i've got soul but... i'm not a soldier

holy crap so much has happenned to me since i last decided to put dedo to keyboard. there is a sad part too, due the the simple fact that i have not had a decent nights sleep since like the fourteenth of august (when the dorms resumed operations, even of the minimalist sorts). so as a result, i have not been able to store any of the funny sad michievious or disappointing events that im sure have taken place over the past weeks but i just cannot seem to recall the exact details. without those details, there is no real reason for me to even tell a story, becuase it would only impair my ability to embelish the story and make as enjoyable to hear as it is to tell. that is right, i am doing it for all youse out there. i do, however, recall one story imparticular, but i will get to that in a moment or four.

what is a more important change, i am using some punctuation. i know, i know, it is not much, but all the same it is a vast improvement over the previous post. which i apologise for, i presumed that the blog would be posted just the same way that i would type it. and i never really bothered to double back and look at it until recently. really, that is not the way i had intended it to be or become for that matter. i had specifically placed spaces and italics where i thought appropriate only to see that it had all been mashed into one barely comprehensible run-on sentence. too anybody who actually bothers to read these, well mine at least, i am really really super-dee-duper sorry. i will not let it happen again.

ok, funny story time. so i was standing at the self-checkout thingum at one of our local wal-marts here, when i was accosted by someones grocery schrapnel. sound strange, let me explain, well at least, to what i can figure happenned. like i said, me self-checkout, you get the idea, i do not even know what i was purchasing, but i am fairly certain it was later in the evening, but that is just cause that is when in typically frequent the wal-mart. why have twenty-four hours if people are not going to use them right?! well just as i am prompted by the automated friendly voice to "select my method of payment", my spidey-sense starts tingling and i take a step back just as this bag of groceries comes crashing down on the terminal in front of me. and a gentleman to my immediate left storms out of the store shouting words with which i am sure he meant to hurt someone elses feelings. not mine of course, i was just a cob at the moment. so then like sam, i take a quantum leap to a few moments before the bag nearly beaned me and i recall that the man seemed upset and was flailing his arms about. for some reason, i had just passed this off as another employee telling an rather vivid and animated story. at this point, back in the present i start to eavesdrop as i am paying for and collecting my paid for (and i cannot stress that enough) merchandise -- whatever it was. from what i can tell, this is what went down in mart of walton. the man was trying to purchase items with some sort of card -- i believe it to be a wal-mart card as opposed to a real credit card which no one bothers to card for at any rate. apparently, whatever the card was, it did not belong to him, nor could he provide information that he had a right to use it in any way, shape, or form. what he did have, was a surly disposition. and rightly so, i mean he went through all that effort to committ some sort of fraud, only to be told no. who the hell do they think they think they are to deny him like that. damn you wal-mart and your everlast pursuit to crack down on fraud, while doing absolutely nothing about the ninety year old "security gaurd" posted at the front doors who has failed every single time to stop people from stealing things in the more obvious manner. by simply shoplifting it, and continuing to walk, even though the door clearly states they should return and claim their free 2-liter of soda for being wrongfully accused.

i have another great story, or i am fungeniering it to become so. but i may have to actually wait until that one has run its course before i start to find the humor in it. until then... anticipation shall be your constant companion.