Yesterday was quite interesting for a buddy of mine. He probably doesn't know that I know this and probably doesn't want anyone to know this, but oh well. Some one, not going to say who, kind of got a little bit drunk last night. It was his 21st birthday so of course you have enjoy 21 separate shots all payed for by his friends. So as you can imagine someone who would drink this much probably wouldn't have the greatest motor skills and end up passing out by the end of the night. Well lets just say by the end of the night everyone leaves and no birthday guy around. Everyone thought that he had left and went already cause he was too drunk. No one realized that he just happened to make it to the bathroom and passed out. The next thing he knows is he wakes up in the bathroom, leaves the bathroom to go to the bar area to find a dark empty Irish Pub. He tries to leave but does not realize that the pub was locked from the outside by the last bartender that left. So he needed to call one of the guys that works at the pub to let his now sober ass out. I guess that will be a birthday that he will never forget or lets say never remember.
Mmmm. Spaghetti. There is nothing like gorging yourself with the food you like and to have it cause discomfort, because you ate too much. Then go to work with a stomach filled almost past capacity which causes you to be extremely tired. Now you have to fight the stomach pains and the urge to sleep. So by the time you get off work not only were you tired from eating, but drained from fighting all those urges to sleep and controlling the ache in your stomach. Then you sleep all day and get dissapointed, because you wasted an entire day which you could have gotten a hair cut, buying more food so you can eat, or cleaning your abode. So why do we have the urge to engulf so much of the food that we love to eat? I don't want to think about it anymore. My bathroom light doesn't work now. The light burned out, so now I have to use my instinctual aim every time I have to take a piss otherwise I will have end up cleaning the bathroom. I hate cleaning! Tomorrow I am going to get another light for my bathroom.
My fuckin arms still hurt. A couple days ago we had PDP (pre deployment something or other). It is for getting your shot records, finance, legal, and dental records updated and are all straight. Well I had to get a few shots. I got typhoid (which hurts like a mother fucker) hep A #3 and hep B #2. I can't stand getting shots. Thinking about that long peice of metal tearing into your skin and then into the muscle of your arm. Mind you I don't have that big of arms and if the nurse does somethig wrong she could go right through it like a kid pinning bugs on cardboard for a school project. I guess I am just a whinny baby, but oh well. Last night I went to the Pub again. It was okay, I guess. Jupp Simon was playing and he is allright. I just had a lot of energy and couldn't sit still. Later last night everyone decided to go to the Kuz. This place is cool. It used to be a meat factory and then they turned it into a heavy metal club with 2 dance floors and you are allowed to mosh. We arrived and I am a bit intoxicated from the drinks from the Pub so I decided to go for the double Jack and cokes. I love Jack Daniels. Me feeling restless as is felt this uncontrollable urge inside me and didn't know what it was untill they played Limp Bizkit. It was that I haven't moshed in a long time. Since Germans are too pussy to start a mosh pit me and my buddies just had to jump in the middle of the dance floor and start fucking shit up. (oh yeah, if my swearing offends you then go fuck off and read someone elses web page) After the song was over I went back to my drink to catch a breather and wet my mouth. That is when it hit me. The sharp pain in the bottom of my right foot. I rip my shoe off and then my sock and there it was. I big fuckin piece of class stuck in my foot. I pulled it out and instantly started bleeding. And that was the end of me moshing last night. Bum fucking deal, but there will be other Kuz nights.I've been feeling dissapointed about the lack of interest of my message board. Any one can post a message about anything yet nobody, but a few will write a message. I am deeply saddened by this. Sniff sniff.
Doing another 12 hour shift. James kind of fucked Brian, Mike, and I. Yesterday Sgt Adams was trying to call me all day and God knows who else. I didn't answer my phone, cause every time doing so I end up working or having to do something on my days off. Today I had to go into work early to do a 12 hour shift, after being called at my girlfriend's house. I guess Sgt Adams wanted me to work last night cause supossively James said that I would work for him. He didn't even talk to me about it. I even saw him yesterday and he could have confronted me about the situation. James was bitching to 1st Sgt about his parents being here and not being able to do shit with them, because he is working. It's not like he has had quite a few days off to do shit with his parents. If he wanted more days he should have taken some fuckin leave. This is the reason I don't answer my phone. I don't want to get screwed anymore. I also try to stay out of the barracks as much as possible too, although it is a little difficult when I don't have a car. Sgt Adams said that he will see about getting me Monday night off, but we'll see about that one.
I just ate 2 breakfast burritos and washed it down with an orange "POP". I put a little writing in about pop, so check it out. I haven't much to say today. My sleeping schedule is still fucked up. either I don't sleep or I sleep the whole day away. Today I slept all frigurgen (I will also write about this word) day. So therefore my life is just too boring to write about even though I am doing so right now. Well it ended up that I did get Monday night off, but no one told me that I was so I went to work to work only for an hour and then go home. I told my girlfriend not to come over cause I had to work, but by the time I got home from work it was already too late to do something with her. So then I sit at home bored nothing to do cause everyone else works during the day and has to sleep at night. So I ended up watching movies I've seen a thousand times before. Well it's that time of year to buy presents and such, but I don't have a clue what to get my girlfriend that isn't cheesy. I've thought about a lot of stuff, but I just don't know. I don't want to get her anything too expensive, but I don't want to get her anything cheap either. I guess I'll leave off tonight thinking about it for a while.
Well I lost this weekend. I broke down and answered my phone and I got Jewed. It was an anonymous number I had had the "don't touch the red button" urge and answered my phone. Guess who it was! Yup, Sgt. Adams. I had to stop what I was doing and get a flu shot, by which I am sick now, and go to some common task training bullshit. That was a whole lot of fun. I kinda scared the lady who gave me the shot though. She had the needle in her hadn and started to swing and gave me one of those rhetorical, "are you ready?" when I blurted out a loud NO! She jumped and stuck me, but it didn't hurt a damn bit. It was the least painful shot I have ever gotten. I don't know what possessed me to say it? Ever since I was a kid I hated needles. It once took 3 nurses a doctor and my dad to hold me down to draw some blood when I was a wee little lad. One of the medics told me as I left after getting my flu shot said that it's not their fault if I get sick in the next few days. I hate all these damn mandatory shots! I will probably write my own conspiracy on it. I'll probably call it Guinea Pig.
Insomnia!!! Oh god the pain! I don't know why I can't sleep. I guess my brain is just too active and says uhuh you're staying awake! I got my girlfiend her Christmas presents today. I was kinda stressing out about that. I didn't think I was going to make it to the store to her them before Christmas. That was a stress reliever when I went through the check out lane. Maybe that is why I can't sleep. Maybe too much stress. Who knows? I also got my hair cut today. My hair was getting excessivly long for me and my hair is regurly long for army anyways. Well if I don't make any sense remember that I haven't slept and stuff. It's actually the 20th about 0430 hours. My brain feels like jello and I actually forgot where I was when I nodded off a minute ago. Thank god I am workin with someone. I got P.T. this morning and I don't want to go. It is cold outside and I won't be able to sleep until noon, cause of my P.T, high afterwards. Too sleepy to write now. I will go smoke a cig now.
Well I am depressed today. You know I had originally had to work on Christmas. Well, then I got Christmas off when I was asked what I wanted to do.. I told my girlfriend that I would go over to her place and eat diner with her and her family since I didn't have to work. Just today I get told that I have to be the duty driver on Christmas. Now that is a 24 hour shift which totally screws my fucking Christmas. You know it wouldn't be all that bad if they would have told me a couple weeks before or a month at that, but not a few days before Christmas when I made plans already. Now stupid shit like this is why I act so negatively towards the military. It is just a bunch of fucks waiting to screw somebody. They probably get off thinking about it when they are taking a shit in the bathroom. I can't make plans anymore. I just end up getting fucked in the long run. There will always be something I have to do, day off or not. Oh, someone got sick you have to come in and work. Oh, you got duty driver. Oh, my pussy hurts you have to work. Well fuck you!
Suffered another bout with insomnia again. After work the 21 I couldn't sleep. I was up until 1 am this morning. Man it kicked my ass! I managed to get some sleep before I had to go to work today at 5:30 am. Being tired as I was I went to Mainz and Wiesbaden with Dennis and John for their Christmas market. I didn't buy anything, but we had glutwein and ate some potato pancake thing with applesauce. Surprisingly the potato thing was actually good. I went to the Pub afterward to see my girlfriend and she took me home around midnight. I got home and I passed out till I had to work. I wonder if I have stress related problems that is causing me not to sleep? I don't know. Maybe I should check that out or something. I don't have to work Christmas anymore. I payed Dennis off to work for. That's great, now I can go back to my original holiday plans. Thank you Dennis.
God I need a car! Waiting to get off work and Monica doesn't love me enough to give me a ride and get Degear a sandwich. She said that she is warm and comfortable and that she didn't want to leave her room. I even told her it was Christmas time, you know the time to give. She still didn't go for it. I bet she is getting a lump of coal in her stocking tomorrow. Now I am just sitting here eating all the meat and cheese in my Hickory Farms package my sister sent me. Thanks Tammy. Degear is bitching about certain individuals like CARTER!!!, calling up at 0430 to go drive him somewhere. You know you pissed him off just by waking him up that early and what makes you think you'll get his ass out of his room to drive you somewhere? Degear also says, "merry Christmas and a happy FUCK YOU!"
You know it's good to be away for a major holliday like Christmas. Lets you know how much you miss everyone. Lets you realize how much you take for granted, like being able to see everyone on the holidays. I had a great Christmas. On the 24th I ate diner with my girlfriend and her family and grandparents. Poor Johanna having to translate everything for me. On Christmas I ate diner with her family again. I think they like me, but who doesn't. Shut your mouth if you don't! We ate goose. This was the first time that I have eaten it. It wasn't all that bad. I also ate these potato ball thingy. It was quite interesting, but good. Later in the evening my mom called me. It was great, because everyone was at my house for Christmas and they all passed the phone around and I got to talk to everyone. I got a little teary eyed when I got off the phone. That was a great present, but the best present was from Johanna. It was just a card, but what it said meant so much to me. She is the biggest sweetheart. In the past few days I've been attacked by ferocious cats. My girlfriends cat decided it didn't like my eyes and tried to take them out for me. I was a little too quick, but not quick enough. The damn thing got me just below my eye. The next day the same damn cat decided that it would like to hang on my thumb by the claws, but my skin is not strong enough. So now I got a little gouge missing out of my thumb. The day after that I went to a little stable area where my girlfriend rides horses I sat at some steps. One of the God knows how many cats sat on my lap. At the bottom of the stairs there was another cat that wanted attention too. So he decided to jump onto my lap, except that the damn thing didn't make it all the way. It only got to my knee and the middle of the top part of my hand and slid down my hand. Now I got a nice little scratch. I'd also like to say a big fuck you to the band Chill at the Irish Pub for not playing Blister In The Sun.
