"it's not my time, but i'm only getting older, there just images in my mind, but time is getting shorter."

"time will pass you by, learn to live your life"

Wow, haven't wrote in this in a long time.  Times have changed, things have stayed the same. And I don't know what to do with my life, right now it pretty much sucks.  I need to make money, I just hope I don't resort to a semi-permanant decision that I'll end up hating worse than this.

There is a fellow by the name of Les Jones who has a blog site I enjoy(www.lesjones.com).  On his blog site he talks about many things including a wonderful Gun review section which I enjoy quite a bit.  Well for mainly laughs but also to expose the hypocritical side of that asshole Al Gore and his dumb fucking wife Tipper Gore, he created a temporary blog which is very amusing, the web address is http://www.rockstarsagainstliveearth.com/.  It goes through a number of issues about that Live Earth thing that is all the hype accross the world, some funny and more some serious issues with it.  But none the less it is a great read for the while it's still up.  The great thing about Les Jones is that he is a left wing liberal, a gun advocate, and he also despises the whole live earth thing which makes him an interesting thinker I guess.

“Live Earth is like Larry Flint making a porno movie to promote chastity.” And he has a rundown of the environmental impact of the concerts and of the bands involved.

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So it's about noon here at work and I'm tired as hell.  Very little sleep for the past couple days.  I hate working the weekends and knowing all my friends are out having a good time, or at a show and I'm stuck at work doing a job I feel is rather worthless.  I truly believe this job is a worthless job in a pathetic industry.   Oh well though, it pays the bills, well most of them atleast.  Anyway, I could sure go for a beer right now, especially an ice old Guinness. 

I ordered a new First Blood sweat shirt and the shit is sick.

Amazing, only $26, great investment.

Here's a good little piece of information.

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Number of physicians in the U.S. 700,000
Accidental deaths caused by physicians per year 120,000
Accidental deaths per physician 0.171

Number of gun owners in the U.S. 80,000,000
Number of accidental gun deaths per year (all age groups) 1,500
Accidental deaths per gun owner 0.0000188

Therefore, doctors are approximately 9,000 times more dangerous than gun
owners. Scary, huh?

And they complain about gun control? Maybe we should just eliminate doctors and just have nutritionist so that we don't need the doctors in the first place.
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I read something from Tripp who plays bass in The Unseen and he wrote a cheesy little column in a zine. It was punk rock horoscopes, hahah. I don't remember exactly everything it said about my sign(Leo), but it said I was bound to become a skinhead which I thought was rather amusing.

My birthday is coming up August 4th so I am quite excited. I will be 21 which means 2 things, I can legally drink and I can legally own a handgun and carry it on me as soon as I get my CCW. I don't know which makes me happier, both are rights I should have been legally allowed to practice the day I turned 18. I'm pretty sure for my new handgun I will be purchasing a Glock 26. Possibly the best weapon for concealment, safety, and reliability. I would also love to own a Smith and Wesson M&P .357 snub nose revolver with the internal hammer, which some day, hopefully soon I will own. But for now the Glock 26 will be perfect, weighing in at an astonishing 26 ounces fully loaded, with a sub-compact frame only 6.5 inches long in full length with a 3.5 inch barrel, 13 round compasity with the extended clip with the extra finger grip and above all amazing safety features, thank God for gracing us with such a wonderful protection mechanism and equalizer of man.

Now as for the drinking part of my 21st birthday, I have no idea what I can do. I don't want to have a party at my house because that would mean that I have to clean, so fuck that. I could surely go to a bar, but I'm not quite sure that the funds will be available have the Guinness flow like water all night. Also bars often lead to barfights which are fun at times, but I'd prefer to not spend my 21st birthday in jail. So who knows what I could do. All ideas are welcome.

It's officially 07/07/07, I wonder what government sponsored terror our wonderful world elite have in store for us on this fine day. After that terror I wonder which right they will take away next, who knows, they're all already gone.



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so here is a rant:

Why am I so fucking tired but never wanna sleep until the day time?

What if Tom Cruise was the star in every movie ever made since 1984? 

Today was my first day of school/classes/courses.  In about a month I will be a certified real estate agent.  It's been 3 years since I graduated high school.  No matter what I hear about how college is cool and high school is completely different, other than college being really laid back, I'd consider them much more alike than most people would say.  These courses are only three weeks long, which is nothing, but this is really fucking hard.  I wake up at 6am to leave for school, don't get off until 5:35pm, and I'm suppose to be at work at 5:30pm, but fortuently my boss let me show up at 6:30pm because it takes about an hour to travel in rush hour traffic.  I don't get off work until 2am. Then I only have 4 hours to sleep(which ends up being 3 hours at the most), then wake up and do it again.  It's gonna be like working an 18 hour day everyday. 

But I have to say what bothers me the most is not being able to see my dog Caesar.  I wonder if he's ok all day long, and it's crappy now cause he's been sad lately.  I'm nervous that my new roommates arent giving him the care that a living creature diserves.  I guess Adam went home today and Caesar had been left out scratching at the door and crying.  That pisses me off.  There is no reason for that. 

I guess I just have to keep trying to think that this is my way out of everyday fucking life.  I mean I don't wan't to be a real estate agent forever, but atleast I'll be my own boss pretty much.  It seems like nothing I've always wanted to do is possible, so why not do this.  I just hope this shit goes fast and I can pass my test first try, but I doubt it.

I feel high from that lack of sleep.  and I need a beer...