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So my Spring Break was AWESOME in every way. San Juan was warm, amazing, and I definately had some good experiencs. A few of which my buddies will definately be using as blackmail later. Here's some of the better pictures.
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Thats on the beach by our hotel. It's the Marriot in the background.
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Senor Frog's. Good times. If you're lucky enough you'll see the video of the contest I did later that night  . . . .
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That's at the fort. One of bestest pictures. Damn I'm a stud.
So anyway. . .
After San Juan, I went to DC and met up with Miranda. I took her to NYC the next day and she loved it. Then showed her around DC the following day and she loved that too. Hanging with her was definaetly the best part of my spring break. Definately.
Hung with Paul my last night. Then came back here. Basically slacked all week. I couldn't even muster the ambition to throw a simple post on here that has now taken me maybe 10 minutes. So that's whats goin' on. I'll probably write something again sometime. Later friends. | | |
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6 days from now I will be in a club or on the beach in San Juan, Puerto Rico doing God knows what with God knows who . . . . I can't wait. And still so much to do in between. I have to do laundry and buy spring break stuff (sandals, sunglasses, shirts, shorts, and cologne of course) tomorrow. And I'm gonna put about three hours of snowboarding in the middle. Then I have to do homework tomorrow night. And I really need to start on this American Politics paper and Engineering Math problem set. And I have to get my room all cleaned up before they let me leave. And I need to find a way to get some more money. And I have to buy bus tickets to the airport. And train/bus tickets from DC to NYC. And the best part is that I'm not really stressing cause it'll all get done. What a great feeling. It's so nice to not have a care in the world and not get stressed over things cause I KNOW they will get done. They always do.
I love me. And I don't mean for that to sound arrogant or anything. Shouldn't everyone love themselves? I think they should. I love my life right now. I love the opportunities I have. I love the decisions I've made. I love the mistakes I've made. I love where I'm going in life, because I don't know what's gonna happen next. I could be in the worst places that the world has to offer in 2 1/2 years, but it's ok. I could be wounded beyond repair after I graduate, but it's ok. I could die before I reach 24, but it's ok. It's all good because I've decided that I'm living a great life. I've made decisions that others won't dare to make. I get to do things that others will never get to do. I'm going to see things that my peers will never see and some things that no one, including myself, ever wants to see. I took the risk and left my state, my family, my home. I'm taking a risk being in the Army, putting my life on the line for the ideals that I believe in. I always thought that I was just another guy living another life searching for something to set myself apart. But I've come to realize that I HAVE set myself apart. I've done and am doing something that my peers aren't willing to do. I'm pushing my goals to the side to serve and possibly die for this great country and the people in it. Even if they don't like me. . . I'm working for them. Even if they don't like this country. . . I'm working for them. I'm working for them under all circumstances. What a great feeling to know that in 2 years I, a kid from a small town in North Dakota, will be leading your brothers and sisters, your friends and relatives, your sons and daughters throughout the world for you. All of you. Every American. No other occupation can compare. No other career can touch every person every day. I love me. I love my life. I love everyone that has made me who I am. Thank you.
Thank you. . .
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| I have a chemistry WPR that requires my utmost attention but I feel the need to write in leau of re-learning the answers to questions that I'll inevitable answer whether I consume myself with studying or not.
So like I said, I'm in a writing mood this evening. The all too often untapped power contained in words compels me. And I have no choice but to give in. . . willingly of course. But if I am to write then I must of course have a topic. Or must I? Would it not be writing if I were to compile random words or, even simpler, a chaos of letters with no rhythm or rhyme that no soul including myself could decipher? Quite the quizzically quizzing question isn't it?
oqirua)*q04` 12048ulkjjnf)(&f09824!$3307_)(a;nzLKJJAF hmm. . . not the most appealing or conceptually rewarding concoction. . .
I could, in celebration of the journaling purpose of this site, write something journalish. Something deep or shallow that claims its only fame when viewed by those who care to know what thoughts and processes have consumed my life lately. Indeed that will be the concentration of my rambling this evening, if it is longer than my already lengthy ramblings of course.
I suppose the best place to begin would be Sunday evening since I last left off with Sunday's morning. I have a very new and fulfilling friend of the female persuasion who I met the day of the Superbowl on an outing with Big Brothers/Big Sisters. I was bored. She was bored. She asked me if I wanted to partake in the viewing of one of the greatest shows of all time, Aquateen Hunger Force, and I, of course, could not turn down the callings of a beautiful young lady and the antics of a talking wad of meat. We watched. We laughed. She ate some pasta. It was good. We found that the Oscars were occurring that evening and, thus, decided to head to her dayroom to take part in the awarding of awardees with golden awards of award-winning achievement. We ate. We played pool. We watched Oscars. We laughed. We discussed our futures. And it was good. But good things cannot last forever as I realized by the sounding of Tattoo. I rushed back to my room, developed my plebe for an outstanding minute. Then began Monday's homework. . .
Hmm. . .it seems that this might get a little lengthy. So, I, in an attempt to be a worthwhile and caring friend, recommend that you take this moment to back away from the screen, blink your eyes a few times, continue wondering when I started to talk in such a drastically different manner, and return with a new fire that burns to hear more of the excitement that commendeers the life of Aaron C. Saari.
Monday was nearly useless. The day was nearly a garbage day, a mere waste of the air that could have belonged to those living a more worthwhile existance at that point in time, but then Miranda called. And we talked, as we always do, for a few hours. And when we left our technology enabled, nearly restrictionless forum, we felt fulfilled as if everything in the world was good for that moment. I had my short-lived connection to home and she had her equally short-lived connection to a love of the past turned friend for the present and future. It was 2AM when my head hit my pillow; 4AM when mine eyes opened to the quietly effective sound of my alarm. The sacrifice for that short lived escape from the normal is always worth it. The homework always gets done and you never have the chance to go back and take advantage of the opportunity that you had. A long day ahead filled with classes ended at 4PM. The snow flakes piling upon its brothers beckoned for me. I had been waiting for this moment all day. I had never boarded on freshly fallen snow before; finally the day had come. So smooth. So soft. So perfect. Falling mattered not for I fell on a bed that an angel would sleep on. Trillions upon trillions of the evidence of God's eye for detail as far as I could see. And it was happy. And it was good. Then today. Another long day of classes. A run and ab workout in preparation for spring break. And now I am here. Opening the window to my mind so you can peer in. I commend you for staying to this point. I sincerely hope that you have found something worthwhile that compels you to wonder where this rambling man has come from and where he is going. Now a new force calls for me. I cannot push aside the screams of Chemistry any longer, so I must be on my way. Go in peace my friend. | | |
| I finally went snowboarding on Friday. And it was GLORIOUS. Except the fact that my board was set up completely backwards. . . and that I don't have snowpants. . . and my gloves have holes in them. . .and my jacket smells like smoke. . .and I fell a lot . . Yeah other than that it was awesome. I did a couple runs and was falling like mad. My worst fall was definately when I fell on my fist. I was falling forward and trying to stop my fall with my hand (which just happened to be in a fist) and my chest fell right on my fist. That's like punching myself with all my body weight. Yeah it still hurts to breathe. . .and stretch my arms. . .and lay on my side. . . and laugh . . . maybe I broke something. . . hope not. . . So it turns out my board was set up backwards. The guy I bought it from must have rode goofy cause the back of the board was definately closest to my front foot while I was riding. Which explains why I was falling. So I changed it up and everything worked great. Except my chest, which wouldn't let me breathe without the feel of a hammer hitting it. Yeah the boarding after I fixed my board was short lived. . .
Then there was yesterday. A physics test at 7:30 in the morning. Who does that? OH wait wait, I know, it must be the only college in the nation that has Saturday morning exams . . . West Point. Awesome. This thing was hard as balls. And I don't mean those soft fragile balls like we men have. I mean like wrecking ball hard. And ironically enough, that's what the test did, it demolished a shitload of my classmates. A bunch of 'em didn't even finish it. Which is good for me I guess since somehow by the grace of God I managed to finish the whole test. . . with the bonus. Hopefully they'll apply a curve or EVERYONE'S grades are gonna be hurtin'. Then to ease the pain I decided to watch Saturday morning cartoons. What the hell? I'm being seriously here. What the hell happened to the good stuff on Saturday morning? It's all Anime, dammit. All these crazily drawn cartoons with huge mouths that posses crazy powers or have a life filled with combat card playing. It's crap! I miss my Looney Tunes, Ninja Turtles, and Duck Tales. I guess I'll just have to stick with watching old Family Guy and Southpark. At least last night was good. There was a Battle of the Bands at the ski slope. There were only 5 bands but it was still great. They were hella-good. And I had some new friends to go with which was awesome. But most of all from going last night, I've come to realize that I miss playing drumset.  I need to get in a band or something so I can jam out cause this place takes a toll on me and I need something that I enjoy and am semi-good at.
So I've finally got all of my summer assignments. Air Assault 1 and Beast 2 PSG. Not too bad. I wanted Beast 2 PSG, so that worked out. Didn't explicitly sign up for Air Assault but it's some good stuff to learn since I'll be using that kinda stuff in a couple years. And the patch on the chest always spurts conversation with those who don't know what it is. The only drawback to my summer schedule? The schedule. Beast 2 was working out well. I'd start on 5 July and go till the start of school. Not bad. But AA just threw a wrench in the summer cause it starts on 9 June and goes till the 20th. So my summer leave is split almost in half. I have a little less than a week and a half after graduation then I have to be here for AA then I have two weeks off before I have to start Beast. Shitty. I'll admit it IS a great amount of time for summer break but I can't go home both those times. Too much money. So now I'm stuck. Do I go home before or after Air Assault? And more importantly, what am I gonna do during the break that I don't go home? Damn tough decisions. . .and lack of money. . . mostly lack of money though. . . | | |
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For those that care (and you all should. It's your sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, friends and relatives), here's some things to make you think. . .
1. There were 39 combat related killings in Iraq during January.... In the
fair city of Detroit there were 35 murders in the month of January. That's
just one American city, about as deadly as the entire war torn country of
Iraq .
2. When some claim President Bush shouldn't have started this war, state
the following:
a. FDR...led us into World War II.
b. Germany never attacked us: Japan did.
From 1941-1945, 450,000 lives were lost, an average of 112,500
per year.
c. Truman...finished that war and started one in Korea. North Korea
never attacked us.
From 1950-1953, 55,000 lives were lost, an average of 18,334 per
year.
d. John F. Kennedy. ..started the Vietnam conflict in 1962. Vietnam
never attacked us.
e. Johnson...turned Vietnam into a quagmire.
From 1965-1975, 58,000 lives were lost, an average of 5,800 per
year.
f. Clinton...went to war in Bosnia without UN or French consent.
Bosnia never attacked us.
He was offered Osama bin Laden's head on a platter three times by
Sudan and did nothing Osama has attacked us on multiple occasions.
g. In the years since terrorists attacked us President Bush has
liberated two countries, crushed the Taliban, crippled al-Qaida, put
nuclear inspectors in Libya, Iran and North Korea without firing a shot,
and captured a terrorist who slaughtered 300,000 of his own people.
The Democrats are complaining about how long the war is taking, but...It
took less time to take Iraq than it took Janet Reno to take the Branch
Davidian compound. That was a 51-day operation.
We've been looking for evidence of chemical weapons in Iraq for less time
than it took Hillary Clinton to find the Rose Law Firm billing records.
It took less time for the 3rd Infantry Division and the Marines to destroy
the Medina Republican Guard than it took Ted Kennedy to call the police
after his Oldsmobile sank at Chapaquiddick
It took less time to take Iraq than it took to count the votes in
Florida!!!!
Our Commander-In-Chief is doing a GREAT JOB! The Military morale is high!
The biased media hopes we are too ignorant to realize the facts.
But Wait, there's more......................
JOHN GLENN (ON THE SENATE FLOOR
Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 11:13
Some people still don't understand why military personnel do what they do
for a living. This exchange between Senators John Glenn and Senator Howard
Metzenbaum is worth reading. Not only is it a pretty impressive impromptu
speech, but it's also a good example of one man's explanation of why men
and women in the armed services do what they do for a living.
This IS a typical, though sad, example of what some who have never served
think of the military.
Senator Metzenbaum (speaking to Senator Glenn): "How can you run for Senate
when you've never held a real job?"
Senator Glenn (D-Ohio): "I served 23 years in the United States Marine
Corps. I served through two wars. I flew 149 missions. My plane was hit by
anti-aircraft fire on 12 different occasions. I was in the space program.
It wasn't my checkbook, Howard; it was my life on the line. It was not a
nine-to-five job, where I took time off to take the daily cash receipts to
the bank."
"I ask you to go with me ... as I went the other day... to a veteran's
hospital and look those men - with their mangled bodies - in the eye, and
tell THEM they didn't hold a job! You go with me to the Space Program at
NASA and go, as I have gone, to the widows and Orphans of Ed White, Gus
Grissom and Roger Chaffee... and you look those kids in the eye and tell
them that their DADS didn't hold a job. You go with me on Memorial Day and
you stand in Arlington National Cemetery, where I have more friends buried
than I'd like to remember, and you watch those waving flags.
You stand there, and you think about this nation, and you tell ME that
those people didn't have a job? I'll tell you, Howard Metzenbaum; you
should be on your knees every day of your life thanking God that there were
some men - SOME MEN - who held REAL jobs. And they required a dedication
to a purpose - and a love of country and a dedication to duty - that was
more important than life itself. And their self-sacrifice is what made this
country possible. I HAVE held a job, Howard! What about you?"
For those who don't remember - During W.W.II, Howard Metzenbaum was an
attorney representing the Communist Party in the USA. Now he's a Senator!
Hmmm never hear the relevent stuff on the news do ya . . .
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