This proves that the impossible really isn’t as impossible as we all think it is: I actually fell asleep before midnight last night. I felt so exhausted as of 11:30 that I decided to just shut down the laptop, listen to the rain outside my window, and fall asleep. I actually got 11 hours of sleep last night. But, sadly enough, I don’t feel any better today. I still feel like I’m out of energy, my ribs hurt, and I’m sore all over. Either I got too much sleep, or I have whatever disease/virus that my brother has but I’m just fighting it off better.
I haven’t done much today. I tried to work through an assignment that I had to get done – a newsletter for that youth group I’m with. I got done with one side of it but there’s just nothing else to write about. So I quit and went downstairs to check on Steve. He was fine, but I ended up spending the afternoon in the basement watching ‘Basic Training’ with him. It was interesting, but not much to say about it. I didn’t learn much about basic training because I’ve known a lot of military people and even a few drill sergeants. It was all old hat to me, although I was really shocked to listen to what the recruits had to say about what they were and were not expecting. One of the women actually said she wasn’t expecting basic training to deal with “so many guns” and “violence.” Steven and I actually laughed; what else is it supposed to be? Army basic training is meant to train killing machines, not just top teach you when to wear which hat or how to salute.
Normally I wouldn’t have much to blog about today, but there’s a lot on my mind, so it’s time for another list of random thoughts.
– I am so sick of junk mail. If it weren’t for so many people who need to know my email address I’d delete my AOL account and start a new one. This morning I had 30 pieces of crap piled up in my inbox, and that’s a light day. What makes it worse is that none of it was new, happy, personal mail. Not even a bit of fan mail from the Daily Prophet. All I had to do was go through and hit “delete” over and over again.
– In the same vein, viruses are evil. Half of that junk mail is always entirely at the fault of those crappy attachments. Either “This game enjoyable. Download it.” or “I need your help.” Most of the time these are in broken English, which is normally a good sign that it’s crap, but not for me. I know tons of people overseas where English is their third or fourth language. Thankfully I haven’t gotten any viruses because I haven’t downloaded anything, but it’s still a pain in the butt.
– I took an online test today and it says I’m 84% dateable. Then why don’t I have any dates? 🙂
– There were 1,300,000 casualities and 90,000 deaths during the Gulf War that were caused by the Iraqis’ use of chemical weapons. They’re still using chemical weapons. How can people forget that?
– I’ve been thinking about Philip for a while now (I won’t mention his last name – most of you will know who I mean) and it’s making me sick. And it makes me realize just how many other people I’ve met like him. So, I’ve decided that I hate businessmen. I’m sick of people making promises without any intentions to keep them. I’m tired of people telling me how wonderful I am and then doing nothing for it. I’m tired of being promised the sun, moon, and stars when really all they want from me is the opposite. You don’t have to get my hopes up just so I’ll pay attention to you. You don’t have to do anything but tell the truth to make me trust you. And by all means, don’t make promises just to make me do what you want. Like Philip. He made all sorts of promises in Cambridge, online after the trip, and even making these promises in public, in front of the press. Then what happens? He got my hopes up just so I would trust him, get on his side, and then do his dirtywork. I busted my butt to make the last few months of his company’s life a living hell for their investors, CEOs, and lawyers, trying to get back what was promised, and then he did nothing that he said he would. He didn’t back me up, he didn’t help me like he said he would; he left me stranded. It’s happened so many times since and I’m losing my optimism when it comes to adults in general. I haven’t met many that weren’t devious creeps; bottom-feeders only looking out for their own interests and stepping on everyone along the way. I’m sick of being the one that’s stepped on, but I refuse to step on anyone else. Maybe that’s why I’m stuck.
– I’m craving Vietnamese funny noodles and I have no idea why.
Okay, that didn’t go as well as I had hoped it would.
My parents might be buying a car that I can actually drive, thank goodness. Our new mechanic has another client that’s trying to sell an old Jaguar. It’ll be real cheap, under $3,000 I think they said. It’s the perfect size for me to learn to drive in, now I just hope they get it.
I think I’m going to go rent a movie now.