My wireless internet's being siphoned by the neighbors. Handing us a 20 each month makes it copacetic, I suppose. Although that money goes into my sister's pocket. Oh well, maybe I'll line the wall between us with aluminum foil to block the signal just to be a jerk ( Read more... )

I've smashed about four mice (mouses?) in my lifetime. I'll never learn my fucking lesson. IntelliMouse Explorer 3.0's are a rare breed and if I lose this one, I may not find another ever again ( Read more... )

The weekend's almost over. I felt like everything I did was sufficient to call it a good birthday overall. Can't shake another feeling that I missed something. I found the source earlier tonight: I forgot to call my friend that had a close birthday to mine who had invited me last year to a club. My name had been on the cake along with two other ( Read more... )

I found two nearby ice rinks which only broke my heart more because I don't own any ice hockey equipment. Once upon a time, I wanted to be a professional hockey player. Living in Iowa with our very own (amateur) hockey team and hockey arena, I found solace in the days we got to see them play. During scrimmages, we'd wait in the stands for an out ( Read more... )

There's this horrible downside to poker. It's called an inflated ego. I've been running the homegames for all they're worth and the second I sit down at an online poker room, I fall to pieces. We can amount this up to three different personal problems: online poker is rigged, I need to see more than just action because body language is important ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is Wednesday. We call the time left "three and a wake-up." I'm steadily losing my patience with the entire unit. Pretending to enjoy the presence of 20-odd soldiers is wearing down on my brain. Can't trust jokes at the expense of NCOs with certain soldiers anymore. I've started to resort to racial jokes. The ubiquitous homosexual ( Read more... )

We're over the hump officially. Five more days left of annual training. I have yet to put together a promotion packet for E-5 to get my stripes. I have no motivation to do so. I look like a pushover so I will be pushed over continually regardless of my rank. I am constantly trading blows with the platoon sergeant over petty matters such as ( Read more... )

I guess I'm feeling kind of isolated since the first divorce. I never knew how to react or what was appropriate because I am still very much a child socially and mentally. I lack the discipline and motivation to do things my friends have all assessed, gathered, and utilized. It's like everybody's some kind of superhero compared to me. To not ( Read more... )

Getting to sleep is excruciatingly difficult. It's not a new thing because I'll usually lay awake in bed for hours until I finally get there. U-District living isn't helping when I get the fire department a hop and a skip away rushing to whatever emergency occurs at some ungodly hour. Also, house parties, people drunkenly screaming to one ( Read more... )

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