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[5 Jul 09\8:31am] |
Status report from Miami...where I am about to go for a walk on the beach before breakfast. The weather is pretty nice right now. Might rain later, but this is Florida, you can never really tell. Clouds sometimes have the tendency to either disappear or multiply at will, without warning. I'm still debating on how to spend my day. Should I chill on the beach until it possibly rains, hitting on women and trying to tan, or should I....spend it on the beach, hitting on women and getting shot down, trying to tan? It's a tough decision, but I don't want to take too long making it. If I even look like I don't have any definite plans, Mom will try to rope me into something that is probably less exciting than hitting on women and trying to tan.
Before I forget... Why do women spend so much on hair products? Flat irons specifically. It baffles me how expensive they are, how many types and brands are sold, how easily something so freaking expensive can break. Seriously, I'm taking that out of Kyle's ass. $179 for a fucking FLAT IRON. I could have bought 22 cases of beer, or 4 new XBox games, or...a lot of shit for $179. Cam is a fucking lunatic. Any woman who would use that much money just to flatten their hair is insane. I got a little nauseas paying for it. I don't know, maybe someone can explain it to me.
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[30 May 09\7:24am] |
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You know, I have a random urge to go fishing. Does anyone else fish or enjoy pretending to catch fish while drinking beer and reading Sports Illustrated on a boat all day? They're practically the same thing, is why I ask. Is it even fish season here? I need to go outside more, I think.
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[25 May 09\10:10am] |
I remember the first time I visited Arlington with my Dad. It's not an experience I'll ever forget, obviously, but it seemed appropriate to think back on it today. I had an acquaintance from high school who died last year in Iraq, but we weren't close or anything. It was just one of those random topics that Mom brought up one day. "Oh, you remember 'so-in-so'? They're bringing his body home today." And I didn't really think much of it at the time, other than "Damn. That's gonna be tough for his family." But since then, I've sort of realized the true gravity of something like that for a family. On the one hand, you want to be sort of proud of how brave he was to enlist at all, to have died for a cause that he may or may not have agreed with. On the other, your son/brother/cousin is gone, killed or died from injury, half the world away with no family or loved ones there at his side, the last time you saw him was months ago, and you have no real idea why he was there in the first place. No one can really tell you how it happened, or they just don't want to. I could watch CNN or Fox News all day long and none of their scrolling headlines or hard hitting reporting were as disturbing as what Mom said that day. That's just the reality of it, though, I guess.
To be honest, it never even really entered my way of thinking that anything could happen to my father either, in the Navy, when I was a kid. Of course, now I get it. We've been blessed, obviously.
All of this had some vague point, but now I'm just rambling and thinking too much. Sorry. I guess I just wanted to remind everyone to take a moment to remember if you're American. Even if you're not...I think Canadians are probably somewhat sympathetic, if only because they're the nicest people on the planet anyway, and every country has had it's casualties at some point. Also, since I requested off today, I'm probably gonna throw some cow meat (and lame, girly, flavorless chicken for Cam) on the grill this afternoon. If anyone wants to stop by later, you're more than welcome. Part of the porch is covered, so I'm not worried about rain. I sneer at it, actually. I might be convinced to share my beer too.
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