'Cause of you I can't figure, what I'm all about...'

So Christmas is just four days away, and I've yet to buy gifts for even half the people I plan on giving to this year. I always slack until the last minute and then try to pull ideas out of my ass. Not because I'm lazy, per se, but just because I'm horrible at thinking of stuff to get people that I know they'll like.

Oh yes, and I'm back from vacation. Have been back for a couple weeks actually. Had a kick ass time, and can't wait to go back.

Tonight I was talking with Samantha (Sam) at work about how I've always wanted to join the military, and be a fighter pilot, or attack copter pilot, but because of my eyesight and heart condition, that's pretty much impossible. I've always assumed that 'any' career in flight would probably be impossible because of my heart condition actually, but after talking with her, and briefly with Ian, who's going to school for helicopter aviation, we did some research and it turns out that, worst case scenario, I might only need a doctors note, if even that. We found some information that said there were restrictions, but the article seemed to only talk about events that happened in the last six months or so, and I haven't had any serious problems since my surgery, at least eleven years ago. Ian said he'd talk to someone at his school as well, and I already requested more information about a flight school that's a mere 8 miles from where I live.

I'm really looking forward to finding out more information on this though. Since at least my sophomore year of high school, I pretty much just assumed I'd eventually have a career in computers, but the last year or two I've really started to reconsider that. I even thought about seeing where photography could take me, but the photography market is probably extremely crowded, and I already killed one hobby by trying to make it a career, so I think I'll save the other one. Flying though... I could definitely do that for the rest of my life. Sam thought that it was the male obsession with violence that made me want to become a fighter pilot, but I told her that honestly, I really just want to go fast, and there's not much faster than a fighter jet (is there?).

My hair's grown out fairly long. It's been a little over 2 months since I last cut it, and it's easily the longest it's been since I first shaved it my senior year of High School. I'll put up a pic later. Will probably get it cut next week by someone Dennis recommended, and if I don't like it, which is likely, then I'll just end up shaving it off again.

Yet another message from Niickiey tonight, this one by AIM, of all things. Again wishing me a "wonderful holiday, hope it's everything you want it to be"... Honestly it's getting a little ridiculous. She left me... arn't I supposed to be the stalker? Leaving simple messages here and there to try and get her to talk to me? I mean shit, if she wanted to talk to me all she'd have to do is talk. There's no need for this ass-backwards cryptic bullshit. The message coming through AIM was a bit strange at first, but then I realized that she knows I'm at work, and on AIM, and that this way I can't message her back, seeing as she logged off immediately after sending the message. I can't reply via text, at least not immediately, because I'm at work. Part of me wants to say something to her, and part of me says just ignore her and eventually she'll get bored, or finally grow up and talk; and that's probably what's best.

Oh yes, and I bought Rock Band last Saturday, and wow, definitely one of the best games out right now, hands down. Addicting as hell, and an excellent playlist, with weekly content being uploaded to the PSN/XBL. Daniel and I have been playing it a ton, and we're now ranked around #350 on the top bands list on PSN. A week ago I'd never thought I'd be playing songs on Expert. I have to say though, the drums are quite a bit harder than the guitar. Can't wait until Harmonix starts selling complete albums.