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07/06/2004

riders.

you know why i like war movies or movies with lots of grand, great battles? it's because they're so stirring and passionate and epic i just love them. the good ones, at least. like the return of the king, when the riders of rohan were charging down the pelennor, it was so stirring and grand and wonderful and brave. that image will forever be etched in my mind. even now i sometimes get fantasies of riding a horse charging to my death with my spear levelled at the countless hordes i'm about to meet with ten thousand other riders behind me.

okay fine fine i'm weird. though i'm afraid reality will be rather different. most probably i'll screw something up with my horse and i'll get trampled by it or i'll forget to bring my spear or if i do remember, i'll accidentally spear the guy in front of me and then get shot in the back with arrows by the guy behind me. nevermind yeah?

i love the sound of marching soldiers too. and the sound thousands of horses make as they charge across a battlefield. and i start to wish that i could do all that, that i could be a brave and honourable rider charging to my doom and fighting for my freedom, with a noble purpose and perishing with honour. that i could be part of an army of thousands and revel in my army's might and power.

oh well. i'll settle for riding across the countryside. riding a HORSE, mind you. sick bastards, i'm so disappointed with you.

why the hell am i talking about this. tons of stupid math homework to do! i'll never get in any time for proper revision this holiday, most of it will be spent in a feverish state trying to do all my homework by july.

okay i better go back to my feverish state now, seeya.

kenny wrote this at 8:05 p.m.