Watched UFC 100 last night, and though Brock Lesnar dominated and maintained his title.. I was more impressed by the Henderson / Brisby fight.. My goodness what a knock out!  And then the follow on super man punch was just amazing.  Never have I felt so good to be an American and had I had my new gun, I probaby would've emptied a mag into the air in joy.  I don't mind the British at all but it's that European cockiness I hate.  To see one American decisively destroy a Brit -- truly something to marvel at. 

Favorite quote after the knock out? "Yeah, he beat the Brit! JUST LIKE IN WW2!"  Hilarious.

After the Lesnar fight, I got a call from an Arab friend who was down at the club.  We went down there and coincidentally enough there was a bridesmaid party that I was friends with there.  Let's just say the level of "Maxxing" out that occurred was uncharted, uncalled for, and absolutely ridiculous.  Yes, I got my stage dance on, caught two different drunk girls falling off the stage from below, and finally had to swoop down and pick up a drunk girl to escort her out of the club.  Security has never been so happy!  Either way it was a great time until after.

Upon meeting up with the Arab dudes and convincing them that dancing with girls was a much better idea than dancing with one another the club closed shortly thereafter.  We were all outside and though all but one were unaware I spoke Arabic I broke my lingual silence and screamed, "That girl you're getting a number from IS A MAN YOU IDIOT!"  All the Arabs turned and looked at me in surprise.  I told them, "Don't look at me, look at him!"  Half were surprised, the other half started laughing.  Apparently they were just messing around with the Queen in getting her/his number but it was way too much for me.  After that, my friend G (who had invited me to come down) talked to some girls about coming back to smoke some hookah with us.  The girls picked up on his accent and his less than firm control of the English language and tried to joke with him to their benefit.  I flipped the fuck out at this point.  I had only had about 8 beers in me, but since I look foreign, too, they had assumed that my grasp of the English language was similar to my friends.  Big mistake.  I cursed out all three girls, one of which tried apologizing to which I promptly commented on her choice of clothes and the weight that protruded from it.  Leaving them all shocked and dismayed with mouths open, I gave them a farewell gift in the form of the finger and marched on out.  I hate people trying to take advantage of foreigners like that and  I hate people attempting to assume how much somebody else knows... but  I love it when they they pay for it.  And pay they did.  Had I been a woman, I would've probably assaulted them, or had they been men there would have definitely been a scuffle.  Lucky them.

Anyways, we went on back to their little apartment and smoked a TON of hookah.  I can still taste the grape and apple today!  Point of all this?  Pics and videos... oh yes... :D  Lets hope the KSA don't see! :P

 
KSA Crew
 
Double the Hookah, Double the fun.

Listening to a  little Akon

The outcast, homeless Kuwaiti guy.
 
Hardcore Ghetto Gangster

Finally, here is some shennanigans with full on, uncensored Arab behavior.  Viewers beware!

I'm so glad all this garbage is over.  I'm up at school awaiting my last class so I can confront him about me getting all the attendance and in-class quiz points since I neither missed a day, nor missed any quiz / got any wrong.  I already took my math final and whats done is done.  I pray for an A- but I'm guessing B/B+.  We'll see.  As for me I sit here with a Nigerian/Sudanese (something African) girl two computers away who insists on singing while she peruses the internet.  I don't think she's aware she's doing it in the library, but I don't feel like telling her either...

Ever since I got my final done, I've had this "Fuck the World" feeling.  I don't know why but I just want to go burn something down now that I'm actually done with this semester... like a daycare or something that'd end up on the news.  I dunno, childish things childish things I s'pose.  Heres how I feel musically right now:

Initially I was going to go to the gym today and work out legs, but I forgot today is my fencing day.  On most Fridays I've gone pretty sore, which in turn makes me slow so this time I think I'll skip out on the gym and focus on my fencing.  I have a tournament down in Lincoln at the Cornhusker State Games next week and I'm hoping to do well considering its my first tournament.  The good news is that I'll be doing sabre for the first time and I'm going to level somebody.  I fenced this 12 year old kid, who is SUPER annoying, in sabre a couple of weeks ago... He kept telling me how good he was at sabre, so I told myself if he provides the opening all I'm going to do is hit him in the helmet.  So that's what I did -- for 10 minutes.  And it was everything I thought it could be.  Who knew being a bully could be so fun? 

Also, I've forgotten to order my fencing equipment like I had planned so I have to do that when I get home at one today.  Looks to be right around $300 so it's kind of pricey but I'll be ready to get my foil on.  I really want to get into sabre though, its so fun but requires so much more gear. 

I am so tired right now.  I've been up for 30 hours now, and I'm not that physically exhausted, just more so mentally tired.  But I am definitely feeding of the jubilation I feel after turning in my final paper in my HIST 4910 US & Middle East history class.  I stayed up all night working on it and finished it after nailing out a final exam in my religion class.  Now all that awaits is my math final tomorrow morning which either way I am destined to get a "B" on.  I have to do some extra credit work in order to maybe swoop in for a B+/A- but I am doubtful on any real progress made from this extra credit.  History class was semi interesting today because we talked about the last 8 years of foreign policy in the Middle East and the Global War on Terror.  Which leads me into my next section.

I was sitting there, half conscious -- fully awake, but half conscious really.  Which basically meant I was incredibly susceptible to all the childish things being said around the room.  These people (who are history majors) are the majority of mainstream society.  They have not seen their friends suffer at the perils of a rarely seen enemy.  Nor have they witnessed the atrocities we commit unto others in the name of a flag.  Yet this one guy in class has the audacity to claim that politicians shouldn't restrict soldiers to the rules of Geneva convention.  I tell you this, as a veteran -- thank goodness for those rules.  This jerk sat there and claimed that America did not have a capacity to "do what needed to be done" and at the sametime disapproved of neo-conservative ideologies.  What a hypocrite!  This is the perfect example of backwards American talk about how bad politicians are and how good our soldiers shouldn't be.  Yet he doesn't know what its like to have to control a roving band of murderers whose job it is to wipe out people regardless of combatant status.  To know that this is what they joined for to do.  To feel like you can't wait to do it.  And after you do, everyone thinks your cool.  And more importantly, you feel important.  I remember times when we denied aid to dying people and their children to "teach them a lesson" not to mess with us.  To see their faces brings back nothing but a sting of guilt.  Not because I felt bad for them and didn't do anything, but because I felt happy for us.  I remember being so smug knowing that even though we may lose one dude, they'll  lose countless men, women, children, arms, legs, etc..  I remember so many horrifying things, and then this guy who can sit there and talk about how he disapproves of this and disapproves of that but yet wouldn't stick his neck out for anything throw his weight behind the necessities of things like My Lai.  Give me a friggin break.

I sat there in the class, just speechless.  Another veteran piped up about how he thought him and his buddies were going somewhere so others wouldn't have to.  You know what that is?  A fucking POG!  Probably a reservist POG atop of that.  A guy who hasn't seen a shot fired and sits there and makes patriotic picture movies about his deployment inside the wire.  He hasn't seen the faces of those who have to live their lives under the gun.  He hasn't been called a liar by a woman in her own language or seen the faces of hate for all their sons lost to artillery, machine guns, and JDAMS.  He hasn't seen a 10 year old blind kid who your friends shot up because their car wouldn't stop.  He hasn't consented to the execution of people for the sake of so called progress.  Fucking POG. 

And then of course, a WOMAN, of all people, pipes up about her air force deployment to some secure base and talked about her experiences.  What the fuck is that?  Her idea of being outside of the wire is the drive from one compound to another so she can look at radio equipment and flirt with SNCO's.  What the hell do these people know about street politics, gangland society, and the business of war.  What do they know about hatred, distrust, and life where suicide seems like a great idea. 

Somebody had the nerve to get on war profiteering and KBR.  I have showered in KBR facilities twice and it was like heaven.  I have eaten in their chow halls 5 times, and it was like heaven.  And they want to tell me it's bad that somebody is getting rich off of that?  Please.  They have not spent one day going through trash in the search of decent packet jalapeno cheese or peanut butter.  They haven't shot a goat or a cow based on need.  Nor would they know what its like to give what little you have left to your buddy because you feel sorry hes hungry and didn't pack enough for himself.  They wouldn't know about water, food, or cigarette rationing in the face of administrative supply errors.  They wouldn't know about stealing to get by from people who can't get by as it is.

Yet they all had something to say.

I still couldn't believe that civilians were advocating on behalf of removing the Geneva convention.  It's the only thing we got people.  If we wanted to be Russia we could.  If we authorized rape and pillaging to our troops, they would.  But we don't.  Why?  Because we're better than that.  And those who can't hold to it are the criminals.  And I feel like a fucking criminal somedays.  I think of all the things I've done that I can't speak of, all the things I've watched and should've spoke about, and all the things people speak of and know nothing about...  Man, the shit really drives me nuts! 

And I'm done with this rant.  God bless America.  If people didn't have the right to talk about what they didn't know, I guess we'd have no Americans to satisfy our stereotype overseas.