of sleep
-Taco Bell
-Chaw and COD4
-Friends
-Wild Boys
-Facebook
-Music all day and night
Sorry, it's been almost a week. My bad, friends.
If you are friends with me on Facebook, then you should probably know that I've decided to make my status updates either Disturbed lyrics, or lines of my own poetry. I know...a bit homosexual for a guy, but I've expressed myself through various arts my entire life, so like it or not, that's how it is. Quit your bitchin', Nancy.
Nothing too new about the last post. Things are more or less up in the air and I'm still seeing where they go and how it all turns out. I know this is stupid, but hold on for about 17 seconds: I'm gonna throw a chew.
...
Mmm. Grizzly wintergreen. Cheap, strong, and wintergreen-y. And I still think it's better than smoking (which I've done since I was 15 and recently quit).
Okay, so this is kind of vague and more than a little overthinking, but I was reading a birthday card my friend made me. It's taped up on my little bulletin board thing in my room. It reads:
"Happy Birthday Nick!! Thanks for always believing in me! You are a great friend! ror: raff out roud! I (heart) u Nick"
So, I love and adore this friend, she's amazing. But what is bugging me (and it shouldn't) is that she's thanking me for being a friend. For believing in her. I don't think I should be slated for any thanks whatsoever to any of my friends. I am what I expect of them. I believe in them, because I know they believe in me. There's no need to thank me for doing what's expected of me.
I am friends with you because I choose to be. Because I find value in you and I believe that we both benefit from being friends. Because I enjoy your companionship; I appreciate your loyalty and your help; I am grateful for the support and I am made stronger with you at my side. But I never say this to you because I don't expect it from you.
Please permit some ego here, but I am extremely loyal, maybe the most loyal person you know. If you come to me with something serious that you need my help with, I'll do it. No questions asked. If you believe it's important to you, it'll happen. I don't care what the consequences are, bad or good. I'll get it done. Money, backup, support, putting in a good word, talking to someone, second in a fight, it doesn't matter.
I'm great to talk to. I'll listen to what you have to say and I'll give you my opinion on the matter (why else would you talk to me about it if you didn't want to hear it?). I don't care if you don't want to hear it, if you talk to me about something, i'm going to put in my two cents on it. If it's a secret, I'll keep it secret. To the grave. Never in my life will I betray your trust.
I'll believe in you. I'll support you in whatever you want to do. Obviously, I'll do it within reason; if you're going to like, kill someone, I'm going to talk you out of it or, failing that, I'll tie you to a post or something to stop you. If you want to do something with your life- get a job, or need to make a serious decision, or something else- I'll support you 110%. If it means that much to you, I'm going to support you and help you out if you need it. If you can't find the faith in yourself with some situation or whatever, I'll point it out to you.
Now, having said all that, I'm over my little ego trip. I want you to know that if I'm friends with you, then you have the same qualities and traits that I have because I wouldn't be friends with you if you didn't.
So please, there is never any reason to have to thank me for anything. Ever. If I go out of my way to help you in any way, shape, or form, it's because I choose to. I don't want to be thanked for making a decision I know all of you would make for me if I was in the same position. I just want us to be friends for life. And we will be. Please, please, PLEASE don't embarrass me by thanking me. Now, if you do, no worries; it humbles me. But it really is quite unneeded. As my friend, you should know that I'm here for you for anything, by my choice and no one else's. There's no obligations, no stipulations or by-laws requiring me to do what is expected of me.
OZ till the day I die bitches!
~Nick
Current Mood: Relaxed
Events of the Day:
-Lack of sleep
-Taco Bell
-Chaw and COD4
-Friends
-Wild Boys
-Music all day and night
Sorry, it's been almost a week. My bad, friends.
If you are friends with me on Facebook, then you should probably know that I've decided to make my status updates either Disturbed lyrics, or lines of my own poetry. I know...a bit homosexual for a guy, but I've expressed myself through various arts my entire life, so like it or not, that's how it is. Quit your bitchin', Nancy.
Nothing too new about the last post. Things are more or less up in the air and I'm still seeing where they go and how it all turns out. I know this is stupid, but hold on for about 17 seconds: I'm gonna throw a chew.
...
Mmm. Grizzly wintergreen. Cheap, strong, and wintergreen-y. And I still think it's better than smoking (which I've done since I was 15 and recently quit).
Okay, so this is kind of vague and more than a little overthinking, but I was reading a birthday card my friend made me. It's taped up on my little bulletin board thing in my room. It reads:
"Happy Birthday Nick!! Thanks for always believing in me! You are a great friend! ror: raff out roud! I (heart) u Nick"
So, I love and adore this friend, she's amazing. But what is bugging me (and it shouldn't) is that she's thanking me for being a friend. For believing in her. I don't think I should be slated for any thanks whatsoever to any of my friends. I am what I expect of them. I believe in them, because I know they believe in me. There's no need to thank me for doing what's expected of me.
I am friends with you because I choose to be. Because I find value in you and I believe that we both benefit from being friends. Because I enjoy your companionship; I appreciate your loyalty and your help; I am grateful for the support and I am made stronger with you at my side. But I never say this to you because I don't expect it from you.
Please permit some ego here, but I am extremely loyal, maybe the most loyal person you know. If you come to me with something serious that you need my help with, I'll do it. No questions asked. If you believe it's important to you, it'll happen. I don't care what the consequences are, bad or good. I'll get it done. Money, backup, support, putting in a good word, talking to someone, second in a fight, it doesn't matter.
I'm great to talk to. I'll listen to what you have to say and I'll give you my opinion on the matter (why else would you talk to me about it if you didn't want to hear it?). I don't care if you don't want to hear it, if you talk to me about something, i'm going to put in my two cents on it. If it's a secret, I'll keep it secret. To the grave. Never in my life will I betray your trust.
I'll believe in you. I'll support you in whatever you want to do. Obviously, I'll do it within reason; if you're going to like, kill someone, I'm going to talk you out of it or, failing that, I'll tie you to a post or something to stop you. If you want to do something with your life- get a job, or need to make a serious decision, or something else- I'll support you 110%. If it means that much to you, I'm going to support you and help you out if you need it. If you can't find the faith in yourself with some situation or whatever, I'll point it out to you.
Now, having said all that, I'm over my little ego trip. I want you to know that if I'm friends with you, then you have the same qualities and traits that I have because I wouldn't be friends with you if you didn't.
So please, there is never any reason to have to thank me for anything. Ever. If I go out of my way to help you in any way, shape, or form, it's because I choose to. I don't want to be thanked for making a decision I know all of you would make for me if I was in the same position. I just want us to be friends for life. And we will be. Please, please, PLEASE don't embarrass me by thanking me. Now, if you do, no worries; it humbles me. But it really is quite unneeded. As my friend, you should know that I'm here for you for anything, by my choice and no one else's. There's no obligations, no stipulations or by-laws requiring me to do what is expected of me.
OZ till the day I die bitches!
~Nick
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Mind on fire...
Current Song: Everlong (acoustic) by Foo Fighters/Dave Grohl
Current Mood: Poetical
Events of the Day:
-Cashed check
-Ate
-Chew and COD4
-Achievement hunting
-Smoked
So, I decided that I will either have Disturbed lyrics or my own poetry as my facebook status from now. I figure I can send people a broad message or emotion with Disturbed...or more personal ones with my poetry. And yes, you can tell the difference.
Ah, so we have arrived at the massive update. Sorry for postponing; I had some things to take care of, as mentioned before. Just things to think through.
Firstly: Marine Corps. I am going to enlist, go through basic, and be placed in the Reserves so I can finish school. It's the only way that I can have a steady, adequate supply of money for school. It also takes the pressure off of my parents, since they are strapped for money as it is and what with my sister graduating high school next year...yeah, I've decided this is for the best. Now, most people think that this is my last resort option. ERRRR!! Wrong! I've wanted to serve since I was in middle school. I always knew I would, it was just a matter of when. I'm excited to finally be trained and ready to serve my country and protect my friends, family, and brothers. So, please don't worry about me, I'll be fine. And if you bring up the point that I might get shot, or die...well, it's part of the job, I have no illusions about it. And I've accepted the Marine Corps and what my job will mean, and I've dealt with it already. So there.
Secondly: Friend. I found out some disturbing news about a friend of mine. Not that they've been like, in danger of hurting someone...just themselves. And it worries me because I, along with another friend, are so far away from them...there's not much we can do but talk and hope for the best. If could get home, I would, but my financial and school situations keep me here, but it kills me that I can't be there and help remedy the situation. I'm feeling sort of helpless, and for those of you that know me well, you know that it's not the first time that I've felt like this.
Thirdly: Another friend. His dad is divorcing for the second time. Now this wouldn't be so bad if his step-mom was not the mother of his younger sisters. This guy loves his half-sisters and would do anything to help or protect them. He has always been there for them and has helped raise them, in the hopes that they wouldn't have to deal with the same upbringing and problems he has been forced to face with his parents. Unfortunately, he's very torn up because his worst fears are coming true. And worse for me...there's nothing I can do about it. I confess I don't know how to help him in any way, not emotionally. I suppose the only thing I can do is support him through this and help him cope. But there's nothing I can do with the fact that his attempts to keep his sisters away from bad experiences (i.e., divorced parents) did not bear fruit. There's not much he can do either. Again, it bugs me that I have to sit idly by while this happens to his family.
Well, there are some more things, but I'm sorry, I can't say what they are. I've promised not to talk to anyone, and I'm pretty sure anyone includes putting it on a blog that any one of 10,000 people can read. So, if they are resolved, then I'll say something. If not...well, then you lucked out.
Happy Thanksgiving albeit a day late. I hope you're all fat and ripe and chosen first by the aliens when they come to harvest the human population for energy resources. Have fun with that. I'll be on the Millennium Falcon blasting into hyperspace towards the Enterprise which will in turn hyperspace away to the Stargate. By the time I make it back here, the aliens will have left. What a master plan. I. Am. A. Genius.
OZ till the day I die, bitches!
~Nick
Current Mood: Poetical
Events of the Day:
-Cashed check
-Ate
-Chew and COD4
-Achievement hunting
-Smoked
So, I decided that I will either have Disturbed lyrics or my own poetry as my facebook status from now. I figure I can send people a broad message or emotion with Disturbed...or more personal ones with my poetry. And yes, you can tell the difference.
Ah, so we have arrived at the massive update. Sorry for postponing; I had some things to take care of, as mentioned before. Just things to think through.
Firstly: Marine Corps. I am going to enlist, go through basic, and be placed in the Reserves so I can finish school. It's the only way that I can have a steady, adequate supply of money for school. It also takes the pressure off of my parents, since they are strapped for money as it is and what with my sister graduating high school next year...yeah, I've decided this is for the best. Now, most people think that this is my last resort option. ERRRR!! Wrong! I've wanted to serve since I was in middle school. I always knew I would, it was just a matter of when. I'm excited to finally be trained and ready to serve my country and protect my friends, family, and brothers. So, please don't worry about me, I'll be fine. And if you bring up the point that I might get shot, or die...well, it's part of the job, I have no illusions about it. And I've accepted the Marine Corps and what my job will mean, and I've dealt with it already. So there.
Secondly: Friend. I found out some disturbing news about a friend of mine. Not that they've been like, in danger of hurting someone...just themselves. And it worries me because I, along with another friend, are so far away from them...there's not much we can do but talk and hope for the best. If could get home, I would, but my financial and school situations keep me here, but it kills me that I can't be there and help remedy the situation. I'm feeling sort of helpless, and for those of you that know me well, you know that it's not the first time that I've felt like this.
Thirdly: Another friend. His dad is divorcing for the second time. Now this wouldn't be so bad if his step-mom was not the mother of his younger sisters. This guy loves his half-sisters and would do anything to help or protect them. He has always been there for them and has helped raise them, in the hopes that they wouldn't have to deal with the same upbringing and problems he has been forced to face with his parents. Unfortunately, he's very torn up because his worst fears are coming true. And worse for me...there's nothing I can do about it. I confess I don't know how to help him in any way, not emotionally. I suppose the only thing I can do is support him through this and help him cope. But there's nothing I can do with the fact that his attempts to keep his sisters away from bad experiences (i.e., divorced parents) did not bear fruit. There's not much he can do either. Again, it bugs me that I have to sit idly by while this happens to his family.
Well, there are some more things, but I'm sorry, I can't say what they are. I've promised not to talk to anyone, and I'm pretty sure anyone includes putting it on a blog that any one of 10,000 people can read. So, if they are resolved, then I'll say something. If not...well, then you lucked out.
Happy Thanksgiving albeit a day late. I hope you're all fat and ripe and chosen first by the aliens when they come to harvest the human population for energy resources. Have fun with that. I'll be on the Millennium Falcon blasting into hyperspace towards the Enterprise which will in turn hyperspace away to the Stargate. By the time I make it back here, the aliens will have left. What a master plan. I. Am. A. Genius.
OZ till the day I die, bitches!
~Nick
Monday, November 24, 2008
Slightly disturbed...
Current Song: Facade by Disturbed
Current Mood: Worried
Events of the Day:
-Woke up without a hang over +
-Talked to a brother back home +
-Showered +
-Got a Korean chicken plate @ QZ +
-Played Call of Duty +
-Chewed tobacco +
-Walked back to my dorm -
-Bad news
So, some new...things, have developed. And now I'm trying to think through them. All of this on top of some other shit that has also emerged recently. Got a loooooot of "things" on my mind. Sooner or later (by Breaking Benjamin, check it out, it's a good song), I'll write about them. But for now, I'll be taking a short break until there is progress in some of these...things.
Sorry for any of you who have been paying attention to the blog that I just made specially for you. Should only be a few days until I'm back.
OZ till the day I die, bitches!
~Nick
Current Mood: Worried
Events of the Day:
-Woke up without a hang over +
-Talked to a brother back home +
-Showered +
-Got a Korean chicken plate @ QZ +
-Played Call of Duty +
-Chewed tobacco +
-Walked back to my dorm -
-Bad news
So, some new...things, have developed. And now I'm trying to think through them. All of this on top of some other shit that has also emerged recently. Got a loooooot of "things" on my mind. Sooner or later (by Breaking Benjamin, check it out, it's a good song), I'll write about them. But for now, I'll be taking a short break until there is progress in some of these...things.
Sorry for any of you who have been paying attention to the blog that I just made specially for you. Should only be a few days until I'm back.
OZ till the day I die, bitches!
~Nick
Friday, November 21, 2008
Always Be Safe
Current Song: The Grudge by Tool
Current Mood: Relaxed
Events of the Day:
-Taco Bell
-Call of Duty 4
-Chew
-More COD 4
-Wal-Mart run
-Pork Hash
-Nacht der Untoten
-Even more COD 4
-More chew
-Bedroom
So, I borrowed Hart's moped to go to Wal-Mart since he had to work and couldn't go. We cleaned his fish tank and it needed a new filter cartridge, hence the need to go to Wal-Mart. I drove the moped to Ala Moana, which is a fair distance from campus and at night AND with a lot of traffic going every which way. All the while, I was wearing the helmet that Hart gave me. Now, some people with motorcycles, crotch rockets, and mopeds may argue that wearing a helmet is stupid/retarded/uncool/unneeded (take your pick, I got more). I would like to refute that right now.
Hart was telling me a few days ago why he wears a helmet when he goes anywhere off campus. "I'd rather look stupid and be safe than be dead." Unarguably, people driving mopeds look ridiculous when wearing a helmet. They are big, bulky, stuffy, restricting, and more than a little embarrassing to wear. But if one of those people were to slide out while taking a turn and fall to the ground and hit their head, then they are undoubtedly better off than those not wearing one. The human head is a fragile thing. The skin only slightly protects the skull from damage, and the skull in turn can only do so much to prevent harm to the brain. And the brain is the key to our bodies' functioning. Now, you could be driving a moped through an intersection and hit a car while going 10 mph. It might be that not much happens, save for a few cuts and bruises. But what if you're on a street bike and you're plowing down the highway at 55 and you wipe out and start going headfirst towards the road? You're fucked if you don't have a helmet. You might get lucky, but luck doesn't always hold out for you. Wear a helmet. I think you'd rather end up in the hospital with a broken collarbone and a bunch of stitches than with your face torn off and in a coma for ten years. Or worse, you could be dead. I'm not saying that helmets make you invincible. But they definitely decrease your chances of serious harm to your face, neck, and brain. In many cases, they are life savers.
So, the point I'm making is this: ridiculous or not, peer pressure or not, if you own any motorized vehicle with only two wheels and you are out on the road, WEAR A HELMET! It might just be the best decision of your life. Think of it as Hart tells it: would you rather be safe and look silly or put yourself at serious risk?
So, that's my rant for today/tonight/this morning. I'm sorry I have to cut this off, but I've been putting off Facebook chatting with my sister.
Peace.
Current Mood: Relaxed
Events of the Day:
-Taco Bell
-Call of Duty 4
-Chew
-More COD 4
-Wal-Mart run
-Pork Hash
-Nacht der Untoten
-Even more COD 4
-More chew
-Bedroom
So, I borrowed Hart's moped to go to Wal-Mart since he had to work and couldn't go. We cleaned his fish tank and it needed a new filter cartridge, hence the need to go to Wal-Mart. I drove the moped to Ala Moana, which is a fair distance from campus and at night AND with a lot of traffic going every which way. All the while, I was wearing the helmet that Hart gave me. Now, some people with motorcycles, crotch rockets, and mopeds may argue that wearing a helmet is stupid/retarded/uncool/unneeded (take your pick, I got more). I would like to refute that right now.
Hart was telling me a few days ago why he wears a helmet when he goes anywhere off campus. "I'd rather look stupid and be safe than be dead." Unarguably, people driving mopeds look ridiculous when wearing a helmet. They are big, bulky, stuffy, restricting, and more than a little embarrassing to wear. But if one of those people were to slide out while taking a turn and fall to the ground and hit their head, then they are undoubtedly better off than those not wearing one. The human head is a fragile thing. The skin only slightly protects the skull from damage, and the skull in turn can only do so much to prevent harm to the brain. And the brain is the key to our bodies' functioning. Now, you could be driving a moped through an intersection and hit a car while going 10 mph. It might be that not much happens, save for a few cuts and bruises. But what if you're on a street bike and you're plowing down the highway at 55 and you wipe out and start going headfirst towards the road? You're fucked if you don't have a helmet. You might get lucky, but luck doesn't always hold out for you. Wear a helmet. I think you'd rather end up in the hospital with a broken collarbone and a bunch of stitches than with your face torn off and in a coma for ten years. Or worse, you could be dead. I'm not saying that helmets make you invincible. But they definitely decrease your chances of serious harm to your face, neck, and brain. In many cases, they are life savers.
So, the point I'm making is this: ridiculous or not, peer pressure or not, if you own any motorized vehicle with only two wheels and you are out on the road, WEAR A HELMET! It might just be the best decision of your life. Think of it as Hart tells it: would you rather be safe and look silly or put yourself at serious risk?
So, that's my rant for today/tonight/this morning. I'm sorry I have to cut this off, but I've been putting off Facebook chatting with my sister.
Peace.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
One Question for You: What?
Current Song: Hell by Disturbed
Current Mood: Tired
Events of the Day:
-Slept
-Ate
-Bus
-Beach
-Bus Repeat
-Gaming
-Facebook
So I guess I should explain what this is. This is my blog, and since I am a Kappa Sigma of the Omicron-Zeta Chapter, this is my blogging, Live From the Land of OZ. This is my third attempt at successful blogging. The previous ones have been deleted, mainly because they sucked and I didn't feel the need to ever update them. Also, because they were written by a person so very different from who he is now. So, we'll see where this goes.
Basically, this is just my first post and nothing too important will go on this. Also, I'm exhausted because I spent a lot of time in the sun today and I'm drained.
OZ till the day I die, bitches!
~Nick
Current Mood: Tired
Events of the Day:
-Slept
-Ate
-Bus
-Beach
-Bus Repeat
-Gaming
So I guess I should explain what this is. This is my blog, and since I am a Kappa Sigma of the Omicron-Zeta Chapter, this is my blogging, Live From the Land of OZ. This is my third attempt at successful blogging. The previous ones have been deleted, mainly because they sucked and I didn't feel the need to ever update them. Also, because they were written by a person so very different from who he is now. So, we'll see where this goes.
Basically, this is just my first post and nothing too important will go on this. Also, I'm exhausted because I spent a lot of time in the sun today and I'm drained.
OZ till the day I die, bitches!
~Nick
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