January 2001
3 January, 2001

Do you wake up in the morning with very painful jaw aches, teeth hurt, and have headaches? Well if so you might have a dissorder that I have, Buxism. It is the grinding or clinching of teeth in your sleep. It sucks. My jaw hurts at times all day. They say that using a mouth guard at night may help the pain, but I don't know. I'll try it though. New Years was a blast! Went to the Irish Pub (what's new) and lit off fireworks at midnight. Nothing like lighting off 20 huge fuckin bottle rockets and having them bounce off buildings and blow up in front of you in an array of colors. Running around with fircrackers in you hands and letting them blow up. After partying at the Pub Johanna and I went to her place and I played Jenga with her parents and their friends. I never played such a difficult game of Jenga. It was much harder than drinking Jenga in the barracks with SATCOM. Never have I seen a Jenga structure get so high, and everyone was drunk as hell!
4 January 2001

I find all the days blending into one big messy clump of a chalk board scraping noise. Damn the fuckers who keep coming into my access point and opening the door without lifting up on it. The door scrapes the floor if you don't lift up on it and it makes this really irritating noise, like a dying cat trying to climb up a chalk board. As you can tell I am very crabby today. My jaw hurts from grinding my teeth last night and I didn't get very much sleep from that either. I have been realizing nothing I say is original anymore. I've probably gotten it from someone else. I think I am being original, but someone beats me to it. Now fucking Custer keeps bitching at me, "I want to use the computer, It's not like you are going to be on it all night." So now I am writting so she bitches even more. I think it is funny. She just thinks it's a life time if she waits 5 minutes cause she has to work. She just needs to pay off her credit card. Now you know what Custer had the nerve to do? After she pays her bills she asks me if she could check her e-mail. Now what about work that she had to apperantly had to go to realy quick? Fuck that. I gave her 5 minutes to check her e-mail. I never seen her move so fast in my life. When the 5 minutes ended I made her sign out and she proceeded to bitch like usual. Evans says, "Custer is a lying ass ho." I say today is the official FUCK YOU CUSTER day.
5 January 2001

Well I probably won't drink for a while now. I think I had a few too many double Jack and Cokes last night. I went to the Irish Pub and after that closed I went with all the people that work there to The Spot. I had one of those all day hangovers where all you think about is why did I go out. Work seems to take an eternity when you're sick. If I smell alcohol right now I'd probably puke. I should go to the Pub tonight to see Johanna, but I should also get everything in my room together since we are moving to Wiesbaden. It should be better there, because we are closer to everything now, except my girlfriend. I realized that in the past 2 years here I have collected a lot of stuff. I got chairs, a couch, stereo shit, DVD player, and numerous movies. You know all that stuff helps me to cope with all the military bull shit. Should have gone Airforce like my mom wanted.
10 January, 2001

As you can tell I don't work much, do to the lack of entries in my journal. I've gotten some strangers on my site, which is cool. They even signed my
guestbook. How come none of you guys sign it? I know you guys have visited. Not like it is that hard to type a little message here and there. Look I even put a little link above just to make it easier for you. Once again it is raining in Germany. I notice, because I'm a smoker. I have to smoke outside when I'm at work, therefore I get to  notice all kinds of weather. I've seen it rain, yet the sun is shining. God is definately trying to mind fuck us. I recomend a movie I bought the other day. It's called "Human Traffic". I've been told by some friends that I am pretty fucked up, because of my dreams. I don't think so. I find myself pretty sane and stable most of the time. Nothing much has really happened the past 5 days, which I find scary. My life is starting to become more and more boring.
11 January, 2001

Well I got harrased today by Sgt Adams again about my boots not being shined and my hair being too long. My hair is too long for him, because he shaves his everyday with a razor. My hair is easily withing the regulations for at least a week. my hair has a faded appearance and is off the ears. I don't know what he was complaining about. I have to hand it to him though. My boots were pretty muddy. It gets kind of depressing when you shine your boots and withing 5 minutes of work walking in the mud all that hard work goes down the drain. Shit like that pisses me off. Went to the Pub last night with Dennis, AJ, and Mike. We stayed there till close and bullshited most of the time. We came back and played cards with Kris and Janine. I went to bed around 5 am and they were still playing. I had to get my beauty (so i'm not a pain in the ass and won't kill anyone) sleep, because I work today.
12 January, 2001

Nothing like talking shit in a heated game of spades. Trying to piss off the other team with witty comments or lies to get under their skin and distract them from the game. As you can tell I played cards again last night. I didn't get a ride to the Pub, plus I didn't feel like going out. Dennis harrassed me to go to the Euro Palace, but I didn't feel like listening to rap crap or techno. Sorry man.
15 January, 2001

Last night was quite interesting. Well,  uh, where to start. Dennis and I went to the Pub and got bored, because Mac Mcnally sucked at signing last night. We then went to the Euro Palace and saw a strip show. That was cool, but the place was dead and the we decided to go home. Out of the blue we decided to go driving by the University in Mainz, except we decided to take a bunch of lefts and rights, not knowing where to go. Some how we went through Mainz - Kastel, Seizen, Mommenheim, Nackernheim, Bretzenheim, and God only knows where else. But along the way we manage to pick up a liquer cabinet that was sitting in some German's trash. I looked at the rooms we are going to be moving into today Lets say that they are pretty small for 2 people living in them, but I will manage.
16 January, 2001

I was supposed to move today, but like usual in the military they changed the move date again. Now it will be Thursday. I bought a few movies yesterday. I got Skulls, Four Rooms, and The Cell. Four Rooms is one of my favorites since I like Tarintino flics. I bought The Cell, because it was a fucked up movie and I like fucked up movies. Skulls I bought, because Dennis said it was a good movie. It was. I was surfing today and I found on some kid's web page on how to get rid of those annoying banners on your web page.. The html coding for geocities is:
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So that is what I did today. I got rid of all those damn annoying banners off my site. If you see any let me know.
I redid the title of my home page. Now it is in this cool blood font. I like it, so shut your mouth! Tomorrow I move all my shit. I have to have everything out and the room clean by Friday. I don't think it will happen though, but we'll find out. There isn't really anything to talk about today. Everything has been pretty much boring.
23 January, 2001

Well, I've been a little lazy on writing on my journal lately. I got a lot of my shit taken care of as far as the moving goes. I got a hell of a lot of laundry to clean though and a couple of boxes to unpack. We are at Threat Con Bravo Plus right now. Which means they are checking cars at the gates when you come in on post and check ID's when you go to heinerberg. All this, because some guy says he's going to blow up some Americans. Shit, there are too many people in the world as is. We need to find a way to cut down on overpopulation. Otherwise we will use up the natural resorces way too quickly. My conspiracy theory is that out government is paying off this terrorist dude just for that reason. Maybe not, but it's possible. Last night was quite interesting. Nothing better than drinking a lot of beer with the guys, playing Spades, and watching porn. Please, I wish you guys would give me some comments on my web page so I can know what you guys like and dislike.
24 January, 2001

Tired. Body wants to shut down. Everything is confusing, I am slow. I am hurting right now. I did a swing shift yesterday and I didn't get home until 2300. I couldn't sleep so I played a couple of games of spades last night with Steve, Shaggy, and Degear. Degear was seemed really pissed off that me and Steve beat him the 2 games we played. I can't help it you suck Degear! I'm still talk'n shit. Well, I didn't make it to bed until 0300 this morning, so that meant I only got a couple of hours of sleep. I had to work a 12 hour day shift today it's only about 1130 and all I can think about is bed. Before I went into work today I stoped off at the 24 hour shopette. I was feeling kind of sick when I woke up, but when I was in the parking lot I got a lot sicker. I dry heaved for about 15 minutes. I haven't felt that sick in a while. I thought I was going to die in the parking lot. Started thinking, of all places to die, a parki... gargglesplat! I then felt well enough to pop an Altoid , cinnamon of course, and go in the shopette and buy some food for the shift today. The first few hours of shift were going fine until I started to get sleepy. The only reason I am typing right now is so I stay awake. I can get fuzzy German channels on the T.V., too bad  I don't know German.  I'm finding myself to be quite irratable with everything today. It's a good thing I have cigarettes.
29 January, 2001

I've been lazy lately. I should have worked on my room on my days off, but all I did was laundry and then went and had fun. Me and Chuy are splitting the shift today so I won't work on my web page that long. Well the Super Bowl sucked. I went to bed after the 1st half. I was a little pissed off. Nothing really happened other than that. I can't get the damn logo that Random sent me to work and someone deleted Paint off the computer. Angry. I'll write tomorrow.
30 January, 2001

I really had a dream that got to me today. It was really fucked up. I have no idea how I could dream something like this. Check it out on my
dreams page. That means for you computer illiterate fools, to click on the blue text and you will go there. Well, I am sure my Chain of Command has heard or seen my site. So if you people don't hear from me again or this site miraculously dissapears, you know what happened! If I go down, then they will find my buddy Random eventually. Random if you read this, start hiding now! Till tomorrow, if I'm here, bubye.
31 January, 2001

Well I'm still here. I guess the government is a little slow. It's another ass chewed day in the Army. I am starting to like them. My Sgt. is always yelling at me. All I do is stare at him and smile. That pisses him off too. I am a little shit sometimes. I wonder if I can make him snap without getting myself in trouble? I know that just about everyone doesn't like him. He's too much of a dickhead. He is very inconsiderate, doesn't listen, has no personality or people skills. He needs to change himself a lot. Now me, I could use a lot of changing too, but I don't care it's me. I feel that I am a fairly liked guy. I don't think anyone really has anything against me unless I made sure of it.
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