The previous night I didn't get that much sleep, because me and my buddy Shaggy drank about 7 beers each and watched a couple of movies. I then fell asleep for a couple of hours when I was rudely awakened by my team leader Sgt Adams saying, "get dressed and go to the formation down stairs. When I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and realized that it wasn't a dream. I got dressed and went downstairs only to find out some retard stole aproximately $150 out of someones room. 1st seargent was pissed. So I had to listen to a whole speech on the subject and by the time I got to bed and back to sleep I only got another hours worth of sleep. Well today sucked. I was cleaning my room till 3 am this morning in fear of a room inspection today. So by the time I got in bed I was quite tired. My girlfriend also spent the night. I was woken up at 5:07 am by my team leader once again saying that I had a piss test and that I get dressed and go downstairs. I told him that my girlfriend was here and started to get on my case saying that sign out is at 5am (in which it is 6am) and that I had 4 minutes to get my girlfriend to the gate and be back. Well first of all it takes about 10 minutes to get to the gate and back. That was fun. When I got back I drank about 2 liters of water and had to wait till 8am to piss. After that I went back to my room to sleep, but i could't I had to keep getting up to piss for about every half hour. I did manage to get a couple more hours of sleep today and then went to work and writting this. Work seems to last for an eternity when your tired.
Ahhh, another day at work. You know? I realy should have stayed in last night and caught up on some much needed sleep, but no, I have to go out. Dennis and I headed out around 10:30pm. We decided to go to the good old Irish Pub in Mainz. So we parked illegaly (like we always do) behind the Pub. We got inside and the place was hella packed. Chill was playing and there was that much breathing room. Dennis and I realy wanted to get out and relax, and the Pub was not going to do that. We left and went to check out Scrooge's and it was lame. We didn't know where to go, so we decided on The 60's Bar. That was relaxing, sitting on our bar stools, a table to ourselves, Dennis a Kilkenny, and me a hefeweisen. We only had one beer and decided that we should go to the Apfelbaum for shit and giggles. This place is also known as The Spot, because it is where a lot of sluts or easy women go. They play a lot of rap and hip hop shit there. Sometimes they techno, which is alright, but I can not stand rap. I wasn't realy having fun so I drank Carona until I did. I was dancing and everything. One thing, I am white therefore I can't dance. I look like a retarded monkey banging his head against the wall. Toward the end of the night is still a bit fuzzy. It was around 6am when we got home. I went to bed and crashed till 12pm nothing like getting up in the morning feeling sick from a hangover. Now I am at work once again. I just love working on the weekends.
The weekend was relaxing. I was not much of a party animal Saturday night. There was a lot of beer drank that night. Speakers pulled into the hallway, people dancing. Too bad I was tired from working. I drank me some beer though. Every one left trashed. Sunday and Monday were recovery days for me. All I did was sleep most of the days away. Today I got a hair cut. I hate them! I usually grow my hair until someone says something to me. I have quite long hair for being in the army. Why am I such a nice guy? I don't have to work today, but James asked me if I would work a couple of hours for him so he could play basketball and of course I said yes. I better get repaid for this! I'll snap if I don't.
Another boring day in my life again. I sit here at work and try to think of what happened. I had it so easy and then I had to throw it all away. I just had to sign my ass away to join a fucked up military. I bang my head against things, because of this. I could be at home eating a twinky watching T.V. without army propaganda comercials flashing across the screen try to brain washing me. I wouldn'tbe called at all hours of the day just so that they (military) knows where you are. Maybe I would like to live my life on my own one of these days. Or just maybe make a decision on my own without womeone telling me which way I have to think. Grow my hair to my ass, join a hippy colony and drug myself for the rest of my life. BUT NO, I wanted to join the army for some stupid reason that I don't even remember why. Do you know what it's like living every day on the vurge of snapping. And these fuckers trust me with a gun, a top secret clearance, and want to promote me. Yeah promotion, just what I need, more responsibility. It is hard to control my life as is, and they want me to take care of other soldiers. No thank you, you keep your money. It is not worth the hairy dick in my ass watching every move I make waiting for a mistake it they can thrust harder.
Sick and tired. Last night I got a cold while I was sleeping. I only slept for 2 hours last night. I had a wierd dream too. So I decided to write a dream journal also. I think I might be a little scared to some of this shit, so I will keep some a secret till I die. As for the two hours of sleep I kept waking up tossing and turning. Either I can't get enough sleep (even if I sleep 12 hours my body is always tired) or I can't sleep. Insomnia will kick my ass. I start not giving a shit about stuff, I become a real crab ass, and I don't feel like doing anything. Plus, not to mention I feel like shit all the time. This whole election thing is starting to bother me too. Not like it's bad enough that I have four chanels people, but they put the election coverage on three of them. Then on the only chanel left like to put some gay ass christian fammily show or movie on. I swear to God that the military wants me to flip out. I am done writing so if you wanted me to write more then fuck off!
Well it�s about 4 am right about now. Sitting at home typing on a laptop. My day yesterday was screwed and my day will be screwed today as well. I love doing shit on my day off. Yesterday I had to go to a PMI for the 9mm range today. And as you guessed it I have to go to the range today and shoot in this nasty cold German weather. The weekend was great. I pretty much slept the whole weekend away. It felt damn good too. I had the joy of defrosting my refrigerator today. The freezer part was completely filled up with frost and ice. Defrosting is kind of a mandatory thin since I need the freezer for all the beef products that I like to eat. It is also the quick cool down for the beer I have in storage. I must take a nap. Body weakening, must seek nappage�
11:30 am.Morning came way too early. I could have used a few more hours or days of sleep. I got to go on a 3 mile ruck march to the 9mm range today. That sucked since I limped most of the way there cause of my bum foot. I did alright shooting so it let me get out the aggression I had cause of the ruck march. Now I am home looking for food. I don�t have shit so I resorted to belly button lint and hot sauce. Actually not all that bad.
Well I lied! It's about 3:30pm and I am sitting at work. You know that nappage I was supposed to get. Didn't happen. The scedule said I had to work today. I swear to god that I didn't, life sucks and I get to deal with it. I think I'll try Yoga. The people who do it are so calm and relaxed it makes me want to hit them with a 20 plb sledge hammer. They just let things happen and what ever happens is okay. I wish I could do that.
Another uneventfull day. What should I do to occupy myself? I could do something to better myself. I could learn how to yodel. Maybe I'll write a book someday. The title of the book will be, "The Day I Got Out Of The Army And Was Happy Living Like A Bum." I was so bored today that I satarted looking up words in the dictionary so I can sound like I am very intelligent when I hold a conversation with somebody. Some of the guys here just brought me back pizza. So I am going to scarf down this shit, later.
Nothing like starting the day of with Taco Bell. Gives you just enough energy to make it through the day. I bought a couple of DVDs today. I got SLC Punk, and Riding With The Devil. I like SLC Punk, but I don't know about the other movie. Hopefully I don't get assed out on it. Going to go to the Pub tonight to do my ritual beer drinking. Mmmmm, beer so good. Later.
Happy Thanksgiving. What am I thankfull for? Dennis, for working on Thanksgiving with me. My girlfriend, cause she is the sweetest. Alcohol, for when I get home this evening. Nope no football, no turkey, no family this year. Well I worked last Thanksgiving also. I do appreciate the fellow soldiers who checked up on us today to see if we were allright or brought us left overs from their big dinners. Lucky bastards! I guess that I will have to join the after party and get fucked up. Beer is much better than turkey anyway. The internet, where else can you meet someone on the net and they want to meet you in the next few days. So I am going to have to go with a buddy Saturday and meet them. They are probably nasty sluts looking for some easy lay. That is why I am coming along so if they are we can bail out and he won't be alone. Who said I wasn't a good friend?
Do you know what it is like to explain something to someone that won't listen to you. That is my life in the military. Went out with my buddy Saturday night. We went to meet the internet girls in Friedberg. They were pretty cool I guess. I had a few too many jack and cokes, so I had fun over there. We went to some club called the Studio. It was fun cause it was something different. By all means I don't like the music. I can't stand rap. What was really fucked up about this place was that everyone was doing the Electric Slide. It was like a buch of zombies in that Michael Jackson video. Friday was Teresa's B-day. It was my first Gernan party that I liked. Nothin like a buch of loud music, lots of alcohol, and a buch of people.
You know it's one thing to play Scrabble with a computer, but it is another when the dictionary the computer has is filled with a buch of made up words. I thought I was stupid for a while when the computer kept kicking my ass with words I though were impossible make. I started catching on when the computer started spelling words like kuz, qis, kyu, and wassup. So I have been sitting here playing scrabble with the computer for hours with a real dictionary and looking up all the words the computer tries to spell. I had to have deleted over 200 words in the computers dictionary. Now the computer only spells a wrong word every 4 turns. I don't think I'll ever be able to play Scrabble for fun anymore. Now It feels like I am playing for blood. I want to kill anything that spells a word wrong. I know I am not the best at spelling, but that's different. Today has also been interesting. The parking lots were a little full today, so everyone who works here has been parking on the side of the road to the parking lot. Well there are a few individuals think that they can park in the mud so they get a closer parking spot. I could understand it if you had a 4 wheel drive truck, but this certain individual didn't. She just happens to get stuck. And to top that off she just happens to lock the keys in the car when she got out and just happened to leave the car running. (So if you are reading this sweety you know who you are.) She had to call the MP's to bring aslim jim out and pop the lock on the door of her car. She got the door unlock and the car unstuck and thinks everything is cool. Nope. Now the doors won't open so now everyone is outside again trying to slim jim the car door and fix it. SCIF 174 THE SOAP OPERA.
