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So, I'm gonna be starting my white collar job next week. I know. How ridiculous is that? An NS man doing office work. What the hell did I train for the past 6 months for? I'll tell you what it is for. Nothing. Obviously.  As exasperated as I was, when I first learned about my posting, I was actually relieved I did not strike this one stupid vocation. The police coast guard that is. I know we need security for our coastlines but face it, being an officer that polices that waters is dumb. Add that to the fact that I get sea sick on boats and I have quite a reason to cross that job off my career list. Hey dude. It's not as though I want be sick being floated on something on the water. I was born this way. Moving waters make me sick. Stagnant water is even worse. You guys should try that stupid Madagascar crate adventure ride. It's so dreadful, you'd never wanna have anything to do with Madagascar anymore. & woah, It feels good to criticize that damn ride. For almos...

The alarming rate time is passing. It seemed like last week that I wrote my closing post for last year. Wow. I wanted the six months to pass fast to get out of camp but really, it ain't worth it. Now, there's only like a year & a few days before the end of time. NS seriously sucks. Well I'm supposed to be going for a minor operation for my heart this week. But it's rescheduled thanks to this stupid course I am attending. Apparently, there's going to be little test on Friday. I was seriously stumped. It's an office job! What kind of etiquettes can we possibly learn? They say we have to do some bootlicking with the high ranking officers at our divisions. I was simply stunned. It's ludicrous. I'm not gonna do that. I'm not that kinda person. & I'm so indirect, I give oblique answers to direct questions. What the hell right? So this little procedure is supposedly ending only part of my fragile heart's problems. Yeah. I've got that man...

I've been browsing peoples blogs randomly & got quite a surprise. Shockingly, a typical person's post does not exceed 200 words. Well at least most of them. I switched windows & looked at mine. The amount of words in one of my posts can pretty much fill up a years worth of posts for your average normal being. Am I abnormal then? No. & here's why.  If I was abnormal, I wouldn't have a blog page. As simple as that. Which psychopath would open up a blog account & write about their daily kills? Now that is an abnormal bitch. Which is why we don't see this thing happening. I admit I'm a little weirder compared to others but I'll never be in the same group as them weirdos. They're simply too unique. You can't be them even if you tried. & why are you trying? Just because I made them sound cool, you wanna give it a go? You're so them. The one dimensional bunch. Following the flow blindly, taking the steps without even knowing if you...

One more week! Or seven more days. Or 168 more hours! Orrrrr, 10080 minutes. Can be 604800 seconds, i don't care. Yes you can countdown in whatever way you deem wish. The point won't change. & the point is, POP! What does it mean to you? Popcorn? I humbly admit, i had no idea what that means before i was enlisted. I still have no idea what it stands for actually. But all that does not matter. They can call it anything they want as long as i get out of here. I'm suprise that i survived all these months. Come to think of it, time has actually moved quite fast. Was it 6 months ago that i first came here? Yes of course fag. Although time seems to move slower when we're in here, the rate that time passes generally frightens me. It's just 13 more months to the apocalypse. & i still haven't done anything to repent. I have yet to even start. Ahhh. What's the point? I'll probably be misunderstood anyways. Might as well just not do anything. Maybe, in thes...