I find it interesting that as I sit here writing, sipping coffee, that people are dying in the name of their respective countries. I know that Saddam is a bad person, and those who support him are either bad or being forced, but they are dying nonetheless. Dying for what cause, I don't know. News coverage always throws out numbers as if life is so expendable, but as is reported about American deaths, there still exists the Iraqi deaths, the Iraqi soldiers who have families too, who have stories. God if there was a way to just kill Saddam and spare the rest of it I'd go for it, but there isn't. Today's odometer to Baghdad is 50 miles and closing slowly. The chemical red zone is near; at least if they use chemical weapons, we might get more world support but somehow I doubt it. One thing that really pissed me off today was when watching Tony Blair speak. I realized that he has spent many times talking about war. He's the leader of Brittain, and he's much more publically visible and publically held responsible. But where's George? Why the hell is he not in the public eye? It's just more more strike against him as far as I'm concerned. He'll not get my vote yet again I am positive.
Any freaking ways. Me and Amber hung last night for a while and had fun drinking tea and bsing. It's been good to do that and we've been getting more relaxed around each other as of late. That's been good.
Now for an Amber story. I'm not going to go on forever but here's the very condensed version for those who want to know. I met Amber while in Australia; I helped her get her dog, Betty, over there and through quarantine. Betty is the Coolest. I went to visit her after knowing her for a bit over a year, and we started going out after getting along very well after about a week. It had been a good relationship and lasted for three months about. I had doubts as to if I wanted to be in a relationship and also as to what love was and how I could characterize it in the relationship. We continued to be good friends, and because of my doubts I decided that it might be better if we were friends. I think eventually it will be better that way but I'm sure we will have tense times as things go on. Any questions?
Anyway, not much else is going on. I've been busying myself with organising and trying to find cds that are missing around here. I'm missing some of them that I really wanted, i.e. my stupid Phillip Glass cds. They are somewhere, I have no idea where, but I want my damn piano solos album. Oh well, It'll surface somewhere and f not, I'll just have to find a used copy. Arggggg. Why am I so attached to my cds. I have no idea. I'm glad I'm still attached to this lj, it's been great for me. More later.