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Dec. 13th, 2006
The time, at the moment, is around 20:00, Israel Standard Time (GMT + 2) on December 13th, 2006. And you know what that means. It means I have about 4 hours left to be 20 years old. 4 years before I begin my twenty-first year on this silly, bloody planet. And what a year it was.
This period, of December 14th 05’ to December 14th 06’ has been one of the busiest in my life. For one, I’ve gained several awesome new friends – I can instantly name MSDL and Pinecone Tortoise, as well as one friend whom I’ve known for ages but only got to know better around late spring-early-summer of 2006, who shall remain at the moment unnamed. I’ve gained a few new material possessions (mainly a laptop, a flipping awesome trenchcoat and a new phone), I’ve advanced artistically in a way that I find significant (mainly due to constant exposure to one awesome artist whose feedback means quite a lot to me), watched quite a few more great anime series (Yay for Eva and GAD Guard!), been promoted again… Yeah.
Also, who would have thought I would have actually been involved in a war? Of course, my department of the wing didn’t feel much of it. We did have a bit more work (including a particularly silly Friday involving much Rescue Hoist action). But still. Holy cow, a flipping WAR. I could go on for hours ranting about how bloody futile it was and how it only made things in the area worse, and how it’s not easy living in a place like Isra Hell, and how every day it seems like the middle east, the so-called cradle of civilization, is definitely going to be the origin of the end of civilization. How flipping circular and ironic. But I’m not going to, because that’s a subject for another more geo-politic rant, which is hardly what I’m trying to do here. What I’m trying to do here is reflect on things from a more personal angle…
So yeah. Three months exactly left before The Stel is out of the army and into reality. And his plans are still vague, but his plans for the immediate future are becoming more apparent. ^_^
But… of course, this year wasn’t perfect. No year is. I’ve lost someone who was, at the time, exceptionally dear to me (who still haunts my mind ever so often, and I really wish she didn’t…) and have been in some state of chaotic emotional turmoil since – it comes and goes, really.
I’m still lonely as hell, but I’ll be fine. I’m a survivor. (smiles lightly) If life shoots me in the gut, I shapeshift the wound away and Sylvan Rush it. ^^
I just want to get out of Isra Hell before all hell breaks loose. Is all…
Wow, this took me an hour to write. It’s now 21:00. I spent an hour reflecting. O_o I feel like a mutated mirror, XD.
This period, of December 14th 05’ to December 14th 06’ has been one of the busiest in my life. For one, I’ve gained several awesome new friends – I can instantly name MSDL and Pinecone Tortoise, as well as one friend whom I’ve known for ages but only got to know better around late spring-early-summer of 2006, who shall remain at the moment unnamed. I’ve gained a few new material possessions (mainly a laptop, a flipping awesome trenchcoat and a new phone), I’ve advanced artistically in a way that I find significant (mainly due to constant exposure to one awesome artist whose feedback means quite a lot to me), watched quite a few more great anime series (Yay for Eva and GAD Guard!), been promoted again… Yeah.
Also, who would have thought I would have actually been involved in a war? Of course, my department of the wing didn’t feel much of it. We did have a bit more work (including a particularly silly Friday involving much Rescue Hoist action). But still. Holy cow, a flipping WAR. I could go on for hours ranting about how bloody futile it was and how it only made things in the area worse, and how it’s not easy living in a place like Isra Hell, and how every day it seems like the middle east, the so-called cradle of civilization, is definitely going to be the origin of the end of civilization. How flipping circular and ironic. But I’m not going to, because that’s a subject for another more geo-politic rant, which is hardly what I’m trying to do here. What I’m trying to do here is reflect on things from a more personal angle…
So yeah. Three months exactly left before The Stel is out of the army and into reality. And his plans are still vague, but his plans for the immediate future are becoming more apparent. ^_^
But… of course, this year wasn’t perfect. No year is. I’ve lost someone who was, at the time, exceptionally dear to me (who still haunts my mind ever so often, and I really wish she didn’t…) and have been in some state of chaotic emotional turmoil since – it comes and goes, really.
I’m still lonely as hell, but I’ll be fine. I’m a survivor. (smiles lightly) If life shoots me in the gut, I shapeshift the wound away and Sylvan Rush it. ^^
I just want to get out of Isra Hell before all hell breaks loose. Is all…
Wow, this took me an hour to write. It’s now 21:00. I spent an hour reflecting. O_o I feel like a mutated mirror, XD.
