I don't know. whatever.
I woke up late today, and by the time I went to the math tutor, they had left for the day. They left early. So I went to the library and did some math. I didn't get too much done though. There was some I needed help on, and I got too hungry to concentrate. So, I went to the mall. Yah, It doesn't make much sense. The mall is mostly just a place I go to calm down and releive stress and stuff. i left my coat in my truck, and my cash was in my coat. So I didn't eat while I was in the mall. I bought
God of War II while in the mall. It was used, and I got a discount on it, so I saved 7 bucks. I then went to the liquer store behind the mall, and looked around there. There was a whole conflict going on as to what to get, or to get anything. I eventually got some hornsy's hard cider. The crisp apple kind, not the draft stuff. It's something to drink that's good, and I don't get totally wasted. On the way home, I went to arby's and then to sally's and got some bleach, and purple hair dye.
On may 5, or maybe 6th, somewhere around there, the Uof U is graduating. One of my old ( I haven't talked to him since highschool, and he just happen to send an invite to my parents address. ) crazy mormon friends is graduating, and then having an icecream thing at the park. So I figure I'll show up with my purple hair, maybe scare some mormons, and get soem free icecream. The drive to saltlake, isn't really worth the icecream, but the whole ordeal should be somewhat interesting. This is the same guy who wrote the letter I posted here, actually. It's basicly 6 pages telling about his life, and telling that I'm a good guy, but I'd be a better person if I was mormon. It's kinda weird to see other people graduate, and go on with their lives. I'm just begging, and they are done. I guesse they are ahead in someways, and behind in others. There's usually a distincly different reacation to " I was in the army for 5 years, been deployed twice, and now I'm starting school. " than to " I been in school for about 4 or five years. "
It seems like anytime I meet someone who's really been to war they think I have shell shock. I kinda feel bad, cuz I don't, and didn't not the impression. It's only a matter of time before people start comparing me to the VA shooter. I sit back in my english class growing disterbingly distant, darker, and quieter. Dillusions of grandure dance to the drumbeat of a dissconnected drunken drummer boy. Delight diffused by deviously distrought, daunting discords haunting the soul. Dimensia sets in as my disdain, and distrust of the community that my language has divorced me from distends. ( yah, blatent use of alliteration. )And I often wear a hat. LOL. I guess that means I need to go to sleep.
Ya'll have a good weekend.
