Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in james' LiveJournal:

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
6:41 pm	hummmmmmmmmmmm.............. so will I ever get home? It doesnt feel like it. not at all. I HATE Iraq AND ALL THE PEOPLE HERE AND EVERYTHING ON THIS SIDE OF THE PLANET> and yes, that is an ignorant thing to say, and no, I dont care. BLOW IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Turn its cities to rubble and its people to Charcoal. ..... ok I feel better now. children here need better education. I honestly care a lot about the kids here. this isnt meant to be taken seriously. this whole message I mean. If it makes you angry then you have your underwear on too tight. Laterz. -James (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, February 10th, 2006
12:56 pm	MUD MUD MUD!! SING THE GLORIOUS MUD SONG>>> without pants, screams the banshee! No NO with pants old fool. put a mudball in my mudpie so i can eat from the livers of old alcoholic. TASTE LIKE BOOOOOOZE!!!! Drunken messy muddy mess. I eat it but my teeth get dirty and I have a date. AHAHAHAHAHA she likes the mud in my pants for she starts singing viking war songs in Burgir King. Crazy women math is a skill for the mathmen from math planet sector 5. DONT ADD!!! DONT SUBTRACT!! your spinal column will be pulled through you butt!!! and a thousand angry goats will devour your shoes. why is it that a stack of pensils unsharped MUST BE SHARP>>>> drives me CRAZy thinking about the lack of sharp in the pencils of youth today. BARF>> my kidney hurts. I think I just ate a walrus. HAHAHA viking songs in Burger King! that was a lie. my bad. she didnt even eat of the 99 cent menue... kids today... no math..... no math.... no math.... ahahahhahah DONT PUT YOUR FUCKING SHOES ON THE TABLE>>>> THEY HAVE MUD ALL OVER THEM>>>>> MUD IS IN YOUR HAIR>>> EVERYWHERE>>>> IHATE IT??? THAT IS NOT A QUESTION NOR THE QUESTION TO THE ANSWER EVEN> the anwer is Mud the question is what is it that I hate. Current Mood: crazy Current Music: mud (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 9th, 2006
11:25 am	not sure yet Well, I am flying my little brother to Maryland so he can meet his online girlfriend. I am buying the plane tickets. I am buying the hotel room for however long.. I am buying the Korn tickets (YES!!!!!!!) I am too nice. Oh well, I care more about him than anything. Its his birthday preseant. I am gonna try and catch a bus to see nicole while I am in the area. Well.. its not even in the area but I will be on the east coast.. haha. I will see my best friend Josh in Seattle while I am home too. Then there is this paintball game I wanna have with Melissa.. and I gotta visit my cousin in prison.. and a family reunion and ect. ect. ect. I have never been so busy in my entire life since I joined the Army.. It is a big change. I actually feel queezy sometimes when I spend too much time doing nothing.. i get all anxious. I like sitting and enjoying the moment though, so I think I should stop making so many plans.. I dont really have anything to say.. just havnt posted in awhile. my brother is online now. :) bye. Current Mood: content Current Music: my knees hurt (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 14th, 2006
1:30 am	whatever fits so tired.. talking with my brother on AIM. Its 1:30 am. I have guard in an hour and a half.. then I have mission for 12 hours. Its gonna be another one of those REALLY long days, the ones that never seem to end. I remember back before I joined the Army, everyone would tell me "make sure you dont change.." I came back from basic training and then AIT and nobody really saw a change because not much did change. I went to Colorado for 6 months and came back and I was still (for the most part...) same old James. One change I noticed though since I have been in this country is I am.. (hard to explain) more of a guy.. I dont know how exactly to explain it.. but I think its from spending so much time with guys.. or maybe spending no time with anyone I care about.. well, of course I care about these guys, I would die for them.. but its different when you're with your family or friends or a certain girl that you are encouraged to show how you feel.. one person mostly in my mind right now but I dont share everything on a Live Journal. :P wow, hold up, I dont know if that sentence made any sence and I am literaly too tired to go back and read it.. oh well. I noticed i cuss a lot now in my basic everyday talk.. I didnt notice till i was talking with my mom on Christmas.. I think when I get back and experience normal everyday life again, I will start to feel more like myself agian..i dont like what Iraq is doing to me.. I feel angry at nobody in particular.. just angry.. and tired.. and um.. peanut butter. i popped my back it was nice.. wanna hear an everyday topic that comes amongst a group of dudes who have spent way too much time together? well you probably dont wanna hear this but I am gonna tell you anyways. this is an everday topic of discussion that everyone was having before i came to the internet.. i will call them bob and bill bob- when you masterbate on the shitter, after you shit, your supposed to wipe your ass first. bill- I just shit and masterbated then wiped my ass earlier today in that order.. is it wrong? bob- yeah dude, think about it bill-i dont think its that bad. everyone else begins taking sides and arguing there you have it lady's and gentlemen. that is what you american bravehearts discuss in their oftime. fascinating huh? i need to get out of this place... Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: my mp3 player broke (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 11th, 2006
7:33 pm	colorfull existence After my meeting with the hooker I was called by the Coalition of Hamsters freeing Hamsters. I was attached to the Colation of uniform guided hamsters, who I will from now on refer to as COUGH. I was called to perform guard duties at a nearbuy apartment complex where a cat was seen posing a threat to green recruits. While on guard, I had some thoughts.. (thoughts follow) I was thinking about creation. Ok, scientist use science, math, reason, theories and such to disprove the ideas of creation. They find order and logic to say that creation is not the truth, But if the universe was created, then the mathematics and everything else used to show how things work would not be the disproof of creation but just the blueprints to it. Ok so get this.. anti-matter mixed with matter creates what? nothing. Anti-matter and matter cancel eachother out and create nothing. Anti-matter has already been discoverd. It does exsist.. so in the same way nothing can be split into matter and anti-matter. By this you would be creating something from nothing. Actually two something because you would also be making its anti-matter counterpart. Ok so think of everything that lies in existence has a mirror image of it. For every you, there would be another you. Therefore, wormholes could be not just a hole in our universe but a hole in the reflection of the mirror on both ends. The matter and anti-matter come back together in the hole to once again create nothing. But that is not such a romantic thought that I am in fact not unique... which started my next train of thought. (more thoughts follow) I was thinking of my lifeforce, my free will everything that makes me who I am. Then I started thinking about reincarnation.. but not the usual reincarnation. I was thinking of myself as an energy that once leaves my body is spread through new lifeforms in the wombs of their mothers. Not my whole self going into one new being but my energy being as a resource along with all life energy so I would be in a part of countless new beings along with the lifeforce of all who had died. Now why would this life force exist at all? well I take it as proof that it exists by the very fact that I am able to contimplating it.. I know I am more than just a body. I think that this lifeforce may even instantly be absorbed into the mother while the child is in its first blink of life. I dont think all of my energy may be instantly pooled up either.. maybe most of it and I am left as a fragmented echo of who I was (a ghost). All these possibities would then support creation but not by the same God that the majority follows.. I dont know.. I just like to think of things that are larger than myself. Larger than what I am shown and what I am told to believe. And, just because I am a smaller part of this world than humans, I believe we could even possibly all share this lifeforce together. end note- If you find yourself wandering the earth in the after-life in some partial state of reality, stay away from pregnant hamsters. (or humans depending on who is reading this) Current Mood: thoughtful Current Music: Jack Black "Wonder Boy" (Comment on this)
10:40 am	The Beginning This is my first journal entry.. It hasnt been posted till today (Jan. 11, 2006) but It was originally written around Jan. 1. It would not really work if it wasnt added. Once there was a girl who by misfortune, the cruel fate of all innocent girls in the big city, and the desire to have sex for money she was a prostitute. One day she was ending a session with a burly logger named Stan, when the unforgivable happened (the unforgivable in the ethics of proper prostition) Stan had no money... he offered to pay in food stamps but she was too classy for food stamps so they settled on a bucket full of hamsters. One of the hamsters had a little santa hat so she named him santy, and one was bald she she named him baldy, along with tumory and stinky and diseasy there was one hamster named reallybigtesticlesy for the obvious reason of his abnormally large... teeth. The next sunday she brought her hamsters into church with her and began confessing her sins. She told of the candy bar wrapper she threw out her clients window and the swearwords she used during her deeds. The priest then asked her what the hamsters were for, she asked the preist if a hamster will go to heaven and after much though the preist said "lets ask Jesus" his jaw unhinged, popped, cracked and fell to his chest as a glowing figure climbed from somewhere deep within the preists body. The priest died of course and The glowing figure said onto the Hooker that he was in fact Jesus. The hooker asked "so do hamsters go to heaven?" Jesus looked at her for awhile and said "I dont freakin know but they go great with a budweiser" and began eating each hamster with a couple chews then a chug of his brew. The End. Current Mood: creative Current Music: Korn "TRASH" (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 10th, 2006
10:10 pm	Peacefull resolutions Although my last encounter with the hooker ended badley.. she recognized me after she caught her composure and came to the door to let me in. She gave me a small dish of coffee and a piece of a cookie and we started to talk. The kind of talk that old friends have that are trying to catch up on the past but still theres that discomforting feel of unfamiliarity in the air. After the basic chit chat, we started talking about more touchy subjects. I asked her why she took us to that church.. why did she let that awful thing happen to my brothers and sisters? after a lot of talk I came to find out that she always had the best of intentions for us and she hasnt slept well since that night. She decided to help me find the answers that I was seeking. It was nice to catch with an old friend. speaking of catching up with old friends, I met a new friend. Hamstertime. Current Mood: content Current Music: MushroomHead!!!!! (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 7th, 2006
10:18 am	shallow existence I was thinking.. being nothing but a rodent.. does my existence mean nothing? I still feel, I still care, but I have no God to take my soul.. I have no bible to record my saviours life.. so what? Why am I here? Am I not equal enough to a human to have a place for my soul to rest for all eternity? But, then I have no hell either.. no fear of burning till the end of time. No fear of the infinite suffering. But, what is better.. to burn in hell, paying for my sins.. or to be gone.. erased from existence.. my whole life being in vain. ok so there I was, aproaching the house of the hooker that rescued me from a stinky logger. I crawl under the door.. and start sqeaking for her. She doesnt answer. Again, I sqeak.. louder this time. Still no answer, so I start searching the house and under one particular door I see her.. but DEAR GOD! SHE IS ON THE TOILET! SHE SCREAMS! SHE SWINGS AT ME WITH THE TOILET BRUSH! after nearly crushing me, i run for my life and back to the safty of her front door. Maybe I should have nocked. I will stay the night here and try again in the morning. Hopefully she is forgiving. Current Music: Fear Factory "Edge Crusher" (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 5th, 2006
10:24 am	I gotta pee This journal update I am about to write has nothing to do with pee. It is just what was on my mind when I was at the point in deciding a subject (when I as of yet do not even know what I will be writing about) because I have to pee. So just bare with me while I type this journal update with clenched teeth.. oh yeah I remember now. Damn rodent brain. I was in a bit of a jam this morning. Let me tell you about it. Ok, there I was on the side of the street waiting for the bus. The bus shows up 15 minutes late, so I storm on the bus and I was like "What the fuck is your problem?" and the bus driver says "dude, I just smoked like 10 bowls and then got in a sumo wrestling match with Jesus in the back of the bus!!!" I start to think... JESUS! YOU ATE MY FRIENDS, YOU CLIMB FROM THE BOWELS OF A PRIEST, AND NOW YOU MAKE ME LATE FOR MY BUS!! just then I tell the bus driver "you mean to tell me that skinny man beat you in a sumo wrestling match?" The bus driver "I never said he beat me! we got interupted when an elderly man started giving birth!" so I say "you mean to tell me a MAN gave birth?" It all makes sence when the bus driver tells me what happened next "YES that cheatin lord, he knew he could not beat me, so he caused a man to give birth, so we can end the match!!" I reply skepticaly back "are you sure this has nothing to do with the 10 bowls you smoked?" I asked this question hoping that the weed had nothing to do with it. I could feel my chance for revenge getting near. All i needed to do was become a sumo star. But the bus driver admits that he only sees Jesus when he smoke at least 7 bowels.. I figured that I would have to search elsewhere if I wanted to find a weak spot on Jesus.. so I caught the bus and took it to my final destination.. the home of the hooker... Current Mood: confused Current Music: Beautiful People -Maralyn Manson (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006
10:57 am	anger Being a hamster, I have limited emotions that I understand fully. Most emotions I show other than peacefull tranquility and fear are just mimiced emotions that I learn from humans. But, for the first time in my life I am experience rage. I have joined the coalition of hamsters freeing hamsters (a group set out to ensure hamsters the right to live their own life, be it by the guidance of a human or not), and I have been targeted by one specific hamster leader. His name is Leather. He has the leadership quality of a irrational tyrant. He has had the position of leadership for too long. He believes himself to be almighty and he will strike hamsters down because of personal conflicts with his wife back at his cubby. I will have a break in my journal for a time that I cannot predict. I have some soul searching to do.. also I must try to figure out this rage that I feel. I am yet to understand it. Me and Leather may have a little hamster to hamster.. if I get the courage. -Diseasy Current Mood: angry Current Music: "I Stand Alone" Godsmack (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 2nd, 2006
1:10 pm	Life Just past New Years! Should have been a good time, but it wasnt.. My friends were all eaten. I dont like to talk about who did it.. He might strike me down. Anyways what is new years to a hamster? One more year off of my short diseased life? Yeah, I prefer to live for today; not celebrate the years, but celebrate each day. The life I have left in each dady is cause enough to dance.. If I were in the mood to dance that is. I am sure my memory (being a rodent) will not last me too much longer of the terrible event I witness in that bloody church. So, this is why I have started a journal. Hopefully you all can catch me in a better mood in a later date. Fairwell friends! :) Current Mood: mourning Current Music: how much are the doggies in the window arf! arf! (Comment on this)