The End

I don't know if this is every one's experience, but for some reason I've always been able to view the last moments of my life with more clarity than any other time period.

The trauma... perhaps. It's all crystal clear. I swipe my card and walk into the room. Walk up to the machine, put my card in, 7-3-6-9-5, "WOULD YOU LIKE A RECEIPT WITH THIS TRANSACTION?" No.

For some reason, it's very clear to me that I felt the cold before I felt the barrel of a gun against the back of my head. It was a strange feeling, foreign to me, a completely new experience. I was dead cold, as though my body was trying to tell me something bad was going to happen. Completely useless information considering it came about half a second before the gun did.

A hand reached around me, its fingers pressing the button for maximum withdrawal. As the phrase "INSUFFICIENT FUNDS" appeared on the screen I felt the cold again. But this time it passed quickly and took with it all my worries. It was only a split second, but it felt like an eternity. It seemed strange at the time, but I've since learned that it's an almost universal experience. You can't move on without first accepting your fate, and that's what happened to me in that paradoxically brief yet timeless moment.

When I saw my own blood roll over the reflection of my face on the screen, I didn't even flinch. Everything was so perfect and surreal. I'd never been trapped in a moment like that before. No regrets, no thoughts of dreams unfulfilled, no flashing of my life before my eyes, all I could think was how my blood's red was several shades darker than I'd expected it to be. I knew that once I closed my eyes it was all over, but for some reason, that was okay. And then I did, and it was.

Just Like Stretching

Being a little bit lazy, but I'm about to go to the gym. Right now, I'm watching The Beach, which is an incredible movie if you haven't seen it. It makes me think about how good an actor Leonardo DiCaprio is. Because I never really appreciated him as an actor until I saw Blood Diamond.

Blood Diamond is also an incredible movie. The way Leo changes his dialect throughout the movie is incredible. I haven't been as happy with a movie as I was with this one since I saw Pan's Labyrinth. To put things in perspective: most people loved The Departed, another movie Leo was in. The Departed was good, Blood Diamond is better.

Although I don't particularly care to be shot at or have an arm chopped off (see the movie), one thing about Blood Diamond is that it appealed to my want to see the world. Many people want to visit Europe, which is one place I want to visit as well, but what makes me different is my desire to see the rest of the world. I want to visit Europe, Asia, Africa, South America, even the Middle East.

The other day I was talking about potential careers. I'm still holding out hope for contract killer. I've established a promising lead in my mercenary training. I could be a war journalist, which would give the the opportunity to travel, although I understand there's the possibility of some danger involved... I laugh in the face of danger. I could teach English to the Japanese in Japan.

As it turns out, there's hope for me.

Hurrah!

Because I'm Bored

I'm sitting in the library (not getting much work done as usual) looking out a window. What do I see? It's snowing. A lot. It's April 13. Why is it snowing? A lot.

Oh yeah, I go to school at SUNY Cortland, located in lovely upstate New York. Days like today force me to really look forward to my impending move down south. I'll be in Tampa in t-minus 6 weeks... ish.

When I think about the fact that I'm moving, I feel excited, and a little bit scared. I'm not scared of excessive sunburn or alligators, or anything literal really. Well, I guess I am kind of afraid of alligators. But mostly I'm afraid I'll fail miserably. I guess I probably won't, and even if I do, it'll be nice and warm. I could stay here and fail miserably, and it'd probably be really cold and miserable.

The whole "getting a real job" idea is daunting. If you have any suggestions for what I should be, leave a comment. I'm pretty much open to anything, legal or illegal. I'm assuming that I'll have a bachelors degree in English, and I'm pretty sure my associates degree is in journalism. I suppose this means that I should be a writer, but that sounds like a much less interesting career than say, oh i don't know, contract killer.

On that note, if anyone wants to teach me how to shoot a gun really well or has general knowledge of mercenary tactics and is willing to share that knowledge, leave a message with contact info.

Hmmm... writer, teacher, contract killer. It seems the world is my oyster.

For old times sake: peace out to my niggas pookie-bear and ray-ray.

A Highly Random Post (with a picture!)

I think I'll be posting a story to this blog some time soon. But if I were you (and I'm not), I wouldn't trust me because I'm highly unreliable.

Right now, I'm bored... and I wanted to show you all a picture of me acting stupid. I don't really know where the picture is gonna actually show up because I'm not too good at these fancy computer thingeys, but I'm pretty sure it'll be somewhere in the post.

How would you like to feel the wrath of Flash after he's stolen Thor's helmet and big thumper-type thingey? That's what I thought. Biatch!

If I do post a story, it will deal solely with the subject of masturbation... maybe.

Until then, au revoir... I think that's goodbye in French, It might be.