Woo Hoo! So I had a good day. No one bothered me, no one cared for me and I did a hell of a job at all of the tasks thrown at me. I feel very positive. I'm sitting here with some chowder, Honey Dajeeling tea, cake, granola bar, crackers and a yogurt... and I'm not even hungry. I guess you could cal it a snack in-between meals. Don't give me that look, I'm a growing lad, or at least that's what everyone else tells me. The only way I can see that I'm growing is horizontally - it's ever so hard to maintain your boyish figure when there's so much bloody food all around you - but not just regular food, or no, that would be too easy - it's the food that you want to eat all of but won't because then you'd blow up like a ballon. I know you know what I'm talking about, we've all gone through it. I swear this is like my pMs time here, craving various food that either I'm too lazy to make or don't have in this house. Craziness. Oh and speaking of which - that honey dajeeling tea I was talking to you about that's crazy too. It's got chamomile, black tea, honey, water (naturally) and some other geat stuff I can't recall at this present time. It smells like nothing I've ever smelt before, unique but a good aroma nonetheless. But the taste and the smell differ so greatly that I'd think that I'm drinking a different type of tea. Ever have chamomile tea? It's alright, not my fav but it works every now and then. At any rate, that's what this dajeeling thing tastes similar to; chamomile. It's like they forgot most of the other ingredients and just put in that one herb. but enough about me and my tea (which everyone always laughs at) I shall now talk about something else. Well this is my attempt to talk about something else. Not very effective eh? To be totally honest with you, I'm not quite feeling myself. I feel extra happy tonight/today/this afternoon. could have something to do with the fact that I've had four large cups of tea already but I'm trying to get away from that. Truth be known, I know what my mind is doing and for the life of me, I can't seem to stop it. Either that Or I'm totally wrong with what I'm about to say. I think that I'm so far gone, so not happy, bitter and crappy on the inside that I've, well, not convinced myself, but basically rebooted the system of you will. You know how you can be so tired that you don't feel tired. That's actually the point ujst before you collapse due to exaustion but we don't talk about that. I'm thinking it's something like that because this level of exstatic, quick, extremely fast pacing me is not the usual. Don't get me wrong, I move fast (don't worry ladies, not necessarily in all areas)but it's like -vroom- lightening quick. Flash Gorden quick. They use to call me Flash way back when. Oh, those were the days. Remember those days? Back in grade 6-9? I really could have done without my childhood - early teen years. And that's why I don't really mind the fact that I barely remember anything before grade 4.5. It's like mangled memories. OHH-AHH I like that title: one moment please. There we go, much better. I'll probably save the other one I had until after. And that's odd though. I entered a title before I started to write which I never- ever do. I always title things last. I guess that's why I just re-titled it. You know what show is good? I haven't seen it since last year. I remember because I was on the phone with this girl I really liked since grade nine and it was around the first time she started opening up to me and it was whie I was watching this show. But anyway, getting back to what show this is - it's called Spin City w/ Michael J Fox. Oh and speaking of which I've got a joke for you guys. You've probably already heard it and I'm probbaly going to get sued for putting it in here but I just wanted to share a joke with ya. Here goes: Arnold Scwhezenager has a big one. Michael J Fox has a small one. Madonna doesn't have one. and the Pope doesn't use his. >Ideas anyone? The answer is a last name. Ha! Had you going there for a second, didn't I? come on now, we all know that the pope still uses the other thing you were talking about so it couldn't have been that. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have just said that. I can see it now, I'll come back later tonight and there'll be 15 Catholic members bashing me for that little joke about the pope. Don't get me wrong, I"m sure the pope's a good guy and sure, arguablly he's a good leader, but why should he be able to change the doctrine of the faith? I'm sorry, but you're going to have to sell me more then just 'divine intervention.' I mean, I believe in maricles and all, particularly since I met Caroline, but this whole concept is just not... nevermind. But if you ask me, Anglicanism is looking real good right about now. Oh crap, now look what I've done. Bloody hell. Let me explain. The proper etiquette of a gentleman - correction, of anyone gentleman and lady alike is to know what to talk about and when to talk about it. For example, at a party, soiree or gathering it would be very risky, in fact, inadvisable to talk about the following subjects: 1.Politics 2.Sex 3.Religion. Now, if it's a night out with the guys, or your with some friends, or even trying to pick up someone - that's alright, you can. But in a "formaller" (much more formal) setting, this wouldn't be the best things to talk about because of the division of opinions. For all you know, you could be a liberal [republican] and your host or hostess could be a conservative [democrat]. That could cause some heated arguments right there. Anything ranging from deth penalty to... welfare, health care, education - oh the list goes on. But you catch my drift, right? I'm sure you do; that's just the way I see it though. And thus, that is the reason in which I was kicking myself earlier in the entry. Someone tell me that I'm not crazy or senile. Even if it's just a lie - lie to me babe, lie to me. Speaking of lying, I was never one to appreciate that or those. I guess if you're doing it for the greater good then the good of the many does out weigh the good of the few. That's not to necessarily say that the ends to justify the means, though in most cases this is widely accepted. All I'm saying is that sometimes you can't think about yourself and even if you end up getting hurt or killed in the end, maybe, just maybe it was worth it. That's how I view it for me anyway. I see it as if I can do something and in the process make you smile, laugh or happy then it was worth it; more-or-less. Don't get me wrong here either, I'm not trying to glorify myself, that's not the point of this here - me thinking and acting like that stems from a seperate problem which is known as lack of self worth in comparison to the rest of society; but perhaps we can discuss this another day. What I'm really trying to get at here is that what if the world was like that. What if people actually thought like that and would do things like give their life for a good cause? We all know that Ali didn't do that though. The prick decided to not join the army so they threw him in jail. But wasn't that kinda selfish of him? Are you going to wait until the enemy is sitting at your door-step and almost all of your comrades are dead before you say "hmm, maybe I should do something?" The logical thing to do would be to join the masses in the invasions and fronts in order to take the battle to the enemy, on his grounds, on his home turf and with large forces. Now, I can understand if you don't want to join during war time for somekind of super good reason... but if you're just a regular joe public with a wife... umm, why the hell aren't you out there fighting just like eveyrone else? if they invade it'll be your freedom too that's being taken away. Regardless of if you're a pro champion or a sanatation engineer - that's a garbage person, but then again, if you've read my past entries, you'd know that already :oP I don't know, sometimes things like that just get me displeased; the fact that people won't go and defend the things they enjoy and/or stand for. Who knows, maybe if he had went things might have actually had been different. Question is, would it have changed for the better or the worse? He could have saved 50 lives or he could have been the clutz who wipes out his whole batallion because he shot a tanker of flammable liquids. Anything's possible. Alright, maybe the scenerios are slightly off tilt, but you should catch what I'm saying... I hope - maybe, perhaps? Come on now, I know at least one of you out there know what I'm talking about. Don't make me go and grab some random and let him/ her understand what I'm saying and you don't - that would be bad/sad because you ladies (and possibly gent) know me so much better. Oh well, it's all good. And then you got these kids who were 13, 14, 15 who joined to be in the infantry but don't make it past ten days out in the trenches. And even if they did live, imagine the things they saw - now that's mangled memories. Somethings you just don't want to live with... But they joined. "For Queen and Country" I suppose. Or in some of their cases, "for the home of the free". And why'd they join, they wanted an adventure, someting new, be the hero in the family and get the girl you want when you come back because you're a bloody hot shot. What really happens is that you become the dead hero in your family and never get the girl you wanted cause never came back due to a shot which made your head very bloody. Let that be a lesson to all of you - much like in "Saving Private Ryan" don't ever take off your helmet while in battle unless it's a matter of life and death... because if you do it's now turned into a matter of YOUR life and YOUR death. Noble kids though.. or were they? All the right things for all the wrong reasons... if that be the case is it still considered the right thing? I leave you with that to ponder on for the night. Farewell, -Captain B. Sitting