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| Sunday, March 8th, 2009 | | 10:34 pm |
For those of you that bother to read this, I live. Though I'm sure most of us have migrated to facebook by now, anyway. | | Thursday, May 22nd, 2008 | | 9:13 pm |
Hello
Well, I don't know how many people really pay attention to this anymore, but I thought I'd let anyone that does know that I'm back in the states. It's good to be back out of that 4th world dustbowl and on the coast again. If you want to hang out and chat, play catch-up on what's been going on in each of our lives or whatever, let me know. I'll try and respond quickly but I life takes unexpected turns. :P Later guys. | | Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 | | 11:05 am |
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E2: The Everything Test 2 There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests, purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is one test to rule them all. Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We're turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we've got some innovative results too! Version 2 is leaner, meaner, and features a more mature and varied set of questions than the previous test. Enjoy! | Character Traits | | Analytical | 20% | | Artistic | 39% | | Driven | 0% | | Emotional | 0% | | Horny | 71% | | Independent | 50% | | Musical | 48% | | Optimistic | 0% | | Outgoing | 0% | | Political | 67% | | Religious | 55% | | Romantic | 50% | | Social | 0% | | | | Life Experience | | Criminality | 0% | | Intellectual | 63% | | Relationships | 0% | | Sexuality | 30% | | Travel | 43% | | Politics
Your political views would best be described as Libertarian, while philosophically you tend to think like a Liberal. | | Socioeconomic
Your attitude toward life best associates you with Working Class. You make more than 81% of those who have taken this test, and 8% less than the U.S. average.
| | You tend to think more like an artist than an engineer. | | Location-wise, you would probably be a good fit for the City.
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Your Social Dysfunction:
Narcissistic
You are very self-important, preoccupied with success fantasies, expect special treatment and lack interpersonal empathy.
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Let's see how I've changed...
My Personality | | Neuroticism | | Extraversion | | Openness To Experience | | Agreeableness | | Conscientiousness | |
| You rarely get angry and it takes a lot to make you angry, however you are not generally self conscious about yourself. People generally perceive you as distant and reserved, and you do not usually reach out to others. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. You are mostly a compassionate person, however you prefer to make objective judgments when possible, however you generally see others as selfish, devious, and sometimes potentially dangerous. You believe that you have the intelligence, common sense, drive, and self-control necessary for achieving success.
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A range of Jewelry. |
 | My sphere is Guardian (Person of great Love and Altruism), and my class is Arms Master (Pragmatic and Stout). I am a Guard. You are a true, versatile guard. You have a defensive nature, that is, you are good at instilling a sense of security in the places around you. A strong presence weakens any possible threats around you, and a swift, practical approach to the problems that crop up puts them down before they can get out of hand. What kind of Warrior are you? |  | My sphere is Guardian (Person of great Love and Altruism), and my class is Defender (Peaceful, yet Potent). I am a Warden. To be a Warden is to be the ultimate Guardian. Whether a physical Guardian or an essential Guardian, is up to you. You may be both. To be a physical Guardian is to be a living, breathing testament to the love you carry for a person, or people, whose lives you will always defend if you possibly can. To be an essential Guardian is to be a living, breathing testament to the security that your wards seek, and will look to you for your always kind, always nurturing support. What kind of Warrior are you? | | | Monday, February 4th, 2008 | | 9:02 am |
Rambling thoughts
It has been forever and a day since I last posted here. So if anyone still reads these (which may not be likely, seeing how few read my lj when we all actually posted regularly), take a look at the wreck of one of my trains of thought down below. For general information, I'm still here on the other side of the ocean and can't wait to get back. I'm still working on my novel, and its nearing completion. I say nearing completion, but the truth is the hardest parts are upcoming, because I have to write the end pieces and a prelude to some of them. Basically parts I've never had to worry about before, because I've always been so focused on the journey that I've never thought to much about how to take the journey into the final lap. We'll see how it turns out. As to the material below, forgive the large paragraphs, as I didn't take the time to form good break-off points to clean up the format a bit. Enjoy my mental landscape. Try not to get lost. I have been thinking about family. Most people are a lot different than mine, and over here I have had to adjust to, not only the army, but an entirely different culture. Americans are strange about their personal space, requiring more than most other nations. Yet over here I have become quite acquainted with being in close proximity to other people, including being slightly more normal in my behavior towards other Americans. My family, as you know, is quite unusual in that we don't often have physical contact with each other. We're not touchy feely types by any stretch of the imagination and I think, at times, that it will be the hardest adjustment in going home with not having physical contact. Physical contact with those we love is natural to humans, even extending to how we view the world and the objects in it. Things aren't real unless we touch them. But on the other hand my family is closer mentally than most are. We don't shake as easily as other families when we have arguments, our relationships are sturdier. The land of insults that I have had to venture into, the landscape of machismo I have always been foriegn to yet is an inherent part of our culture, has become more familiar. A guy (not the most mature, but meh) that I once almost traded blows with I know work well with. I no longer take umbrage at things I once did, because I've learned to distinguish when he's serious and when he's not. But in becoming more familiar, I have also learned that it is more shallow. While the uniform I wear may make it easy to speak to someone, such as an Iraqi bound soldier I hung out with in the airport on the way back from leave, I have no wistful feelings over the fact that I will never see him again. I wish him well, but that is all. My buddies over here, and I am sure to call them nothing more than buddies, are much the same way. Because I depend on them daily, I will mourn their loss and avenge them in case of death, but when we return home I shall only keep contact with most of them once a month at drill, without regrets. There are very few people on this Earth that I call friend, and each has earned it. My friend Bill is my squad leader over here. My goal in this country has always been to take him back safe to his wife and children, with whom I am on good terms. He refers to me to his children as Uncle Dowty. When I first came to this unit I was very much alone, and quieter, more reclusive than I am now. I've had to learn to branch out and talk to people. But when I first arrived here 4 years ago, he was one of the two people that took me as I was. That required no insults, no machismo, no touchy-feeliness. And that connection is something which our society has forgotten in its entirety. More and more is piled on to the superficial, and less and less is invested in meaningful relationships. Even death is slowly beginning to lose its pallor to the nation. At funerals I doubt people go away with any thought to their own demise, any wistful thoughts of grief. That may be a bit cynical, but I'm sure it's 90% true, as evidenced by those damn cousins of yours. America is going the way of Rome, and Thoreau pointed out one of the symptoms way back at the inception of the country: " the head monkey in paris puts on a striped hat, and all over the world all the other monkeys do the same" a paraphrase, but it gets the point across. People are too lazy to lead, too willing to follow, and unable to look beyond the next paycheck. They have become a shallow people, a little people, a people more concerned about what others think of them rather than what they themselves think. More concerned with what others are doing, rather than how they themselves are living. More concerned about building a future for their children than about raising their children to build a future for themselves. We are a stupid country, a stupid nation, living in a stupid world. Thoreau states that the sports of a higher nation are still the necessities of the lesser developed. We have the liesure time to play at living, and have forgotten how to do it for real. Life is a lost art and the breakdown begins when we are more focused on things instead of people, and connecting through artificial means rather than physical presence. Take the movie 'The Island' for instance. They all sit in front of their screens waiting for the lotto spin to see who gets to leave to go to the Island. They connect through the lotto, their entire lives revolve around it, and yet when they sit next to each other they do not speak during it. They do not touch, and all emotion for others is saved until they have someone to congratulate and go back to their meaningless lives. Nowadays the medium is television and computer games. Each is good in moderation, but why build real relationships when you can create an online community through a game, a website, or a chatroom? Why bother learning to survive in the real world when you can be a 'hero' in a virtual one? Why apply your brain to a 'worthwhile' endeavor, to a betterment of yourself or a goal with consequences, when you can apply the same energy to a video game which will be gone in a few years? Is virtual fame so great? Is the cost of dreams too much, or the risk of failing too high? Where hast thy spine gone, o man, that thou shouldst not reach for the stars? Has fear of failure so corrupted us, has laziness entered our skeletons so that we ride a broad path to meaningless, empty fame, rather than the rough road to personal achievement? And not even personal achievement, but even a road for the sake of the journey. Living itself can be enjoyed, if the initial effort is taken to figure out how. And after that, you simply sit back and enjoy. Be it outdoorsman type, sports, literature, or even video games. So long as one does not devour your life to the point that it becomes your life, with no space for living, it is acceptable. I may be a writer, but I do not live in my worlds to the exclusion of the physical one, for if my mind dies here, how can it create? I do not write poetry about every breeze, or prose about every step I take. I simply live life and at the end of the day, the person I have become during the previous hours reshapes the literature I write. There is no need for me to force it, because I can only write what I am, and each experience reshapes my soul. Therefore, as I change, so do those of which I write. With every breath, my worlds breathe fresh air into themselves. Because I am renewed, so are they. Current Mood:  blah | | Monday, April 9th, 2007 | | 9:08 am |
The address in Mississippi is no longer valid as of tonight, as I'm going back to SC on leave for a couple days. New address will be given to those that ask. I'll try and visit as many of you guys as I can, but I'm going to be trying to cram a lot into ten days, so I won't be promising anything. 16 hours left.... | | Sunday, January 28th, 2007 | | 12:15 pm |
Bye guys
1. Rank and Soldier's Name 2. 218th BCT SECFOR A CO. 3. Bldg.# 2490 25th Street 4. Camp Shelby, MS 39407 For anyone that wishes to contact me while I'm in Mississippi, here's the address. I'll be there 3 months starting this week, before I leave for Afghanistan. For anyone wanting to go meet Joey when they go get him from his Mission trip, just call Mama Batts. Take care y'all. | | Thursday, October 19th, 2006 | | 1:40 am |
| | Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 | | 12:07 pm |
Another stolen thingamajigg
Open your library (iPod, iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc). 2. Put it on shuffle. 3. Press play. 4. For every question type the song that's playing. 5. When you go to a new question press the next button. 6. Get impaled by a rhinoceros. Ready? GO! Opening Credits: Free Falling- Tom Petty Waking Up: Jesus of Suburbia -American Idiot Falling In Love: If I was a Wealth girl-Gwen Steffani Fight Scene: Feel Good Inc. -Gorillaz Breaking Up: Better Days-Goo Goo Dolls Life's Okay: One is the Loneliest Number-Three Dog Night Mental Breakdown: Darling Nikki- Foo Fighters Driving: Don't Stop till you get enough-Michael Jackson Flashbacks: We Belong together- Mariah Carey Regretting: Voglia Di Dance All Night- Eiffel 65 Final Battle: Take me out-Franz Ferdinand Death Scene: Complicated-Avril Lavigne End Credits: On my way down -Ryan Cabrera Some of these are actually very funny. In defense of my Gwen Steffani song, I liked fiddler on the roof and was curious okay? lol. This is only my radio songs list, I have 4 or 5 other lists, so I wonder what those would come up with. | | Friday, September 8th, 2006 | | 2:15 am |
| | Friday, September 1st, 2006 | | 5:09 am |
Utterly disgusted
Had a dream about an hour ago, and haven't been able to sleep since. My sister-in-law, her daughter(my niece), a child my parents baby-sit(though I don't know which one), and I were walking down a wooded street. The wind was blowing slightly as we passed quietly along, the children being children and running about. I walked at the rear of the group. Trash blew in the wind as we passed a trash dumpster area, two metal cans on either side of an altar like piece of something which gave the feel of a dumpster. And to my surprise I found a child there. I picked him up and cradled him in my arms as we continued to walk, a sense of needing to return him to his parents filling our footsteps. We came to the end of the pavement, the street ending in a square u-turn so that as we went round the second corner we started on a new street. The child in my arms was of the age when they first learn to walk, and was in nothing but diapers. My sister-in-law mentioned I should let him walk for a bit, but he smiled sweetly and I could hear his ankle popping as we moved(as if it were injured)so I continued to carry him. I can't remember if he spoke or not, but I do recall the children wanting to hold him. My niece is about five, if its any reference.Just as we were coming to houses, my Sister-in-law read off in horror the tag which was apparently guiding us towards the childs home, past the houses marked 20 something towards number 19. She sharply told my niece and the other kid to be careful around the new child I carried in my arms, as the tag was apparently medical, stating his address as well as the fact that he had Molotov Cancer. As we all know this is a combination of all the most deadly and contagious diseases. While I now carried him more delicately, I cradled him yet close as he smiled innocently up at me. We entered the home of his parents, going straight through the living room where I could sense there were two children playing some computer game, though I never actually saw any. We entered the kitchen, where his two parents were fiddling with some large appliance. As we stepped into sight vapid smiles appeared on their faces and they said"Oh I suppose you found him near some trash place" I mentioned the dumpster area, and they stated their surprise that he had wandered that far.The grins never left their faces, and utter disgust and loathing filled me. They may not have abandoned their child, but the emptiness of their smiles, their utter disregard for their child's well-being and safety was a foul taste in my mouth. They had abandoned him in their hearts more readily than any could abandon in the flesh. As they came to take him from my arms I held him tightly. When they were about to take him I awoke. All I could do was lay there and pray that God would watch out for all the kids I knew existed in that horrible kind of situation. I have to be at work at 8, and I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep again. Current Mood: hating the world | | Friday, August 18th, 2006 | | 12:27 am |
| | 12:22 am |
New background isn't quite what I was hoping for. I need a deeper blue color I think. I guess I'll have to search the internet for a more suitable picture to edit. How's everybody doing? And Amber, could you tell me the address type for the USC email(gem.edu.whatever) I haven't been able to log into my facebook forever, and it really makes it easy to keep track of everybody. Also, I'm not on Aim at the moment. Accidentally deleted it, so when I get it back I'll have to ask for everybody's screennames again...Hope everybody's doing fine... | | Saturday, August 12th, 2006 | | 9:24 pm |
Not much going on. Just working on writing my book and getting in shape for the army. Kind of a blah existence but I manage to keep myself amused. I've been playing an online game and getting my head straight and stuff, so its all good. Hope you guys are all doing fine.... I don't have aim at the moment, otherwise I might be able to talk to you guys more often, but if you've got my number feel free to give me a call if you want to chat. | | Sunday, July 30th, 2006 | | 9:26 pm |
( Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)
| ✓ I miss somebody right now. |
✓ I don't watch much TV these days. |
✓ I own lots of books. |
| ✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses. |
✓ I love to play video games. |
× I've tried marijuana. |
| ✓ I've watched porn movies. |
× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. |
✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy. |
| ✓ I curse sometimes. |
✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. |
✓ I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. |
( it goes on... ) | | Monday, May 22nd, 2006 | | 7:04 pm |
| | Wednesday, May 10th, 2006 | | 10:02 pm |
My arms say yes My head says cannot be My heart remains silent For emptiness reigns where it once stood | | Saturday, May 6th, 2006 | | 9:58 pm |
| | Thursday, March 9th, 2006 | | 12:58 am |
Which is closer guys?I'll let you guess
 | My sphere is Soldier (Unity in Strength and Action), and my class is Arms Master (Pragmatic and Stout). I am a Fighter. To carry the title of "Fighter" is to carry great strength, and courage. You are a very practical person. When life offers you a challenge, you meet it head on and plow straight through it, stopping only afterwards to worry about injury and stress. These challenges that you endure may leave scars, but they will also leave you with trusted friends, and will make you all the more determined for it. What kind of Warrior are you? | | My sphere is Guardian (Person of great Love and Altruism), and my class is Arms Master (Pragmatic and Stout). I am a Guard. You are a true, versatile guard. You have a defensive nature, that is, you are good at instilling a sense of security in the places around you. A strong presence weakens any possible threats around you, and a swift, practical approach to the problems that crop up puts them down before they can get out of hand. What kind of Warrior are you? | |
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