I'm in Iraq again. Another year down the drain, with nothing to do but think about shit back home.

When I come back however, this time will be different. I'm getting out of the Army, and doing what the fuck I want to do. I'm going to start a band and go on tour, even if it kills me.

And I'm going to turn my back on a lot of people who don't have the time for me. I figure I'll simplify their lives, and more importantly mine.

End rant.

I can't live in the past.

I guess things do happen for the reason. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and to be safe.

I failed at both.

I know I'm guilty of this too, but taking out a bad day on someone else is a shitty way to handle how you're feeling. Most of the time, once I realize this, or it's pointed out to me, I apologize.

What a novel idea.

Saw Transformers last night. I've been waiting my entire life for a movie that good. Shit looked real.

What the fuck is worth the effort?

Who would've thought that 6 months could fly by, yet seem so slow?

Maybe it just seems that way because it's been the longest I've been away from home, and away from my friends and pretty much everything I've ever known. There's always this looming feeling of death here. I don't really know how to explain it, but it's a very unsettling feeling. Knowing that at pretty much anytime, a lucky mortar could hit your room and send an arm-length piece of burning shrapnel into your body.

Enough about that. Anyway, so we're nearing the "half-way" point at the end of the month. It's a comforting feeling, knowing that sometime in the near future you'll be back on friendly soil. I get my 2 weeks leave at the beginning of August, so that should significantly cut down on the time I have to wait to leave here.

I'm half-way asleep, and I decided to write this. I don't know if it made any sense, but in my head I knew what I was trying to explain. I'll write more later.

I have so much shit going through my head these days. I don't know how to react to certain things. I take everything to heart, and react as so. I immediately feel like shit when I'm done, but it's already too late, I can't take it back.

I'm sorry to anyone whose feelings I've ever hurt. I only think about me, most of the time. I wish I could type up here everything I was thinking.

It wouldn't matter, she wouldn't read it anyway.

I did it again, I motherfucked myself.

Inside you're fucking dying
You can't face the shortcomings of your life
Looking for something to redirect the pain
I'm not sorry that you can't relate
But it's killing me to watch you act this way
And it's hard to see the way it used to be
When I'm wiping the spit off my fucking face
We'll be here through the years
While you're so convinced
We'll fall like the season
But give me one good reason...
Well it's nothing that I haven't heard before
But it's like comparing still water to rain
When it's your voice that carries the same old shit
I never thought we would end this way
What can I say

Post a memory you have of me, it can be anything you want...

Then copy and paste this in your journal...



"Remember when......."

Ever get in the mood where you don't want to fucking talk to anyone, or see anyone? I have good reason, too. I just don't feel like discussing it openly now. Mostly lies, and feeling like I've been stabbed in the back by people I thought I could trust.

Yeah. That's me right now.

I've got a confession.

I love NEW FOUND GLORY.

Everyone else spill your guts in my comments.

Time started: 7:32 PM

? Name: Daniel
? Birthdate : 01/31/1986
? Hometown: Tucson, AZ
? High School: Terry Sanford
? Siblings: A brother
? Righty/Lefty: Righty

? ~~~~~Your Looks~~~~~
? Hair Colour : Blonde
? Eye Colour : Blue
? Contacts/Glasses: Nope
? Any Piercings: None
? Any Rings: Uhh...no.
? What Shoes Do You Wear: Saucony


? ~~~~~Just Lately~~~~~
? How are you today: Good
? What shirt are you wearing: Chain Of Strength shirt
? What does your hair look like now? Shaggy, but short.
? What song are you listening to right now: BOLD
? You ate: A burrito
? What is the weather right now: Rainy
? The last person you talked to on the
phone: My mom


? ~~~~~More About You~~~~~
? What are the last four digits of your
phone? 9320
? If you were a crayon, what color would
you be? One of the colors they had kids name. Like neon fuschia green blue orange, but I'd draw red.
? Have you ever almost died: Too many times to count.
? Best advice anyone's given to you: Keep your fucking head up.
? What sport do you hate the most? Soccer.
? How many phones do you have in your
house: 3
? Do you have your own phone line: No
? Place for a dream house: Mountains
? Who would you tell your dreams to: My boo
? Who is the loudest friend: Kathleen and Joe
? Who is the quietest friend: I don't have any quiet friends


? ~~~~~You and Love~~~~~
? Do you believe in love: Yes
? Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes.
? Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend? Yes
? What song do you want played at your funeral: Chain of Strength - True Til Death
? Lights on/off: On
? Do you like snow, sun, or rain: Sun
? Summer or winter: Summer
? White or chocolate milk: White
? Mud or Jell-O wrestling: Mud
? Skiing or boarding: Snow is gay
? Day or night: Day
? Cake or pie: Pie
? Diamond or pearl: None
? Sunset or sunrise: Sunrise

Time finished: 7:37 PM

I wish I had my life back. I'm not the same now.

Am I wasting my time with these feelings?
The pressure's off now so I'm back on the ground.
Too bad, I kind of liked it in the clouds with you.
Because you take me away from everything and everyone, that's held me back for so long.
Heaven for a few days, makes up for all the hell that life's dealt me, even now that's gone.
It seems he's got your attention now, lucky guy.
But isn't that the way it always ends?
It seems he's got your attention just like you got mine.
I'll express my feelings, then sit back and watch you walk away.
You're beautiful in every way to me.

FRENCH CLUB REPRESENT