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| after living for a very, very, long time, i just discovered something:
music has been playing in my head ever since i was born. as in, there hasn't been a second in my life where notes weren't playing in my brain. oftentimes, it's very random. in my sleep, there is music playing. when i'm taking a crap, music is playing.
and when i wake up, usually a particular song is playing, and it's playing on the perfect, exact pitch. it's weird.
that probably explains why when there is something playing, i can think of literally thousands of different ways for it to sound: that's because... i can't get it out of my head!
it's not as aggravating as i make it seem. but yeah, my whole life has been a song. no metaphor, no pun, nothing intended.
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anyway i got Marine Corps duty this weekend. yay
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| long ago--about five years ago--xanga was inundated with thought-provoking, intellectual, thorough posts. and everyone read them.
now? they're practically nonexistent. i once considered myself one of those contributors in the past: i once wrote all sorts of posts about random thoughts, and received hundreds of feedback each time. not because these entries were entertaining per se, but people did find interest in them.
i feel a big reason for lack of literary quality on xanga entries now is because our internet culture has shifted to an ADHD-friendly world. yes, we all know about facebook, and that everyone has converted to that side of social networking.
that's all fine and dandy. i love facebook, and i love xanga! but if you do look at facebook notes, most of them suck as well! never do i remember people's notes being so... short! ok, they don't suck. they're just not interesting.
what has happened to the fine art of blogging? this is a rhetorical question, because i find no real answer.
i hope xanga stays alive.
but if ANY recent site has thrived, it surely isn't because of quality blogs.
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| i've been waiting to get home from iraq... for ionno, a year or so.
i'm back! freaking excited as you can imagine
love,
wesdogg
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| join me. in what? not a barbecue. not on this day. we don't have barbecues in this summer sand. not the camel spiders nor the scorpions that creep in our crevices. and i don't dedicate this day to the people who talk about the war. whether you like this war or hate it.
talk talk talk - blah blah blah - it all goes out the other ear. there's no time to think & talk & thoroughly tango. time ticks. this torrential terrain treads tears towards these things. i don't care what you say: real men/women are the reason for memorial day.
no, this day is for the people who died in battle. some did when they were running around, and some bomb blew the crap out of them. others got shot. others, it was a miscellaneous mistake, like driving recklessly in a hummer. whatever the case, they sacrificed.
while the pundits persistently pondered political pitfalls, many lives were sacrificed. they didn't talk. they simply served with honor.
so let's pay this day's tribute to the fallen Marines, soldiers, airmen, sailors. and let's celebrate their valor, for after zillionz of years, we still bleed red white and blue.
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