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