I ate lunch then dropped all my plans to sleep and moved all my things over, then spent the rest of the day setting everything up, running out to buy things like incense and cleaning supplies for when I need them...I still need a shower curtain--the lack of which prompted me to shower in 105, my old room, this morning.
I have this room all to myself for now. Hopefully it stays that way for some decent duration of time. I have so much more space for my things--room for a couple bookshelves, more room for my computer and stereo, more dressers and drawers. AAMOF I have two completely empty drawers in the main closet. Shit, I have two walk in closets now! One for TA50 and other miscellaneous stuff, the other for clothing and boxes...Wahoo!
But bottom line, the important thing is I no longer live with Dave and can keep up a much better semblage of order and cleanliness...no crud all over the shower, frightening toilets, a path to walk to the door safely, even in the dark, etc. I now also have a place to bring people back too and have privacy...i.e. I have a place to bring a woman back to hang out in now should (hopefully) the situation arise...
Dan came over and after we went out to eat we christened the room with some George Dickell Whiskey (came recommended by Mig), Duran Duran, Dennis Leary, and Meatloaf. It was good, it was fun, it was proper. Dan and I discussed our plans for the wknd--he goes on mission cycle tuesday so this wknd is his last to go somewhere, or, basically, to even have fun...Both of us are kicking around the idea of going back up to PA. However, I don't know what's going on between myself and Melissa, and Dan knows not what's going on between himself and Kelly...so he's supposed to try to get in touch with them today and see if we should/could go back up this weekend...I don't have my phone line switched over yet..tried to call the phone company yesterday but they were too busy to field my call...gonna hafta try again today at lunch.
Hi... My name is Dan. I'm the phantom friend that Glen keeps referring to. I just thought that I'd add this so you know that I am a real person and not a figment of Glen's imagination. I really do exist. I fixed a few of Glen's typo's in the above entry and he got mad at me and told me to leave them be. I think he's a little retarded sometimes. To be truthful, Glen is probably the most guarded, inhibited, introverted guy that I know. Which is the exact opposite of myself. It's amusing sometimes. But not all of the time. He needs to take life by the tail, slam it into a tree, and look down at it's lifeless carcass, and say, "I am the victor!" I don't know if he's ever really done that. Or if he will. I've only known Glen for... Going on 11 months now, but he is one of my closer friends. It is hard to keep friends in the military. Often times, you are just too busy for one another. Glen and I had a period of time where we didn't know the other existed for probably about 2 months. It's easy to fall into gaps of communication. I find that true with my parents as well. I haven't spoken to my mom since the last time I went home, around the 25th of October. I try to call her while she is at work, or write her an email, or something likened unto that, and it is not easy to keep an open line of communication with her. She's very busy. A little too busy for my liking sometimes. But I tend to get off of the subject from time to time. I'm over at Glen's right now and we're drinking, as is our usual ritual. We find comfort and solice in our lonliness with an extra friend. That friend's name is often Jack, or George, or Jim. Misery loves company. I'm somewhat surprised by my frank honesty here.
Anyway, I just read what Glen sent to Melissa. I had him talk to the girls about us coming up because I didn't fell like doing it. I don't know why, but I was apprehensive... Guess I just didn't want to seem to eager or something. Glen put me in an awkward position with Kelli (((spelled correctly, not as Glen spelled it. He has a problem spelling the names of the girls that I involve myself with... I wonder if he'll write in his journal that he thinks Kelli is unatractive???))). He told her things about me that, in a certain light, are true. But truth is a very relative thing and open to interpretation. "We both have truths, are mine the same as yours?"- Pontius Pilate- Jesus Christ SuperStar. I'm not used to being on a non-level playing ground with a person in whom I find interest. Which isn't a good thing, because it puts me in a position of vulnerability. And I think I am in somewhat a position likened unto that as it is with the Kelli situation. Kelli is a woman, who I would say, is in many ways, my superior. I find that intriguing. That's the first time that I have ever found a person that I was interested in that I could say that about. She has a very level head, has a vastly greater mind for business than I, and she is very observant. I find that most intriguing because I myself tend to be observant of people. It's what I like to do. I watch people to understand them. And without knowing very much of me, Kelli was able to tell me things about myself that she had derived from observation. And I'm not talking about generalizations. I can see those coming a mile away. These were more than personality things, they were essence things. I was not only impressed, but smitten by this. So what am I doing? I have no clue. I talked to her the other night on the phone and we had one of those conversations that people have when they really don't know each other, but they want to talk to one another. I attempt to keep myself from thinking anything more than face value. That's sometimes hard for me to do. I'm the kind of guy that is either not in at all, or in all the way. I see no point for grey area. Hence consternation. ALOT of consternation. I know what I want. Not a lot of people know what they want in this world. I think that most people live their lives in an unconscious or semi-conscious state. Primarily because they do not know what they want, or they know what they want, but they settle. I'm not good with settling for second. The only second in my life is the 82d. That's cheesy, but true. My unit is a pain in the ass sometimes, but I don't think that I would like it any other way. But like I said, I have a habit of getting off of the subject. I just let my mind go where ever it wants to. Jimi is now playing in the background, so I wonder if that will influence what I am writing.
So since I've told you I know what I want, I suppose I should tell you
what it is that I want. I want alot of things. I want a partner.
Someone who I can deem my equal. To share life with. I think
that relationships should be an equal pairing. So I want to find
someone on my intellectual level, with interests, and someone who is extremely
active. Someone who is secure in who they are. Someone who
can be challenged and not be threatened. Someone who can challenge
me. I want to be able to raise a family. I want to be a good
father. I want to be what I didn't have. Those are probably
the two most important things. After that is occupation. I
either want to act, as I once did, before making the mistake of joinning
the Army, or I want to teach. I love both of those things very much.
Music... I love music. But not in the way that Glen loves music.
I love music because I think it is the purest medium for expression.
If you look at a painting you may think that it is ugly and think that
the emotion behind it is one of sorrow. Meanwhile the person next
to you doesn't like it, but finds the tone to be lethargic. Same
work; two different perceptions. But with music, it's nearly a given
that most people will walk away with the same emotional response, whether
or not they truly understand the medium. But I digress. Pizza
is now here, so I will close with this... "If you know what you want,
then you go, and you find it, and you take it..."- Into the Woods.
dck