Aren't They Soldiers?

This was going to be long until it turned into yet another long, boring, idiotic rant, so I'm snipping it down to the bare facts of what it said.

We call them terrorist. Aren't they soldiers? They're fighting for what they believe in. They're attacking civilian targets--but then, haven't we? They may not have uniforms, and they may not be a member of the Army, but they're no less soldiers than any Americans. They're fighting back in the only ways they can, and if ever a power came along that put American in the position of countries such as Iraq, we'd do exactly the same thing.
And they're the terrorists and we're the protectors of freedom.
Something about that just doesn't seem right to me.

But enough of that.

A while back in American Lit, we were reading Transcendentalism--I think that's how it's spelt--poems. A lot of them talked about just up and leaving, and leaving everything behind. And I always wondered just how they could do that.
And now it seems that more and more I want to do just that. Take off, and leave behind everything that I know.

But we all know I'd come back. I'm too lazy to dedicate myself to anything like that. Hours after leaving I'd be on the internet talking to everyone I'm supposed to be leaving behind.

So. Serious topics have been officially covered. We now return you to your regularly scheduled stupidity.

(I forgot to put down what songs I've been listening to. Teh DAMN.)

I Don't Have A Single Thing To Blog About.

But nothing new, there.

In Memoriam arrived a while ago. Really cool game, tho' I haven't played it too much yet. I hardly ever play video games these days unless it's with a friend just messin' around in Multiplayer. (For example, earlier today I spent the better part of an hour competing with a friend to see who could get all the way across the train first in ATV 2 for the PS2.) It's weird looking at all my video games and thinking that I used to play them a lot. I'm not sure why I don't anymore. I just can't devote much time to them, these days. I used to look through gaming magazines and see all these great games that I wanted, and now I just see things that look kinda cool but don't see the point in getting. They're not any worse--well, some of them aren't any worse--I just don't like single player gaming as much these days.

Remember April Fools? Not the stupid first day of April, I mean the writing thing. Yeah. I didn't write a single thing since that post about it. So that 10K goal will never be reached. Hell, I don't think I'll hit 1K. It's depressing, in a God-I-really-suck kind of way. On the bright side, I managed, for the first time ever, to turn an English project in on time, the day it was due, and with only a little procrastination. Well...less than normal procrastination...*ahem* The poem that I liked best out of the ones I wrote--one of the few that I've actually stopped halfway through and thought, "Hey, this is kinda good,"--isn't saved. So I'll post it when I get my project back. Meanwhile, here's a moderately crappy poem. The Unknown. It's .doc, so ignore the link if you can't view that type 'o file. It's a rewrite of the Masters poem The Unknown. Whoo. And for the philosopher in you, I give you, A Can of Root Beer, a parody of a Stephen Crane poem.

Stabbed out your eyes yet?

That's good. I hear that glass eyes are pricy these days.

Anyone heard of this GMail thing? Yeah. Google's ad-ridden mail that actually says it's ad-ridden and tells you that's a good thing. Blogger invited me to try it and then brought me to a non-displayable-page. So...uh...no Gmail for me. Oh, darn.

I'm thinking...

I've never eaten sushi, nor do I want to. Yet, I just had the oddest sushi craving.

I sometimes wonder if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I don't take any medication. Heheh...

Right. Anyways. Tomorrow is a Monday. Therefore; blah.

Strange Condition -- Pete Yorn
Live A Lie -- Default
Song 13 -- The Ataris
Moving On -- Good Charlotte
Trininty Dream -- Don Davis

Ok, Fine.

Turns out that I'm bad at updating more than once or twice a week. Hmm.

No news is good news, right?
Heh. Sure.

Yest--well, Friday--was Large Group Contest in Westby. We got out of the second half of the school day to blow air through our instruments in front of a judge, who gives us a number.

I can make anything sound retarded if I put my mind to it.

Anyway. The acoustics in that gym absolutely sucked. I couldn't hear half of the other sections I was supposed to be playing with it, which made playing the song a bit trickier. I'm guessing we got a second. We weren't quite crappy enough to warrant a third--besides, I don't think the judges ever actually give those at large group (let's hope not)--and nowhere near good enough for a first. Unless, of course, the judge was drunk, a possibility we discussed on the way there. Unlikly, tho'.

But the real excitement happened that night!

....No. No, it didn't. There was no real excitement.

Buuuut. Thursday night. Thursday night was close to exciting. I got called to Burnstad's. Yes! I am now employed! =D I'm going to be working in the Garden Center. I think it's like clerk-plant-watering-ish type work, although I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. Point is, they're gonna be giving me money. Which I kind of need.
I start (well, orientation) on Tuesday. But first I gotta get a work permit and fill out all these form things. Damn child labor laws.

Here's something I'm sure you all want to know. My car is exactly thirty-four miles away from hitting the big 200K. That's right. Thirty-four miles.

Now let's see. What else can I rant about?

Ah, yes. DSL. Or rather, lack thereof. We ordered it the last day of March. They told us our modem would arrive in "7-10 days." Here it is, 18 days later, and I am without modem. Maybe they said weeks. Either way, I'm going to kick them in the shins and then dish out French-guy-from-Monty-Python insults. Their mothers were hamsters and their fathers smelled of elderberry! (Yeah, I said it.)

Also not arriving recently, In Memoriam. A friend of mine sent out a few CDs for me just today. I think they'll be here before the other stuff. =/

I've been trying to get better at the guitar lately. I don't suck anymore. Whoo. (I suck less, anyway.) I've been looking through some of the articles at MXTabs and have discovered something, tho'. I'm really, really bad at chords. I mean, there are some simple ones that I can do just fine. But the others? Yeah, they're crap. And just about every song has one it in somewhere just waiting to annoy me. And another thing. What's with all these songs that require re-tuning the guitar just to play it? Drop D. Half-step lower. Can't they just tab them differently somehow? X_x;
Speaking of which. Know any songs with easy-but-cool guitar parts? Tell me. I need some.

Aaaanything else...

I had something mildly philosophical and thought provoking to post, earlier on. Or maybe it was a few days ago. I don't remember. It was good, tho'. I think. I'm not entirely sure...

Right. Leaving now.

Send It Up -- Vertical Horizon
Hear You Me -- Jimmy Eat World
Somewhere Out There -- Our Lady Peace
Anchor -- Less Than Jake
Body Crumbles -- Dry Cell

Oops.

I've somewhat neglected my poor blog this past week, which is twice as bad then usual, because I abandoned it right after saying I was planning on getting the site fully functional 'n all that. So, we're going to pretend that the past week never happened, in terms of my blog. This post is now the monday after the last post. (Come on. If there was really anything worth posting, don't you think I'd have done so? (And let's be honest, there's never anything really worth posting. Most of the time, I've just got nothing better to do.)

So. Day after Easter. We got a whole two extra days off--in your face, people who get a whole week off--and I, of course, completely wasted those extra days. Didn't do anything. Didn't get working on my April Fools Goal, or my English Project. If those days were just cut out of the calander, and everything that happened on them never happened, my life would not be altered in the slightest way.

Yeah. That's really about it. This entry is taking a little while longer to write because people keep popping up to say things. Can't they see I'm busy? *coughsurecough*

I'm actually almost looking forward to having school again tomorrow. It'll finally be something to do. Besides. This weekend, I have experienced being awake. It's a depressing experience. I look forward to returning to my natural state of sleep deprivation. Next time somebody asks me if I've ever been awake, I'm going to tell them yes, and it sucked, so I stayed up all night.

Still Waiting -- Sum 41
Little Things -- Good Charlotte
Midnight -- Blindside

What Exactly Am I Saving This Daylight For, Again?

Ok. I'm just going to skip over the weekdays after Tuesday. 'Cause I don't really remember too much of what happened. There was something I was going to post, Friday-ish, but I don't remember it. It probably wasn't real important. *nod*

So we'll just do weekend. Saturday, I went bowling and spent the night at Cody's grandparents again. (Yayyy cable internet.) I did pretty crappily at the bowling alley, but then again, I wasn't really expecting to do all that great. And just like last time I was there, it was absolutely impossible for me to sleep. Instead of falling asleep during Final Fantasy (my plan) I ended up staying up watching it. Then afterwards, I tried sleeping. After about a half-hour, I guess I did, but then two hours later I was awoken. Had to leave. x.x So then I drag my half-awake self outside and into my car and over to Burger King to spend the rest of my parent's money on breakfast. =9

And now, back here. Didn't do a whole lot. Ended up having to help disassemble the fence, which was a pain in the ass, but it's done. And I finally got started on getting this blog a proper layout! Probably won't get it done real soon, but I've at least started. I promise that it will be at least .05% less crappy.

Also. There's a forum called April Fools. Basically, you pick a goal of how many words you want to write before the end of the month, than try to achieve that goal. The true fools are the ones going for 75-100K words. I can't help but look at them and think "Holy crap." I couldn't write that much in three years, and they're doing it in a month. A month.
Anyway. I'm going for 10,000 words. It doesn't really seem like much, but that's more than I've written, oh...ever. The first thing I ever wrote and actually kept writing (for a while, at least) was a Star Fox fanfic. It was written over the span of more than two years. That totals 5,000 words, altogether. Half of my goal, and remember that I've got a month, not 2 years.

And I'm going to do it. I'll kick myself in the head till my skull's shaped like an ostrich if I don't. (Why ostrich? No clue. *Shrug*) I let myself down enough as it is, and this is one goal that I'm going to achieve, even if it kills me.

The story that I'm counting words for already had about 2,000 words before April. By May, if it doesn't have over 12,000, I'm going to be seriously angry with myself.

And you never know. Maybe this'll be the start of a Chris that actually, like...achieves goals. Has ambition.

Heh, yeah, I know, I'm just talkin' crazy now.

Here's my goal meter thing, so you get an idea of how much I have left to go.

331 / 10,000 (3.3%)

Wish me luck.

Music:
Every Dog Has Its Day -- Flogging Molly
Every Morning -- Sugar Ray
Room 19 -- No Use For A Name
Go Away -- SR-71
Shotgun -- Less Than Jake