Party was "meh." Basically all of highschool boiled down into a few hours. Not much to report, think Anna kinda wanted to talk for a bit, but I left pretty aimlessly a few hours in. Maybe I'll try and see if she wanted to talk, and if so if she wants to do it before I leave.
Tkacz was there, acted about as normal as could be hoped. From reports though, she is more insane than ever. That house has left its mark on her, slightly tweaked her in the wrong places. I hope the best for her, but hope that I'm not around to see it go down, whatever it is, when it does.
I dislike Katie, that's all there is to it. She's very pretty, in a Luna Lovegood type of way, but also very much the underhanded queen b. One of the few people I wouldn't want to head off in a game of words, because she likes winning for winning's sake. That makes me mad (probably because it's like me.)
Ben was borderline annoying again. I simply can't be around him anymore.
Mathis seemed preoccupied this evening, more investigation is necessary.
Brandon was good for laughs, as usual. Gotta like a guy who can talk about absolutely nothing and make it amusing.
David, Alicia's new boyfriend. Kid might be gay, but for her sake I want him to just be metro.
Aaand that's about it. Just a lot of people talking, the kind of place I hate the most.
Fin,
Angel
20101127
20101125
Entry 4.5, in response to outward stimuli
McCracken contacted me in order to, I don't know, reprimand me? It's not the right word, but it's the first one that comes to mind. This has simply reminded me why highschool was so goddamn terrible and why I hate this town in addition to the people in it.
In light of that, I believe I'm retracting my rsvp to the party tomorrow night. I'll apologize at a later time, or I won't. In all likelihood, it will be the second option. I'm simply far too angry with far too many people involved in that shindig for me to voluntarily show up, and I owe no one there anything more than a curt nod down in passing.
I think I'm going to try and get out of here Saturday directly after work. There's no reason for me to stick around here more than I have to. The sooner I'm out of the entire St. Louis area, the sooner I can bash my head into a wall over and over so I can forget this entire few days. One of those moments where I just look at Greenland and Iceland and think that possibly I should just go now. But I won't. I need start up money, and that's what the next several years are for. The US Army is going to pay for me to live in a different country, the irony doesn't escape me.
But the only thing here on sunday is church, and I can't listen to Pastor Eatherton give another sermon on "keeping marriages in the faith." Every argument I hear him say could word for word be used for race instead. "They could tempt you into their ways." "Their faiths will impure yours." etc etc. Last time, I got up and left and puked outside. I can't believe some of the stuff I hear him say. Religion is a way to cross the boundaries present in all ethical and cultural situations. Some people say that the world would be better without religion, but they're wrong. It's our saving aspect. Without a slightly unified way of thinking, we would have died out a long time ago.
But then to turn it on it's head as a way to hurt people and keep them separated, it's literally enough to make me sick. I have a physical reaction to it, it hits me that hard to hear otherwise good and honest people say it. It's a bastardization of everything that is good and wonderful about the entire thing. A believer shouldn't be worried about protecting their faith. It's there, it's not going anywhere. They should just go out and find someone that they love and care about and be with that person. If they're of different religions? All the better. If I remember right, converts are a believer's favourite word to hear. Who better to convert than your spouse? Are you not strong enough to not "give-in" to your spouse? Are you not provided enough strength for it by your God?
The only way that you can reconcile abandoning someone over religion is simply your own fear. Fear of inadequacy. Fear of losing yourself. But a good spouse isn't trying to change you for themselves, they aren't actively attempting to change you at all. You got married because you accept and cherish that person exactly as they are. If they never changed, you could still be happy forever. If change comes, it's because of the positive forces you display in your life, not through manipulation and games. Manipulation will change actions, but never hearts.
Religion that uses emotional pleas and backhanded manipulation to sway it's faithful and exclude and hurt others isn't a religion at all, it's a hate-cult. If it's ever a them-vs-us situation, get out. Just grab the Bible, grab the Koran, grab the Book of Mormon, the scrolls of Zoroastor, the Baghava-Gita, grab whatever you hold dear, go home and read it. Don't let someone else tell you what to believe. It's your heart, your mind. Religion comes from you, not from the people around you. It's a personal choice, and if you were alone in the world in believing what you do and you give it up because you're alone, then you never really believed. A desert island faith, a place of refuge for yourself and yourself alone. A place where others may visit and leave their mark, but are instructed to leave after a while. A place where it could be just you forever, and you would still be a fast foundation against any coming storm. That is religion, that is faith. Anything less, is nothing.
But I think that's why they try and convince you to never marry outside the faith. Because they know that they can't play the game at that level. When you care about someone, enough "you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know they're your heart. And you know you were their armour. And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'er" situation, when that person has become so much of you that you let them live with you and be part of your personal religion, then manipulation (outside of where to go for dinner) might as well be playing Russian Roulette. There are no winners, only a bunch of people that get hurt, and those left over to cry over the corpses. And then who would buy that new stain glass window?
In light of that, I believe I'm retracting my rsvp to the party tomorrow night. I'll apologize at a later time, or I won't. In all likelihood, it will be the second option. I'm simply far too angry with far too many people involved in that shindig for me to voluntarily show up, and I owe no one there anything more than a curt nod down in passing.
I think I'm going to try and get out of here Saturday directly after work. There's no reason for me to stick around here more than I have to. The sooner I'm out of the entire St. Louis area, the sooner I can bash my head into a wall over and over so I can forget this entire few days. One of those moments where I just look at Greenland and Iceland and think that possibly I should just go now. But I won't. I need start up money, and that's what the next several years are for. The US Army is going to pay for me to live in a different country, the irony doesn't escape me.
But the only thing here on sunday is church, and I can't listen to Pastor Eatherton give another sermon on "keeping marriages in the faith." Every argument I hear him say could word for word be used for race instead. "They could tempt you into their ways." "Their faiths will impure yours." etc etc. Last time, I got up and left and puked outside. I can't believe some of the stuff I hear him say. Religion is a way to cross the boundaries present in all ethical and cultural situations. Some people say that the world would be better without religion, but they're wrong. It's our saving aspect. Without a slightly unified way of thinking, we would have died out a long time ago.
But then to turn it on it's head as a way to hurt people and keep them separated, it's literally enough to make me sick. I have a physical reaction to it, it hits me that hard to hear otherwise good and honest people say it. It's a bastardization of everything that is good and wonderful about the entire thing. A believer shouldn't be worried about protecting their faith. It's there, it's not going anywhere. They should just go out and find someone that they love and care about and be with that person. If they're of different religions? All the better. If I remember right, converts are a believer's favourite word to hear. Who better to convert than your spouse? Are you not strong enough to not "give-in" to your spouse? Are you not provided enough strength for it by your God?
The only way that you can reconcile abandoning someone over religion is simply your own fear. Fear of inadequacy. Fear of losing yourself. But a good spouse isn't trying to change you for themselves, they aren't actively attempting to change you at all. You got married because you accept and cherish that person exactly as they are. If they never changed, you could still be happy forever. If change comes, it's because of the positive forces you display in your life, not through manipulation and games. Manipulation will change actions, but never hearts.
Religion that uses emotional pleas and backhanded manipulation to sway it's faithful and exclude and hurt others isn't a religion at all, it's a hate-cult. If it's ever a them-vs-us situation, get out. Just grab the Bible, grab the Koran, grab the Book of Mormon, the scrolls of Zoroastor, the Baghava-Gita, grab whatever you hold dear, go home and read it. Don't let someone else tell you what to believe. It's your heart, your mind. Religion comes from you, not from the people around you. It's a personal choice, and if you were alone in the world in believing what you do and you give it up because you're alone, then you never really believed. A desert island faith, a place of refuge for yourself and yourself alone. A place where others may visit and leave their mark, but are instructed to leave after a while. A place where it could be just you forever, and you would still be a fast foundation against any coming storm. That is religion, that is faith. Anything less, is nothing.
But I think that's why they try and convince you to never marry outside the faith. Because they know that they can't play the game at that level. When you care about someone, enough "you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When they know they're your heart. And you know you were their armour. And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'er" situation, when that person has become so much of you that you let them live with you and be part of your personal religion, then manipulation (outside of where to go for dinner) might as well be playing Russian Roulette. There are no winners, only a bunch of people that get hurt, and those left over to cry over the corpses. And then who would buy that new stain glass window?
Entry 4
Not much to report. Marched with my ruck in the storms last night. Got 10 miles out, but then tornado alarms went off and I was forced to retire. I was picked up, sad days.
We've got some snow now. It's white, but not too white, just enough to make the roads very dangerous.
Worked today, twas slow. Left early, yeah that slow.
Avoiding doing anything the rest of the day hopefully.
Tomorrow, I've got Anna's birthday party after work. Not sure how that's going to work out. They all intentionally didn't invite me to their Harry Potter movie night, but Anna specifically made sure I was invited to this party. Not sure how to make that, especially because I'm not sure she and Stephen are dating anymore. Odd, annoying and sad. It's one of those situations where I wanted it to work out because I wanted it to be worthwhile, if it doesn't/didn't then it makes me mad.
Beyond her and maybe two others, it's a bunch of people that have been making it a point not to hang out with me. Anna, Matt (kinda?) and Joe/Mathis (though Joe was the one that didn't invite me to HP7) are the only ones I've talked to or hung out with in... a year.
The entire event is going to be an extremely stressful event. I can't imagine how everything is going to plan out, but I said I would be there, so be there I will.
Time to go hide in the basement with the lights off.
~Angel
We've got some snow now. It's white, but not too white, just enough to make the roads very dangerous.
Worked today, twas slow. Left early, yeah that slow.
Avoiding doing anything the rest of the day hopefully.
Tomorrow, I've got Anna's birthday party after work. Not sure how that's going to work out. They all intentionally didn't invite me to their Harry Potter movie night, but Anna specifically made sure I was invited to this party. Not sure how to make that, especially because I'm not sure she and Stephen are dating anymore. Odd, annoying and sad. It's one of those situations where I wanted it to work out because I wanted it to be worthwhile, if it doesn't/didn't then it makes me mad.
Beyond her and maybe two others, it's a bunch of people that have been making it a point not to hang out with me. Anna, Matt (kinda?) and Joe/Mathis (though Joe was the one that didn't invite me to HP7) are the only ones I've talked to or hung out with in... a year.
The entire event is going to be an extremely stressful event. I can't imagine how everything is going to plan out, but I said I would be there, so be there I will.
Time to go hide in the basement with the lights off.
~Angel
20101124
Entry 3
Not much to report today. Dropped kitten off with his brother and sister, almost got shot in the process. Two options were available at a fork in the road, the hill on the left or the hill on the right. I took right being the good gamer I am, and it turned out to not be their house but I wandered around on this dude's porch at 6am. I was later informed that this man was a gunsmith and has shot three people in "defense of self and property." YIKES. Went home after leaving kitty with the townie.
Got a little workout in while waiting for Shackleford and Johnson to show for PT, neither did. Johnson is excused, but Jake is getting his rear handed to him on a grill Monday morning.
Vacuumed the apartment but left the dishes in the sink to ferment and grow. I expect a full scale war on Sunday when I clean those microbes off. It shall be a biological war of epic proportions. I'm psyched.
Stopped in at Westmo, visited sarah, mike, alex and chris.
Sarah is as confused as ever with herself. Still not sure about her approval rating.
Mike seems to be doing a bit better with his self esteem, this is good. Let us now hope that he keeps it up.
Alex looks like that guy from Big Bang Theory, a quick google turns up the name Howard, sounds right. He needs to have a haircut that doesn't make him look like an 80's porn star, both Howard and Alex. But it is amusing, so who is to worry?
Chris seems to be carrying on in the current climate (social and academic) quite nicely. The open access to alcohol would normally be worrying for a character in his position, but as long as he keeps himself in check I believe he'll be fine.
Tried to eat a pepper of some sort while there that was hot and large and absolutely revolting, I take note not to eat it again.
Got home, nothing new. Finished ME2, lost Miranda, but she's kinda worthless, so I don't much mind. Will have to examine the implications of that in ME3 and might have to redo the final mission if she seems to come into play often. I doubt I will though.
That's all for the evening, I am fairly pleased with the day, tomorrow should be Lona-time and not sure what else.
Joyous times,
Angel
Got a little workout in while waiting for Shackleford and Johnson to show for PT, neither did. Johnson is excused, but Jake is getting his rear handed to him on a grill Monday morning.
Vacuumed the apartment but left the dishes in the sink to ferment and grow. I expect a full scale war on Sunday when I clean those microbes off. It shall be a biological war of epic proportions. I'm psyched.
Stopped in at Westmo, visited sarah, mike, alex and chris.
Sarah is as confused as ever with herself. Still not sure about her approval rating.
Mike seems to be doing a bit better with his self esteem, this is good. Let us now hope that he keeps it up.
Alex looks like that guy from Big Bang Theory, a quick google turns up the name Howard, sounds right. He needs to have a haircut that doesn't make him look like an 80's porn star, both Howard and Alex. But it is amusing, so who is to worry?
Chris seems to be carrying on in the current climate (social and academic) quite nicely. The open access to alcohol would normally be worrying for a character in his position, but as long as he keeps himself in check I believe he'll be fine.
Tried to eat a pepper of some sort while there that was hot and large and absolutely revolting, I take note not to eat it again.
Got home, nothing new. Finished ME2, lost Miranda, but she's kinda worthless, so I don't much mind. Will have to examine the implications of that in ME3 and might have to redo the final mission if she seems to come into play often. I doubt I will though.
That's all for the evening, I am fairly pleased with the day, tomorrow should be Lona-time and not sure what else.
Joyous times,
Angel
20101122
Entry 2
Goddamn kids. I swear, if I have to keep another one of you alive because of an injury, I'm gonna beat you all senseless.
Today makes 3 potentially-fatal injuries I've had to prevent/remedy in the last two weeks. The following is my dossier.
Subject: Elliot
Diagnosis: Dehydration
Signs: Stumbling, slurred speech, lowslung eyes, muscle failure
Hazards: Almost fell into razor wire after falling out of Romeo formation during morning PT.
Action: Caught as falling, with Sgt B's help managed to keep off the wires and back onto feet on the road. Got some water in, and stayed with patient until fully conscious and at respectable muscle levels. Ran back with Sgt and patient to platoon formation.
Follow up: Patient was well hydrated and restored back to full health by midday, no real trauma. Sketchy memory of the event, but nothing damaging.
Subject: K
Diagnosis: Shattered Patella, Shock
Signs: Visible trauma to the patella (kneecap) and severe pain (Identified as a 7 out of 10)
Hazards: Patient slammed into an airvent while playing game, destroyed the kneecap on collision, due to the intense and sudden pain, body reverted into shock, threatened convulsions.
Action: Ran onto court, ordered blankets and ice, called 911, stabilized and kept conscious until EMTs arrived and we moved him to a stretcher where he was taken to a hospital. Kid's a trooper.
Follow up: Patient in good spirits. Had a solid surgery, went better than expected, a full recovery is not expected, but 70% capacity is likely. Returning to school at week's end.
Subject: A.S.
Diagnosis: Low Blood Sugar, Head Laceration, Coma, Concussion
Signs: Unconscious, smashed head into ground, rapid blood loss, rating of 3 on GCS
Hazards: Patient passed out in class, slipped and fell to floor, smashing head into ground and spurting blood. No visible signs of activity.
Action: Ordered the class into a basic first aid response: 911, blankets, ice, authorities. Preformed AVPU and GCS. Ratings of U and 3-4 respectively. Tried various methods to wake up, name calling, pain induction (ear pinching) etc. Eventually aroused consciousness, continued evaluating patient every 15 seconds, saw increased activity until 13. Patient denied an ambulance to 911, EMTs deemed unnecessary. Patient fed and watered until back in action 15 minutes later.
I mean goddamn, how many of you do I have to save until people stop trying to die around me? Head wounds? Surgical necessitating problems? RAZOR WIRE?? I swear I will beat every one of you until you stop this junk.
This is exactly why I need combat medic training, people tend to assume it's alright to die around me and apparently I'm the only one who ever balls up and saves them. It would be nice to have certification for this, and a larger knowledge base.
In other news, I completely wrote my literary analysis paper in 2 hours before class (we were given a month to do it) and about 1/3 of it was purely physics. Have fun with that teacher.
Also got a 60 on econ, which was the second highest in the class, giving me a B in the strange world of the econ grading scale.
That is all,
Angel
Today makes 3 potentially-fatal injuries I've had to prevent/remedy in the last two weeks. The following is my dossier.
Subject: Elliot
Diagnosis: Dehydration
Signs: Stumbling, slurred speech, lowslung eyes, muscle failure
Hazards: Almost fell into razor wire after falling out of Romeo formation during morning PT.
Action: Caught as falling, with Sgt B's help managed to keep off the wires and back onto feet on the road. Got some water in, and stayed with patient until fully conscious and at respectable muscle levels. Ran back with Sgt and patient to platoon formation.
Follow up: Patient was well hydrated and restored back to full health by midday, no real trauma. Sketchy memory of the event, but nothing damaging.
Subject: K
Diagnosis: Shattered Patella, Shock
Signs: Visible trauma to the patella (kneecap) and severe pain (Identified as a 7 out of 10)
Hazards: Patient slammed into an airvent while playing game, destroyed the kneecap on collision, due to the intense and sudden pain, body reverted into shock, threatened convulsions.
Action: Ran onto court, ordered blankets and ice, called 911, stabilized and kept conscious until EMTs arrived and we moved him to a stretcher where he was taken to a hospital. Kid's a trooper.
Follow up: Patient in good spirits. Had a solid surgery, went better than expected, a full recovery is not expected, but 70% capacity is likely. Returning to school at week's end.
Subject: A.S.
Diagnosis: Low Blood Sugar, Head Laceration, Coma, Concussion
Signs: Unconscious, smashed head into ground, rapid blood loss, rating of 3 on GCS
Hazards: Patient passed out in class, slipped and fell to floor, smashing head into ground and spurting blood. No visible signs of activity.
Action: Ordered the class into a basic first aid response: 911, blankets, ice, authorities. Preformed AVPU and GCS. Ratings of U and 3-4 respectively. Tried various methods to wake up, name calling, pain induction (ear pinching) etc. Eventually aroused consciousness, continued evaluating patient every 15 seconds, saw increased activity until 13. Patient denied an ambulance to 911, EMTs deemed unnecessary. Patient fed and watered until back in action 15 minutes later.
I mean goddamn, how many of you do I have to save until people stop trying to die around me? Head wounds? Surgical necessitating problems? RAZOR WIRE?? I swear I will beat every one of you until you stop this junk.
This is exactly why I need combat medic training, people tend to assume it's alright to die around me and apparently I'm the only one who ever balls up and saves them. It would be nice to have certification for this, and a larger knowledge base.
In other news, I completely wrote my literary analysis paper in 2 hours before class (we were given a month to do it) and about 1/3 of it was purely physics. Have fun with that teacher.
Also got a 60 on econ, which was the second highest in the class, giving me a B in the strange world of the econ grading scale.
That is all,
Angel
20101121
Entry 1
Start up post, etc. Made dozens of blogs in the past, none continued; might link to some of the old ones later; zanga, blogger, wordpress, maybe all of them.
Went out to smoke some of the new blend that Denny got me in town, tobacco burns, but it calms the mind in the worst storms. Can understand why it's lasted this long in society, but can't let myself have too much, been good about it all year. Once a month or so, just to get my head straight and sorted.
Kitten is sleeping on my lap. Unfortunately will have to wake him so I can write that literary analysis due tomorrow. Was given to us a month ago, just realized what I am going to write it on; Fate.
Doman and I had it out about this topic a few classes back. She blatantly ignored my argument in class, so time to make her understand by forcing her to read 10 pages on the subject. This is why you let me have my two cents, cause I can give the whole dollar if necessary to prove my point.
Fate is personified by Hesiod as three women, but before him, in the Illiad and the Odyssey, there is no such group. Fate is instead just a "force" or quite possibly the will of the gods in some interpretations. But I deny this. If it was the will of the gods, it could be and would be changed with their ever fickle natures. If it was a force, as with all forces, it could be circumvented. IT NEVER IS.
When talking about Fate, one needs to see it as a totality. It's the end product. It's the results of what is to come, but it's neither good nor bad. The problem some people have with Fate is that they don't like the outcome, so they try and change it; by this action they cause it. Also, if you take Fate in stride, it will also happen. This is because Fate isn't a person, it's has no thoughts, it's not a force, it has no power. Fate doesn't exist beyond the perception of it. Instead, Fate is just knowledge in it's purest construct.
Kitten has woken up, and is dead set on typing it seems.
This concept of Fate can be understood in pre-quantum physics, (at the quantum level this idea breaks down due to quantum probability and the impossibility of defining the location and direction of electrons, but we're going to guess the Greeks didn't know about that.) If you lived in a different universe but could still see this one, measure it, analyze it, and put all that information into a machine, you could simulate our universe as a virtual construct and play out the entirety of the life of the universe. You could see how everything, every atom, every person, every plant, how it would die, how it would thrive, and live, and love, and carry on. You would know when everything would happen, when it would happen, where it would happen and why. You would know Fate, because you would know what would happen before it did.
Now go one further than that, a person outside of your universe has a computer that can simulate your universe and ours. Now he can predict what you would do in response to that.
Go further again one universe, and a third observer could predict what he would do.
See how this is going?
Fate is a perfect understanding, but like all knowledge, for it to exist it has to have something that comprehends it. Makes one double think about a lot of things.
In this understanding, "free will" doesn't exist, but it feels like it does. The bouncing atoms and pumping chemicals makes it seem as though free will exists even though it doesn't. But, to those of us on the ground, for all intents and purposes it does. This thinking shouldn't change us into lazy 'what happens, happens' couch potatoes waiting for the world to come; it should galvanize us and make us want to prove me wrong. Because if I were right, this world would be a sad sad place.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0reAWsKUPU&feature=related
Likely to skip next semester and go to basic and AIT, 68W, Combat Medic (ahhh, see the name? yup.)
Basic would be nine weeks, AIT would be another 16. somewhere between 6 and 7 months to turn me into a butt-kicking-life-saving machine. I would graduate with my EMT certification, some amazing training under my belt as well as a nice chunk of change in the bank with a larger paycheck.
Major Gardner thinks it's a waste of my time, but I think I should do it. I'm waiting to hear from Sgt Byers on the topic as well.
See you later, Space Cowboy.
Went out to smoke some of the new blend that Denny got me in town, tobacco burns, but it calms the mind in the worst storms. Can understand why it's lasted this long in society, but can't let myself have too much, been good about it all year. Once a month or so, just to get my head straight and sorted.
Kitten is sleeping on my lap. Unfortunately will have to wake him so I can write that literary analysis due tomorrow. Was given to us a month ago, just realized what I am going to write it on; Fate.
Doman and I had it out about this topic a few classes back. She blatantly ignored my argument in class, so time to make her understand by forcing her to read 10 pages on the subject. This is why you let me have my two cents, cause I can give the whole dollar if necessary to prove my point.
Fate is personified by Hesiod as three women, but before him, in the Illiad and the Odyssey, there is no such group. Fate is instead just a "force" or quite possibly the will of the gods in some interpretations. But I deny this. If it was the will of the gods, it could be and would be changed with their ever fickle natures. If it was a force, as with all forces, it could be circumvented. IT NEVER IS.
When talking about Fate, one needs to see it as a totality. It's the end product. It's the results of what is to come, but it's neither good nor bad. The problem some people have with Fate is that they don't like the outcome, so they try and change it; by this action they cause it. Also, if you take Fate in stride, it will also happen. This is because Fate isn't a person, it's has no thoughts, it's not a force, it has no power. Fate doesn't exist beyond the perception of it. Instead, Fate is just knowledge in it's purest construct.
Kitten has woken up, and is dead set on typing it seems.
This concept of Fate can be understood in pre-quantum physics, (at the quantum level this idea breaks down due to quantum probability and the impossibility of defining the location and direction of electrons, but we're going to guess the Greeks didn't know about that.) If you lived in a different universe but could still see this one, measure it, analyze it, and put all that information into a machine, you could simulate our universe as a virtual construct and play out the entirety of the life of the universe. You could see how everything, every atom, every person, every plant, how it would die, how it would thrive, and live, and love, and carry on. You would know when everything would happen, when it would happen, where it would happen and why. You would know Fate, because you would know what would happen before it did.
Now go one further than that, a person outside of your universe has a computer that can simulate your universe and ours. Now he can predict what you would do in response to that.
Go further again one universe, and a third observer could predict what he would do.
See how this is going?
Fate is a perfect understanding, but like all knowledge, for it to exist it has to have something that comprehends it. Makes one double think about a lot of things.
In this understanding, "free will" doesn't exist, but it feels like it does. The bouncing atoms and pumping chemicals makes it seem as though free will exists even though it doesn't. But, to those of us on the ground, for all intents and purposes it does. This thinking shouldn't change us into lazy 'what happens, happens' couch potatoes waiting for the world to come; it should galvanize us and make us want to prove me wrong. Because if I were right, this world would be a sad sad place.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0reAWsKUPU&feature=related
Likely to skip next semester and go to basic and AIT, 68W, Combat Medic (ahhh, see the name? yup.)
Basic would be nine weeks, AIT would be another 16. somewhere between 6 and 7 months to turn me into a butt-kicking-life-saving machine. I would graduate with my EMT certification, some amazing training under my belt as well as a nice chunk of change in the bank with a larger paycheck.
Major Gardner thinks it's a waste of my time, but I think I should do it. I'm waiting to hear from Sgt Byers on the topic as well.
See you later, Space Cowboy.
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