More examples of my twisted sense of humor :)

If you know me at all, you know how much I LOVE "Star Wars". If you've been even an occasional visitor to this blog, you will also know how much I LOVE "Robot Chicken". That being said...

Boba's back!

Going Out Like A Punk

Take Your Daughter To Work Day

Little Mean Pepper Shaker

Jar-Jar for Gecko Insurance

XD

People continue to astound me. The contradictory ways of us all is quite something to behold. We all exist on the same plane, more or less, and the differences always amaze and surprise me, though they shouldn't by this point.

I fucking hate people.

People laugh when they hear me say that, I don't think they realize how serious I really am when I say it. I think for the most part, people, myself included, are fucked in the head. Don't get me wrong, there are nice people, truly warm and kind people that exist, I know it.

There are just so damn few of them left though, it's really very sad.

Like, most of my friends I consider to be some of the kindest people I know. A few of them have gotten their honorable mentions on this very blog, and will again at some point or another in the future I'm sure.

That's the reason I sometimes wonder why they are friends with me.

Yeah, I can be quite a bitch, I'll be the first to admit it. I'm really a fairly quiet person, but if pushed, the bitch part comes out very quickly and harshly. I can usually hold my annoyance in, but if pushed hard enough...

....it's advisable to step at least 20 feet back from my general direction...

Kat could tell you about the time Brandon had to, as to keep his head attached to his shoulders, and not crammed up his ass.

Like people who think they can talk to me any damn way they please while I'm at work, and think they will get away with it.

Mistake...not gonna happen, I promise.

Someone found that out tonight, to the amusement of my fellow employees and my manager. They think I'm slightly crazy, but they love it. They are silly that way.

The fact that it is a mere 2 days from Christmas does not help matters, or peoples' general attitude. Just because you were stupid, and waited until the last couple of days before THE day, doesn't mean come and take it out on us.

Not our problem.

I can't wait for Christmas to be fucking over, it's basically such a fucked holiday as far as I'm concerned. Ridiculously commercial, people getting beat up, killed, etc., all in the pursuit of the "perfect gift" for someone that is likely to not appreciate it anyway, and wishing that you gave them the receipt so they could take it back to the store and get something they actually wanted.

I always tell people not to bother for me, because I gift whenever I feel the need, rarely at Christmas. I'm more of a "just because" kind of giver. If I see something I know one of my friends would love, I get it for them. No need for occasion as far as I'm concerned. Fuck all that noise, or as I like to say...

"...bullshit on that."

Only one person is getting gifts from me this year, and that's because she is too damn adorable to deny Christmas. There is a very sweet little princess in Toronto who I love to spoil, and for some reason adores me, even if I don't give her anything.

Go figure.

To those of you who still like, or even love Christmas, I do hope you have a good one. Just 'cause I don't like it, doesn't mean you shouldn't.

As for me, I will be doing on Christmas what makes me happy...logging into my game, and spending hour upon hour playin'. That is my idea of a happy holiday.

Merry Christmas everybody...

More of my randomness at its best

Yeah, well, its been a couple of weeks, but I've been busy. Fostering my video game addiction, because it keeps my mind occupied.

It's what I need at the time, what can I say?

As always though, there are a million thoughts going through my head. My brain is in constant overdrive, something that has always been. To my own detriment, as far as I'm concerned.

One lesson I have learned well over this last year...keep your friends close, and your enemies closer...always. Just because I'm being quiet doesn't mean I'm not paying attention. Trust me, I learned long ago how to play the game better than you.

You can't pick your family, but you can pick your friends, and they can be your true family. I don't pick my friends by their age, race, or anything like that. They just kind of happen, usually suddenly. My closest friends have happened pretty instantly. The 'friendships' I have to put actual work into are usually the ones that end up being false. Funny, eh?

I don't use the "friend" tag lightly either. You are either my best friend, or merely an acquaintance. Just the way it works for me.

After all, I'm not the easiest person to be friends with in the first place. I'm usually pretty difficult to keep track of, but it's not because I don't care. It's just because I don't want to be the cause of any hurt, and there is a lot more dark in me than light. I guarantee it will always be that way, and my true friends know that, and deal with it the best they can.

I know it makes you sad sometimes, and for that, I'm truly sorry...

It's why my friends are my family though...they are with me no matter what.

It's almost Christmas time, and I'm glad....because then it will be over. I hate the fucking holidays with a passion. Just a couple more weeks, and the bullshit is over. Some of the other holidays after the new year, I will thankfully miss, because I will be in basic training...another finally.

I wish I was in Washington, and not in California. This place sucks ass. Shut up Dan...you know the only reason I came here was because I promised my grandma I would.

It's 1 am here now...and 3am somewhere else in the world. Which means it's about time for me to go hang out with one my best friends who always makes me smile.

That also makes me think of the best of all my friends, whose smile makes my heart skip, and makes it break all at the same time...

I also think of yet another friend, who always goes out of her way to remind me that I am loved, no matter what I think otherwise.

And of my other friends, who are newer to my life, who are still adjusting to being in my life, and still getting used to wandering through the dark part of it. I wish sometimes I could help them understand it better, but I have yet to figure out how...

I myself am astounded by how many people have told me I'm going to be missed when I leave for the Army. It's nice to know they care, but I'm still surprised by it.

Maybe next year will be better, maybe it won't. I'm fairly indifferent to it either way.

Hope doesn't exist in the dictionary of my life. Only existence does.

I haven't written much lately, mostly due to a very busy schedule. Getting ready to leave for basic training takes up a lot of time. I was hoping to be gone by now, but with the military, there is a lot of "hurry up and wait". So here I sit...

...waiting.

Many things have changed for me in the last year, and some of you have borne witness to that, via this blog. Some things shared were very difficult, yet at the same time, have been equivalent to a cleansing of sorts.

Why does love have to hurt so fucking bad? ...meh..

Why are the few people I love most always the first to exit my life?

Guess it's just the way it goes, huh?

...and so it goes.

I am more anxious to begin my time in the military than ever before. It will take me away from the things I would rather not deal with or think about. With every passing day, I am more and more tempted to return to my world of solitude, and just say "fuck it" altogether.

My life just seems to be easier that way. Loneliness has never been an issue.

As a matter of fact, it's a preference.

Here I sit, just continuing to pass time, with nothing I really care to look forward to. As is my life.

Here I sit...taking up space.

Here I sit...wishing I just wasn't.

Here I sit...knowing I have served any purpose I was meant to, and knowing I don't have another.

And I will continue to sit here, on my own, trying to smile, but unable....

...pretending to be okay, but far from it.

Just sitting....never standing.