heh, i find this clip to be the perfect metaphor for my interactions in the Current Events Board. Granted, the two presenters are much more tactful than I have been, but then again, given my audience, I never felt the need to be tactful~
theres no real point to this new blog post other than to get my previous one off my "Main". its not exactly the first impression i want to make to whomever clicks on my name. heh.
For most of my young adult life, I was in training to become an Artist. As a high school student, I attended a school offering programs in Performing as well as Visual Arts. Along with basic academic courses such as math, science, history, I also had two studio classes a day dedicated towards the visual arts - such as painting, drawing, and sculpture.... Read More
I just read your blog... summed-up as a personal philosophy, I guess. it's very insightful. Brings to mind the concept of the God Shiva. Creation and destruction. Each go hand in hand, right..?
Update us on your service if it doesn't violate your communications standards. Heard they're cracking down on message boards and chat rooms in the service.
"Ok, stop here." says Sgt. Brooks, and as soon as the humvee engine turns off, he exits the vehicle to examine the other side of the bridge we're supposed to be blocking off.
"Hey, Leo." whispers your friend Joe.
"Yea?"
"So what do you think of the name?"
"Eh?"
"You know, 'Lauren', the Feminst Man Hating Bitch from Hell."
Your heart is racing. Sweat beads on your forehead. Your legs ache. You run faster. Breathe. The sweat begins descending down your face. You feel it dripping over your eyelids. Your heart is pounding. Breathe harder. The sweat stings your eyes; you close them tight, and keep moving, faster. You increase the speed. You try to keep your balance while reaching for... Read More
The Public Transportation System in Puerto Rico is new. Or better yet, its new to me since I haven't been home in almost seven years and I don't remember it being around back then. So I decided to hop on the psuedo subway train thing and head down to Old San Juan. It was either that or stay with my grandmother all... Read More
You open your eyes. Still dark. You raise your wrist and click the indiglo switch. Twenty minutes past midnight. Damn. Only ten minutes to go, not enough time to fall asleep again. Hate it when that happens.
At thirty past, its revelie. The Marine on watch turns on the lights and the entire platoon begins waking from their slumber,... Read More
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