As of yesterday, I am officially 18 years old. Which means that I no longer really have to give a shit about parental bullshit, which is a good thing.
Yesterday was one of the greatest days of my life. I bowled for two hours, then went over to a friend's house and got the shit kicked out of me in bokken-dueling. (Actually, only my hand was bleeding.) Then we went to watch Disturbia, and ate afterwards at Denny's before I went home. I must say one thing about Dennys: their country-fried steak was absolutely DELICIOUS!
Man, the whole day was great. There was so much funny shit said between us I can't say, and I don't think I really want to say. But rest assured, it was really funny shit.
Before I watched the movie, I thought it was a horror film. Turns out it was a thriller instead. It was okay, but one thing I don't get is why the bad guy, near the end, decides to fuck it all up and takes out the kid's mom and then beats the shit out of everybody. If he had just let her go and then not done anything, the kid would probably be in juvie for burglary and the murderer would have gotten away. So why? Why did he just erupt like that? It makes no sense to me, and I highly doubt I'll ever have an answer.
We continued to debate the gun control issue on Friday, and I said that, "If we pass a law, it will do nothing to deter criminals, since they don't obey the law anyways. One way or another, they will find a weapon, and then they'll act with impunity." She responded with, "You're arguing from an inevitability standpoint. That's not acceptable." Uh, WTF? That is perfectly acceptable, because it's all true. What she doesn't understand is that inevitability is key to this whole issue. Criminals hell bent on comitting a crime will find a weapon if they deem it necessary, and nothing will stop them from doing that unless the populace is armed. It's a real shame her head is shoved so far up her ass she can smell the roses of ignorance.
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ghoststrider- April 22nd, 2007
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Happy Birthday!
I didn't get who you had the debate with, but even if she is stupid, don't be so rough on her! She might understand one day.
I didn't get who you had the debate with, but even if she is stupid, don't be so rough on her! She might understand one day.
Go to the Post Office tomorrow and ask for a Selective Service card. Fill it out. Hand it to the nice gentleman or lady behind the counter.
In 16 years, you may have an opportunity to work for a spectacularly sweet job at a spectacularly sweet company that does spectacularly sweet work (with a handful of subcontracts for Government work).
After signing all of your totally sweet benefits packets, you may be asked to fill out forms for your security clearance. One of the things your security clearance form will ask for is your selective service number (if you don't have it, you can look it up online).
At that moment, you will be very glad you went to the post office on or near your 18th birthday and filled out your selective service form.
In 16 years, you may have an opportunity to work for a spectacularly sweet job at a spectacularly sweet company that does spectacularly sweet work (with a handful of subcontracts for Government work).
After signing all of your totally sweet benefits packets, you may be asked to fill out forms for your security clearance. One of the things your security clearance form will ask for is your selective service number (if you don't have it, you can look it up online).
At that moment, you will be very glad you went to the post office on or near your 18th birthday and filled out your selective service form.
I mostly intend to be freelancing, but yeah, I realize I'm forced to fill out that damn card. Fucking draft--one of the biggest violations of civil liberties ever, even if it's never implemented.
Yeah, I can understand that. But I love freedom too much, and the majority of the bosses in the world would have a really hard time with me. I guess it's my INFP nature. Though, if it's a job I like, I'm more inclined to compromise and deal with a boss. And of course, if the boss is a person I can work with anyways, no problem.
Lots of kinds of freedom out there.
As I grow older, I find myself quite enamored with the "buy whatever I want without needing a credit card to do it" version.
As I grow older, I find myself quite enamored with the "buy whatever I want without needing a credit card to do it" version.
Definitely that. I hate credit cards, and I hate the people who run into eyeball level debt using them.
2007-04-22 04:57 pm (UTC)