I've come to the point where I don't really care how you perceive my words, just so long as you read them

I would first like to say that I am immeasurably disappointed in my fellow citizens and Graftonites today. On a day that is regarded as a NATIONAL HOLIDAY set aside for those whom SACRIFICIED THEIR LIVES FOR YOU very few people showed up for the Memorial Day parade. At least not nearly as many as have showed up in years past. What is this world coming to?? I have to say that I am disgusted with the lack of respect that American's show their fighting men and women who live through hell and die daily in order for us to be free. Is it too much to ask people to come out for just one hour of their 24 hour day in order to honor those men and women who died. IS IT??!!! It's despicable people, downright despicable. I don't care if you had to work (it's a national holiday, workplaces should be closed), if you had a busy night last night (some soldier had a busy night last night too, trying to stay alive), if you needed to sleep in (take a nap later), I downright don't care. Point is, it doesn't take much to get down there and honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. I am downright discouraged by the lack of support I saw down there today. It leads me to believe that America is a land that is put less and less value upon the values our country was founded upon. Heck, I'm sure most American's couldn't even tell you when the Spanish-American War was. (1898 by the way.) Good grief I'm pissed off. I hate to make a religious comparison here, but if people around the world make Easter and Good Friday holy for the death of one amazing being, why can't they make Memorial Day a special day for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of great men (and women)???

NEVER FORGET THOSE WHO DIED IN ORDER FOR YOU TO BE FREE.

To you, the world

I postively hate (with an irrefutable passion) the blogs/profiles in this world that I am reading. For starters, for everyone on this planet who says they hate drama, don't make it impossible to understand what the heck you are saying. If you put down some random quote that makes no sense to anyone in this world, and you are pissed off, well obviously no one is going to be able to offer you any help if they can't understand what the heck you mean. Don't put down stupid friggin lyrics to songs which makes no sense to the world. Don't you people think we get enough critical analysis at school??!! We don't need to come home and have to cross analyze every possible reaction and feeling on this planet to know that you had a bad day, or a bad week, or that life sucks. Just come out and say "Life sucks" "Today was a horrible day". There is no need to go deeply philosophical on the blog, none of us (to my knowledge) are Mrs. Kunick's and critiquing you based on your ability to be specific and to the point.

anyways, I'm done raving. I hope you understand, I hate reading that crap when people can't just come out and say whats bothering them.

I'm writing this from the standpoint of a drunken boy

Prom was last night and it was awesome. Awesome. A blast. Probably would have been better though if I could have actually moved around at Post Prom, but can't win every battle. But I would suggest that everyone goes to our Prom next year (this is to the sophomores obviously), it is an amazing experience. Do go and enjoy it please. :)

The one downside to prom is that right now I feel like a completely worthless human being. When I try to move, I nearly fall over (hey I'm on crutches) and I tried grabbing a box of crackers before and I knocked over 4 other boxes. And oddly enough, I don't really care because nothing seems to matter right now. I attritube this to going to bed at 5 in the morning and then getting up at 11. I know thats 6 hours of sleep so it doesn't seem so extreme. But staying awake till 5 in the morning and constantly moving around and dancing at prom takes a lot out of you, and when your not used to it all, its exhausting. But completely worth it :)

I'm too tired to post. Later gators.

I would first like to say that my previous post saying how I wanted to quit track, I hate the guy who wrote that. I hate him with a fervor unreliquishable by any standard. Maybe at the time, I thought that seemed the best way but it was stupid, plain downright stupid. Turns out I got my wish. Now I would kill to be able to run track, hell I would do anything to be able to walk. I'm really disappointed I said that before, I really am. Not much I can do about it now though, just move on and hopefully everything heals all right. I don't know what I'm going to do in the meantime without any form of exercise at all, but I'm sure I can find a way to keep some cardiovascular endurance. (30 minutes of abs :)

However the main point behind this post is to say that I don't really feel like updating this blog for a while now, I don't want to say everything thats on my mind because I don't feel like having my mother take this thing away from me for bad language or having somebody look to me like I'm a nutso. (more so then I already am people). Ultimately I don't want any sympathy or pity though. I don't want to feel like I'm a cripple (even if I am), I want to be a part of the team.

Track Broken Jeffrey