The story so far:
"The Galactic Captains Log Of The Insane Space Pirate Cerevantes De Grande" -> "Thursday, October 26, 3456, 5:46 AM" -> "Monday, December 11, 2006, 8:13 AM"
Lately I've been getting mad about a lot of things that are just juvenile to begin with, namely people not liking me, and getting angry over the way people act. It's just really stupid to say the least, and to those of you hurt by anything I've written or said, I don't apologize.
I made a new friend today at the space port, shes cute and from Spain, so that's going to be fun to try to find her again on the campus.
As for that last log entry, I was just pissed because I didn't get through once again. I'm sorry, its was stupid of me and sometimes I just gotta vent some built up steam to keep everything in working order ya know?
In all manners I do want to reconnect with her, It's just that I should've dropped any insecurities I had long ago and closed the gap. Some of the things I say or do may not make sense to other people, but I do what I can to get by. So once again, I do apologize for any pig headed remarks I've made in the past.
Out of one circle of friends into another huh? lol... This'll be fun. I've learned alot through out my life. Like how to run really fast from people that want to hurt you, how not to get laid, how to be the most caring guy in the world and write stupid things for stupid reasons. There's only one real intresting thing here that gets my attention every now and then. That no matter what, she'll still be the most beautifull woman I've ever met. We've both been through hell and back and yet everytime I look at her I forget why I was angry in the first place. Life's kinda funny like that you know? Hold on, need to move some stuff so my dog can get on the bed and I can feed them....lol. Anyways, where was I? No matter who I meet in life or what my thoughts of them are, I will never, NEVER, start off being mad at them, if they piss me off, then yes I will be mad at them, it's only natural. You cant, not, be angry at them because of something stupid and trifle. This world's a tough as hell place to live in, we didnt get anywhere by letting ourselves get trampled on, we stood up on our own two feet and said, "THIS IS WHAT IM MADE OF! COME GET SOME!", we fought our asses off for the life we have today. I dont care who you are or what relation you have to me, friend or foe, if we get into a argument online, you are going down no matter what. But at the moment, I'm not mad at anyone. I'm actualy kinda happy that the wars over with, gives me time to work on things a bit, get my dockworkers licence, work on stories a bit more and live life to the fullest!
The fact that we do have these conversations and no one has yet to throw an insult our way does proove a lot. But the basic fact remains that even though it won't be as prominent then as it is now, that big rock will keep getting smaller, inch by inch. And it will probably be another thousand or so years before that rock is nothing more then a pebble wich well keep chipping away at till it's nothing.
This also bring up another intresting point. I was walking to the brig today, When I got lost in my thoughts about existence and what our purpose really is, whats the answer to the question weve asked ourselves a million times over? Why do we constantly kill our own, just so there will be more killing in the future? How come we're searching for another species besides our own in the universe? Whats the point of everything if we find out that were alone in this thing called existence?
What's the point of living a day to day life, to repeat that which has been repeated by so many others? Wouldn't the world be a much better place if everyone just stopped fighting for five days? For ten? Wouldn't it be nice to hear that all the gangs in the world united with the authorities in an effort to eliminate terrorism? If that could happen, even though it may only be a dream, wouldn't it be nice to know that the worlds better off that way instead of all this fighting?
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