1 hole: Sock
2 holes: Leggings
3 holes: Underwear
4 holes: Shirt
(god, this blog is dying, isn’t it?)
Laying there, dying in the ditch, he thought back to how he had gotten there. The memories had a dream-like quality to them. He had lost a lot of blood so he wasn’t surprised in the slightest.
She was the reason he had enlisted in the US Army. Wrong reason, he reflected. Clarity came at all the wrong times for him. Usually when he was dying in a ditch somewhere. He loved her, and thought she had loved him. Boy, had she fooled him. Quit wasting your life away, she said. Those drugs and alcohol will be the end of you, she said. Join the military and lets ditch this shithole town, she said.
He knew he was wasting away so he did what she suggested and joined. Couldn’t get a decent job anywhere else, being a high school dropout, so he figured this was his best option. Best option for getting shot in a firefight, he thought. He saw a recruiter, signed the next four years of his life away, and went off to war.
Deployed to Kandahar, Afghanistan, he had to tell her. Six month deployment, he said solemnly. There were no tears in her eyes. He never knew how hurtful the next sentence that her beautiful vocal cords formed were the until he was lying in a pool of his own blood. Drowning like a rat in a flood from all the blood in his lungs. Goodbye, she said, and she walked away.
He tried to laugh at the memory out of spite, but the only sound he made was a wierd gurgling noise, accompanied by frothy spittle. She never intended to wait for me, the realization making his eyes gloss over with sorrow. The phone calls, care packages, and letters had been frequent in the first month. His incoming mail slowly ceased, though his outgoing mail only became more and more frequent. More desperate, filled with fury and remorse. His phone calls were never answered. He had intended to talk to her after he had gotten back to the US, but it seemed he would never get the chance.
A full recovery was never reached because of that hole in his chest. The hole in his heart. The inch and a half long piece of solid metal had pierced his chest and grazed his lung and spine. He was put on a chopper with a team of medics and flown to the nearest hospital. Surgery complications had made his stay in Kandahar take another four months. Surgery after surgery, they couldn’t fully repair him.
Paralyzed from the waist down and reduced upper body motor function, the doctor said. Doomed to sit in a wheelchair with tubes in his nose attached to an oxygen tank for the rest of his life, the doctor said. And without her, he thought. Damn her, for convincing me to enlist, for leading me on, for me loving her, he thought.
He lived the rest of his life as best he could in his wheeled cage. She showed her face only once a few years after he returned back to his hometown. I’m sorry, she said. I couldn’t handle being alone she said. He noticed the diamond ring on her left hand. Married, she said after he inquired. Two kids, she said.
He put his right hand on the right wheel of his chair. Ever so slowly, he pushed with his half working appendage. He turned around and shut the door in her face.
I kinda feel the ending was a little weak. Thoughts?
So I started to play Majora’s Mask. That game is unbelievably hard at some points. Currently stuck at the Goron Village, but it’ll pass. Blow stuff up and good things happen haha. I especially like how the game rewards players with a good memory seeing as how you dont have to do a whole bunch of stuff if you can remember simple things like passcodes, or shortcuts through dungeons.
Concerning League… MM has been taking up most of my time, but I did, however, start playing Vayne. Took me a while to get a good build and skill order, and to learn exactly how to maximize her strengths and minimize her weaknesses, but now I never go negative or below 3rd in Dominion. Sometimes… things are just too easy haha.
A little more into my REAL life though (haha).
My grandpa had a stroke a week or so ago, and my mom flew out to CA to see him. Fortunately it wasn’t too bad, and he is recovering well. His speech is a bit slurred from what I understand, and he has trouble relating topics. One example is that my grandma was asking him about his friend Tom (or something) and he said “yea I know that auto parts store”. Apparently there is an auto parts store called Tom’s Auto Shop or something, and thats the connection he made. He called my mom some other name for a while, but he IS getting better and his speech therapy is going well. Thankfully, his motor functions didn’t get damaged, though he is sleeping a little more frequently.
My mom was supposed to be flying back home today, but her plane got delayed and she wasn’t going to make the connecting flight in Denver, so there was no point in taking the flight. I’m pretty sure she cancelled her old flight, is now getting on a different flight, and will be home by tonight.
Some books are a little scary. I’ve read “War” by Sebastion Junger, and now I’m reading “The Things They Carried” by Tim O’Brien. Some of the things they say in those books, I can relate to due to my time in USAF BMT. Granted, TTTC is about the Vietnam War, and War is about the Afghanistan occupation, but the mentality of the soldiers is something I can relate to. In TTTC, one soldier gets letters from a girl that he met only one time, and he cherishes them like they were gold. I received letters from a girl I had never met for three months in BMT, and every time I got a letter, it was the most romantic gift I could get. It’s not about love, or the fact that I’ve never met her, it’s about morale. Knowing that someone, somewhere, loves you as a human being enough to write words on a paper and send them to you through the mail.
Anyway, enough about me and my ridiculous modes of thought. I’ll let you guys move on past this silly post :)
Not at all. Boost that ego!
Last night was my friends birthday and I made it my goal to get hammered for the first time in months. Needless to say, I accomplished that mission (don’t play drinking games to Lord of the Rings — omfg it was horrible). Drunk as a skunk by the time they got to the Mines of Moria, and started throwing up before the movie was over.
Here’s the drinking rules we were following. Or at least I was.
Take a drink every time: someone draws a sword, theres a closeup of the ring, Frodo falls down, Gandalf says something wise/mysterious, Legolas does something badass, Merry/Pippin does/say something stupid, and every time someone speaks in Elvish or the language of Mordor.
TL;DR - Don’t drink to Lord of the Rings.
So I decided to make a tumblelog after I got done with a League of Legends dominion match. Played Shaco, went 15-3, Victory, all that good stuff.
Can’t figure out a good name for this yet, but I don’t expect that it will take too long for it to meander through my brain. The amount of customization is a lot larger than I had previously thought; I didn’t know you could design your own layout if you had the required knowledge. Even if you didn’t, they give a pretty comprehensive list of HTML tags that with the most general of know-how, I think you could put together something extremely basic.
Best friends birthday today! Not a super exciting age, but she just turned 20. One more year till alcohol can be purchased! On the note of alcohol… Drank from midnight to 5am, slept till 11am, and plan on going out tonight. Not sober of course.
Anyway, more League for now. Ill probably post some of my best scores later tonight, if I’m coherent enough to do so.