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

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

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.

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