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04:07am 21/02/2007
  yeah, i've been gone for a while.

for the past eight months i've been working in the US Army green zone in Iraq
my aunt got me the job after the transfer didn't work out
before that you could say i was digging holes out of sinking ships
i don't know what that means either but at least it doesn't sound progressive

right now i help write articles published in the army-run newspapers
it's pretty fun actually, you get to write pretty loose
i mean, you stick to the party line, of course
but there's a little handbook which tells you what does and does not translate well into arabic
so you kind of dance within those guidelines
as long as you get the general idea you are free and clear

we actually get to spend a lot of time on the internet
and i've been thinking about this place... but they log everything
i don't want some sergeant in information finding out about my life
but
well
i didn't
i don't mind as much now as i did when i first got here

besides
i'm not sure how thoroughly they check those things anyway
actually maybe livejournal is a red-flag, i don't know
i guess i'll find out

i'll try to make sure that i don't write anything too classified

anyway
how are you? it's been a while
 
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last night.   
03:04pm 09/02/2006
  yeah
that's embarassing.

i'm moving them both to friends-only

even if
everything that i said in them
was true.

alone burn: true
a transfer: true
 
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10:17pm 19/12/2005
 
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DEEPLY TROUBLED individual
looking for a RAY OF SUN-
SHINE to help him remember
to put on pants and eat
three meals a day.
 
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01:05am 12/12/2005
  the world is a pit which life enables you to fall into  
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10:18pm 08/11/2005
  a boat stuck fast to its tether, slowly dipping up and down
sinking though, sea salt slipping in with water forming slow puddle, slow sink
so that every up does not rise as high as the down downs

mute man with broken leg
laying at the bottom of the boat
hidden from sight.

terrified











he is going to die.
 
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09:50pm 08/11/2005
  current NaNoWriMo total: 0/50 000

mine is an exercise in deconstruction
i actually started at 50,000

what am i going to delete now
 
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in response to my last post   
02:29pm 30/10/2005
  [info]fuc_king_indian was right.

i'm a cancer and a disease
spinning web after web of sickness and slime

a leech sipping the blood of society
affecting progress hurting everything doing it all wrong
waiting to be scored off with flame
because that's the only way to stop dragging everyone down
getting in the way

if it wasnt for us leeches
what would society...?
how much a utopia...?
if we were all satisfied
not happy
satisfied
in love with the world
instead of at war with it.

hesrighthesrighthesright
he's right:

"you should just die." right
"shape up or ship out." right.

i can't change who i am
so why not?
 
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02:42pm 29/10/2005
  university is not at all
what i hoped it would be.

i have not been not posting here
because my life has improved:

it's not because i have been too busy
(friends; homework; living; life).
and it's not because i no longer feel me
(sadjeffrey) and wish to emphasize
a change in perspective; if there is a happyjeffrey
he is not me.

it's because
what
it's because
why bother
it's because
who cares
it's because
i have nothing of anything of ever to say

it's not interesting, is it
to hear how i went to my first class
and sat in the back and didn't say anything
to anybody
choking back tears midway because why i don't know why
and didn't go to my second or third classes because
who cares and why bother and i would rather go home and sleep.

it's not interesting, is it, to hear about the dreams that i have now
about the people in my classes and residence and discussions and thinking that i know them
and waking up smiling because that life in my dreams sometimes stays to reality
but realising that it isn't that that it was all a lie ("no no no! come back!" hands rolling forward in air reaching for sinking dream happy thought burying itself under layers of thick slimey water out of reach and farther still falling)

this isn't
the sort of thing that you want to hear, is it?
this isn't really compelling reading
this isn't something that you want to visit on your friends page
every
single
day,
is it?

i mean
how long has it been
that you've been telling me
"jeffrey life is bad for you now but in university everything will be different and better"
"jeffrey your life is going to change it's going to be good i know it i just know it"
"jeffrey jeffrey you can't mess this up this is the real deal forget about high school all of that is over now people are different now more grown up, mature. they will be your friends, now."

yeah, but
yeah, but you forgot the part
you forgot the part where people are still people
and jeffrey is still jeffrey

and pleasant interactions between the two
are something that very seldom if ever (ever ever ever) occur.

while i have moved
away from my family
away from my home,
the two constants in my life
the reasons for my living how i have lived (and will live)
stayed (and will stay)
exactly the same:

1) people do not like sadjeffrey
2) sadjeffrey is not liked by the people
 
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halves   
02:19am 04/09/2005
  (i am who i am
one part equal to
all others in the whole)
 
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07:53pm 03/09/2005
  this hurricane is bad news
it is like watching "the stand" play out on television newscasts and newspapers

crazy people holed up in antique rug shops
boards over the windows and weird writing on the side
warning against shot-guns, guard-dogs, and ugly women

cops in t-shirts with kalishnikovs
comandeering boats and businesses in the name of the law
everyone holding guns, displaying them outside their cars
so others with guns can see

mobs first seeking shelter now seeking solutions
anger un-leashed everywhere in frustration

it's insane, crazy
and i know that many people have died
that many others were raped
that a lot have committed suicide

but its still exciting, isn't it?
 
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02:35am 31/08/2005
  a nail forcing its way
through a thick piece of wood
hammer striking with
incredible regularity

bang.
bang.
bang.

a table is being made
i am underneath

the carpenter, if he is a carpenter
is not skilled
he has missed the leg
which he intended to hit
through the top of the table

do you understand?
i am not well versed in the making of tables
and apparently neither is he
something simple:
the top directly connected to the bottoms

he pauses; reaches for a beer
i am excited:
i can see the head of the nail
just poking through;
framed by little splinters

it is a long nail
and i know that he will continue
i only need to press my head against it and wait...

yes! for...

bang.
bang.
bang.



this didn't actually happen
but i think about it often
 
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11:09pm 29/08/2005
  if i had one of those big hunting knifes like what they use in movies
i would take it right now and jab it in my eyeball then pull it out
and look at it.

it would be bloody but it would also kind of be worth it
i mean how many of you have looked at your own eyeball
besides i'm not doing anything else worthwhile anyway

it would be one good story to tell here at least
better than nothing
i mean today i spent a lot of time staring at my feet
and laying on my back and looking at the ceiling

is that a good story to tell?
no.
but i will give you a general idea of what i have been doing
i guess

here is my life as i live it:

i watch television
sometimes i read
i go on the internet occaisionally too
on wednesdays i go to that church thing
which is still boring and weird
my dad is unemployed but we keep our distance
my mom works
and that is my entire life

nine days until i start school at york university
i wonder what that will be like
 
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this is an application   
09:05am 23/08/2005
  ...for anything indie. i don't know what to do with this so for now i'll put it here

(because i can't even post ? why?
it's funny how i can't even join open communities
since those are the only ones i have a chance of
getting into)


with no memory )
 
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12:51am 16/08/2005
 

i was just kind of sitting outside today
(you know, like people used to do
before the invention of television and video games)
and i was reading a book and really into it
so into it that i forgot that i was outside, even
so that i was really startled when a man walking on my street
yelled at me from the sidewalk.

"hey" he said, "d'ya think its going to rain today?"

i just looked at him
"what." i thought

i was underneath my porch
so i could hardly see the sky
and didn't really care if it rained or not anyway.

besides from what i could see it was pretty cloudless
nothing ominous
and it was kind of hot. (it's always windy
right before a storm, right before
real rain.)

i didn't even know what to do,
i just kind of stared at him for a while
while he smiled back at me from the pavement

"no" i finally said
"no i don't think it is going to rain at all"

"and i don't see why you should be even worried
its a nice day and unless you are made of tissue
there's no reason to be so afraid."

"are you made of tissue?"

i wanted to know

"are you because that would explain a lot
namely the reason your brain is not capable
of making that sort of deduction on its own"

he just looked at me for a while
letting what i said sink in
his smile slowly turning into a frown

"i was just trying to be friendly" he finally said

"and i was just trying to read my book.
being friendly would be letting me do that."

he walked away then, slowly, with a half wave
and a little confused.

i didn't feel bad: i hate it when people bug me for stupid reasons.

and i got to read my book.

 
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11:17pm 09/08/2005
 

i got a strange phone call today
it was from this person that i know from school
although 'know' isn't really a very good word.

you know those people who you see
all the time but never speak to?
for me this was 89% of the school's population
and so of course this person was one of them

"what are you doing today jeffrey" he asked
i said "huh --- what" and
"how did you get this number"

"that's not important" he said
"what are you doing today"
and i said what i always say to that question
which is "nothing".

"well" and this was a long well
like he was building up courage
which he probably was
"if you want to do something
a bunch of us are going to see a movie and
we were wondering if you wanted to come."

i laughed
i honestly laughed
"me? you're kidding"
"no" he said "i'm not"
"we want you to come"

i thought it over
wondering whether it was friendly
"what movie"
"the island"
"i've already seen the island"
"ok how about wedding crashers
we were thinking of seeing that one too"

i said yes, but
this is where i should have realised that it was a trap
when they changed the movie for me.
not later, not hours afterward
not when i had waited past one and a half showings of wedding crashers


--- yeah; i know. i hate people too.
(and they hate me)

 
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sorry   
10:19pm 07/08/2005
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good luck to all those brave men and women in space
 
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03:18am 31/07/2005
  okay so it's saturday night and i'm on the computer
-- yeah, whatever, i know; don't bother --
and i realised that i haven't updated in a little bit
(or really been on much, it's slow getting back
into the rhythm of things online)
so i thought i might as well report on what happened
in the meeting on wednesday.

it started out regularly enough
like the last few times, i fought
in the morning, struggling with
my angry yelling parents.

there's no use stating details
it was the same as always
you're probably familiar with the formula:
refusals, yelling: red faces
stubborn sulking and threats
(threats being how they got me
into the car)
hurtful things said on the drive
because by now i know how
to push the right buttons;
so do they.
nervous driving, quick, angry;
fog on the windows, dim
lighting and electricity
in the air: from it being so early.
finally: parting shots, slammed doors
and a consideration of my options
thinking of slinking away but
composing myself instead
wiping away tears and walking
to the basement room
where we hold our meetings.

the exact same. i wasn't expecting anything else.

even the people inside were the same:
the kids who come because they are genuinely worried
clean-cut and well-dressed and wide-eyed and candid
as they tell their stories, how they know that God hates them
because they 'accidentally' fucked some guy in a service station washroom.
(i don't understand how that is an accident, that never happens to me
when i go to a gas station to get a snickers bar)
and then the older guys, the ones with families, who don't really want
to be there, but love their children, i guess - or the idea of a regular family, i don't know;
and then the priest;
and me.

but today was a little bit different:
today we were joined by a lesbian.
(later; we had settled and started
already: she was late, but she was there.)

it was interesting but i'll have to tell you the rest later
because christ i am tired it is getting really late and the rest of this story is really pretty long and i don't want to rush it. it was funny. goodnight.
 
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11:06pm 23/07/2005
  sometimes i would like to be such as a dog is
whereupon the nose is used to say hello
touch is communication
and advances frequent by hormone instinct
rejected/accepted as simply as they are made.

but i am not a dog.
nor will i ever be.

not in this life, anyway.
 
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in this entry i paraphrase   
02:36am 21/07/2005
  so okay i really don't-
i mean
-wow.

i don't like living here.
and i don't like my parents.

especially my mom but especially my dad.

my mom saw me scanning in a picture of myself to the computer
-- a long time ago, about the last time i posted on the internet --
and she asked me what it was for

i couldn't lie and say school: school was over
and that was my usual sort of excuse:
that's what i always said i used the internet for
to avoid conversation.
so i told her the truth

"somebody online wants to see a picture of me
because he wants to draw me i guess"

and she flipped out
freaked out

she ripped out the internet cable
(yes, ripped: we had to get a new one
i am accessing the internet from a new internet cable
because she broke the old one)
and yelled at me to turn off the computer and took my picture out of the scanner

"i can't believe you could be so stupid" she screamed
"don't you know the internet is full of stalkers?
who could track you down with your picture
and wait outside your school and touch you in your
private areas?"

which i thought was a dumb argument
because it is not 1997 and i am not twelve years old --
i am eighteen and about to go to university and live on my own for eight months
and i think that means i am old enough to give people my picture online, but apparently not.
which is why i have been off the internet for thirty days.

you should have seen my dad though
when he found out
-- my step-dad, i mean.

when he found out i was sending a picture
to some man on the internet
because he wanted to draw me a picture of me
he thought that i was involved in a homosexual relationship
he thought that meant i was having sex with men online

he got really mad
he said that nobody who lives unders his roof
is going to be a cocksucker.

i think that he wanted an argument
i think he was hoping for an argument;
thinking maybe that i would stand up for my rights
to suck cocks online
and he would get his chance
to finally kick me out.

so he got even angrier when i told him he was an idiot
and he was wrong
and ignorant.

and he enrolled me in a church program
-- our church (his church) has a program --
where they turn you from gay to straight.
i have to go every wednesday and report
on my progress:
telling them how many cocks i haven't sucked
and how long it's been since i haven't, and
how i might've found a girl that interests me.

apparently i'm making great progress
-- there's a lot of girls that interest me, this isn't hard --
but the leader says that i am still in denial
and that i will never be truly free unless i admit to The Truth.

what the hell.
 
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02:06am 22/06/2005
  i have one exam left
and
i've only spent one day at home so far.

i watched a lot of tv
and lay on the couch;
it was unsatisfying and lonely.

like my weekends.

like my life.
 
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