Is this the title we have been waiting for? Or is it?

It is official, Kuwaiti boy is going to war, shoulder to shoulder with your boys. God bless him, he must not have any kids my age. It is funny, I am one of Sheikh Mohammed's biggest fans, I met him personally. Now he is the one telling me I am going to war, calling those trained mercenaries in the U.S. Army "boys", and calls us rag-tag drafted civilians the "Kuwaiti army". Whatever I say will definately do me no good, heck, I am going to war it seems. Who cares, the Al-Sabah's might be signing their own dethronement, they are probably the weakest monarchy in the Gulf. Well, the Khalifa's have been loosing chutzpah recently too. We don't want this war, we won't stop you, just don't send us out there. You've done it with South Korea, South Vietnam, and I guess they should call us after the war starts South Iraq. It's within keeping of American cultural values; you guys need a funny short native with a white helmet speaking gibberish for your war movies and sit-coms. A rehashed MASH, set in 1990 war torn basrah, but indirectly commenting on the current war with Iran. I see it now.

I am also happier than ever that I am informed by CNN what is happening to me, again. It happened in 1990, now its happening again. I trust CNN more than my own mother. Mother lies, but CNN has Crossfire.

I am experimenting with the "Blog This!" feature which i do not entirely understand. It's like a pop-up window that allows you to do an immediate post, for you know, those moments where posting must be absolutely immediate.

God damn Moacir, he just fed my procrastination fires by getting me back to playing Go. I was slowly headed towards 'scholasitc' chess, reading Nabokov and all, but Go is a bit more infectious. Check out the panda.

Speaking of infections, I am working on my Georgetown application and my right eye hurts cause I stupidly scratched my eye yesterday as I was taking out a contact. It hurts bad, but the pain is easing. Everytime I give it rest, the pain dispells. But I need to be staring at a screen, websurfing is such a crucial part of my day, and this personal statement I got to write before friday...ahh, but I spend it with you, dearest reader, what is my pain to you?

I feel so uneasy trying to sell myself to these guys. I know I will be a relatively bad fit, but whatever, they don't know that yet. Or do they? I might buy into thier bullshit, I realized that every other guy there is a novelist and the rest are just 'budding' novelists. Fuck it, I am going to get myself a glass of Lillet. Did you know that they used to use Lillet instead of Vermouth in Martinis? And to think about the people who now complain about vermouth in their martinis. Lillet is great, its just a tad too sweet. I feel tempted to take a piece of cloth, drench it with water, then squeeze it out into my glass. That cottony taste will even out the sweetness. Maybe a shard of ice will do the trick? Too couth. Funny word, couth, the only way we know he exists is from his evil twin, uncouth.