I don't know what to right except... Battlefield 1942 FUCKING RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

imagine... being a soldier during world war 2 and you're fighting the japanese... they're bombing your bases.. capturing them with tanks, landing on your shores with those boats in the beginning of saving private ryan... they're firing artillery from their battleships... and you hop on a plane and fly over their battleships bombing them and then flying back to their base gunning down stray soldiers... or driving a tank with someone manning the turret, single handlely taking on a poorly defended base..... this game fucking rules...

I'm also on mission 6 for medal of honor... i'm on like a ww2 game binge.... I finally passed that sniper level and got to drive a tank through several german filled cities blowing up their buildings and running over scared soldiers... now I'm on a mission to destroy this military base, single handlely with a 6 man squad... but first I have to traverse through a forest filled with snipers... I have to bomb the anti air guns.... FUN SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO

I don't think you enjoy posts where I go off on games, but do I really care? I'm leaving in a couple days and I haven't packed yet... I'm gonna get my license on monday... good luck to me, I hope I pass... then I won't have to worry about this shit again...

when I think back... I realize I don't have many friends.... I mean there are people that acknowledge me but wouldn't go beyond that... I'm tempted to name them, but I don't want to leave with animosities with other people... there are also those people who'll tolerate a short conversation with me... then there are my friends... and then after that my best friends... all my best friends, except two have gone away... I hardly have regular friends... I don't know who they are actually... it's hard to tell... I mean what is a friend? it's probably someone you talk to on a semi-regular basis... I hardly do that with anyone... am I suppose to call them? I have with some... no one ever calls me back... sometimes I call people and ask them if they want to do something... I usually don't know what to do, I'm not the social type, but I'd think suggesting just to hang out is kind of weird from someone who you don't usually hang out with... it's kind of sad... I know everyone feels like this before they leave, whether it's the mortal world or just some place they feel like they've made themselves known... I'm afraid to leave without being remembered... it's such a silly thing... maybe that's not what I'm afraid of... maybe I'm afraid of losing all the people that I think are my friends... when I look back, I'd like to think I was popular or liked... but I probably wasn't... in 10 years... people won't know the name Pius... will I ever come back? I mean after I finish college... I don't know... do I want to? if my best friends aren't here or my family... I'd have no reason to... no one's gonna know me... will I ever regret leaving? no... frankly, I don't think I'm leaving a lot behind... the day I leave, no one's going to know.. maybe a few people... I'd like to make a big deal about it... "hey come see me off" but I'd feel like such a SOMETHING... it would be awkward if people did come... "hey" "hey" "so I'll see you later" "yep.... later" heh... that's kind of another reason why I don't want people to see me off, I don't want people to wait on my behalf... I was thinking about making something for people to remember me by... but I have no idea... I'm not good at anything in particular... oh well... I hope to find a new life in LA, or Hollywood, if I can make it there, I can make it anywhere!