Paper journals are for sissies.
...over the past 1-2 years, I've been keeping a steady journal on paper. This mostly explains why I haven't posted more than a few entries on my blog, rvb site, facebook notepage, myspace blog (which I'd rather not use anyways), or any other journal site. Last night, just before 5am on shift, I finished my journal off. I already bought a new one a month or two ago, but I'm not ready to start it. Instead for a while, I'm going to document my thoughts online again. Depending on how much attention I get, I may or may not stick around.
Now, I'm not trying to hold myself hostage from the world... I don't honestly care if you like my writing voice, but I do believe in justice, and if someone wants to read about what I do, they deserve it. So here goes nothing...!
So this is my blog. I hope you like it. Feel free to read through my older, much better entries from when I was younger (it's been an entire year where I've only written two posts here) and much keener on life. I'm not depressed or anything, I've just realized that I'm pretty much stuck with life so I might as well make the best of it.
Different things:
I. Most importantly - I'm taking classes via DeVry University online. It hasn't been a terribly bad gig, I don't appreciate it nearly as much as the two community colleges I've been to, but other than one completely incompetent instructor (of two that I've dealt with), I like it. I'm learning a little, and working my way down my only obvious avenue that will bring me closer to becoming a lead designer (the only star-shaped hole in my life).
II. Less importantly - I'm in what we call 53rd Signal Battalion currently. We use an old designator/unit to promote a group of soldiers in the old army that served during much more valiant times (see Apocalypse Now, M*A*S*H). I've run into a few of them via Yahoo Groups and they've been passing on some good advice over the years. I'm thinking about publishing a bit of it or maybe just printing it off and saving it for the future...
III. I still feel like talking - The shadow girl - always evasive, never really around. Yet I feel inclined to believe she's there, and I've spoken with her. Not in person, but I think she knows I exist. Or it could be a demon in her place. I could be a demon as well, I don't know my place in the world and wouldn't it be cute if a couple of demons got together and made babies? Oh, I'm totally joking, lighten up. She's an angel indeed (but is there really that much of a difference?).
IV. Let me go already - Aww, come on. I don't feel like talking anymore. Why are you still reading? Oh, because I haven't completed this blog. Well I guess I can end it on a nice and happy note: The world is not that bad of a place to be. I think I'm sick of battling my emotions and trying to think of ways to end myself... although I'm sure I'll return to these thoughts at different times, I'm not sure if I'll ever be serious about life after joining the Army.
But then again, I do have you people to impress; I might as well do my best.
Thanks for reading, sincerely yours,
Specialist Ross E LaBrant (oh yeah, I got promoted since my last entry),
53rd SIG BN, E Co.
U.S. Army
Now, I'm not trying to hold myself hostage from the world... I don't honestly care if you like my writing voice, but I do believe in justice, and if someone wants to read about what I do, they deserve it. So here goes nothing...!
So this is my blog. I hope you like it. Feel free to read through my older, much better entries from when I was younger (it's been an entire year where I've only written two posts here) and much keener on life. I'm not depressed or anything, I've just realized that I'm pretty much stuck with life so I might as well make the best of it.
Different things:
I. Most importantly - I'm taking classes via DeVry University online. It hasn't been a terribly bad gig, I don't appreciate it nearly as much as the two community colleges I've been to, but other than one completely incompetent instructor (of two that I've dealt with), I like it. I'm learning a little, and working my way down my only obvious avenue that will bring me closer to becoming a lead designer (the only star-shaped hole in my life).
II. Less importantly - I'm in what we call 53rd Signal Battalion currently. We use an old designator/unit to promote a group of soldiers in the old army that served during much more valiant times (see Apocalypse Now, M*A*S*H). I've run into a few of them via Yahoo Groups and they've been passing on some good advice over the years. I'm thinking about publishing a bit of it or maybe just printing it off and saving it for the future...
III. I still feel like talking - The shadow girl - always evasive, never really around. Yet I feel inclined to believe she's there, and I've spoken with her. Not in person, but I think she knows I exist. Or it could be a demon in her place. I could be a demon as well, I don't know my place in the world and wouldn't it be cute if a couple of demons got together and made babies? Oh, I'm totally joking, lighten up. She's an angel indeed (but is there really that much of a difference?).
IV. Let me go already - Aww, come on. I don't feel like talking anymore. Why are you still reading? Oh, because I haven't completed this blog. Well I guess I can end it on a nice and happy note: The world is not that bad of a place to be. I think I'm sick of battling my emotions and trying to think of ways to end myself... although I'm sure I'll return to these thoughts at different times, I'm not sure if I'll ever be serious about life after joining the Army.
But then again, I do have you people to impress; I might as well do my best.
Thanks for reading, sincerely yours,
Specialist Ross E LaBrant (oh yeah, I got promoted since my last entry),
53rd SIG BN, E Co.
U.S. Army
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