Hello folks. long time no update. You may have noticed this is a particularly long update, and it might be quite daunting to read. Perhaps my english is of right there, i don't know. The point is, i have very little to do and alot of time. Not to mention i can't sleep. So, most ofmy inchoherent introspective ramblings will appear hear on this page. In this post. er, whatever.
So, to start things off, a relatively neutral subject. Going to germany. I'm slated t go there the 22nd-29th of september. How, exactly, is this? Perhaps i have explained it before? Perhaps. But i don't care.
My good friend Brandon is a member of the military, an engineering division. This basically means he puts up walls, toilets, and various other mechanised junk, all day long. Then he sits on the internet and talks to me. This works out well for both of us, despite the massive time difference. He logs on around 2pm or so, maybe later, and talks with me. By then, its about 3am here and i ust sort of sit my bored, over energetic ass down and camoodle. No, i don't know what camoodle means. Anyways, he is in Iraq right now. But very soon, he will be going to germany.
He didn't want to go alone.
So he's taking me with him.
He paid for my tickets, and i leave from Philidelphia airport... sometime within 24 hours of sept. 21, midnight. He got me open ended tickets, which have depature times that are a bit more than amorphic. So i might leave ten minutes after i get there... i might leave an entire day after. Who knows.
(Note, the time difference i mentoned between Iraq and PA is entirely made up and probably completely inaccurate. whatever.)
So i'll be there. whoopie.
Mostly i'll miss Sara, who i love and adore beyond human comprehension. Its tough being in love, and being responsible to someone, because i am not responsile at all. Also, i tend t get jealous for retarded reasons, or become wildly lonely and harrass her with phone calls.
I suck at this love thing. But i try.
In my defense, i pay for her gas and fod when i can and i spend most of my time with her oogling over her gorgeousness, but i'm still a very messed up individual. She puts up with it. She loves me. Wow. I'm very lucky, i certainly hope i don't drive her up the wall too often.
So aside from leaving the country and stuggling t be a good lover, my life revolves around the same old crap it used to. I write music more than i sketch or design, which is a bit of a shift, but i am still creating regardless. I love to create things... without my ability to make stuff, i have nothing. I don't know why it consumes me so much, my ability to create. Its not unique, everyone has it. Its the most basic of human traits. We create. Even on the most fundamental level, e multiply numbers through reproduction. But for some reason i am driven to create constantly... whatever. I suppose its no big harm.
I am mildly depressed. I feel mediocre alot of days (boo hoo Joe, boo hoo) and without much directon. I have to get my car up and running, which is taking time due to fund and whatnot. I also need to figure out how to get my ass into bradley academy, so can, you know, do stuff.
It would be nice to think i could make something of my life without the entire world breathing down my neck, jumping through the proverbial hoop and whatnot. But... this seems impossible.
Its sad. I'm sitting at my computer, futily upset for no apparent reason. This happens alot... my emotions are more than a little exaggerated. I'm a woman constantly PMSing, or rediculously pregnant. I continue to d things that make me appear as retarded as a clam in a skillet, and then wallow about in misery for a time afterwards.
And you know, post it in here so i can get the appropriate sympathy.
Sigh.
I would now like to apologize for any typos you have encountered. I don't read these things back over.
I am frusterated. No, not because lots of people saw all of this writing and chose to skip to the end, i'm frusterated because i'm supposed to be intelligent. Let me tell you, lately i am beginning to think that any form of intelligence is a curse.
I'd rather be a cat.
Cats rock.
I feel hungry but i don't eat much. I weigh in at a whopping 130 pounds, 135 on a good week. My metabolism require that i eat nearly 3000 calories per day at the least.
I might consume 500 in a day on a regular basis. If not a low number, than an extremely high number in excess of 6000. It doesn't do me much good.
I'm just constantly convinced i'm not hungry. I know alot of girls who wish they could do the same thing.
I ordered two airsoft guns the other day. It was bad timing, seeing in as how labor day weekend was just about to arrive. No mail on monday.
I was miffed.
I'd like to buy some more guns, but it requires money i must allocate to Sara and the car. I think i posted an image of the car earlier.
With gas prices so god damned high, i may start looking for a sportbike. Or a scooter. or something.
Ultimately, an automatic Vespa Crusier wouldn't be the end of the world.
heh heh.
Well, my mind is drawing blanks. So here is where i will end this update.
I miss being 10.
Life sucks.
My new boots.
Daryl and the kids
Me, talking to Sara, drinking a beer. a big beer. (thats four and a half german beers. one german beer is about 1.3 american beers.)
My new MP5 SD5 airsoft rifle, equiped with Daryl's $890 M4 scope. heh.
The dashboard of our BMW 525d
Daryl with my rifle, aiming out the window. We hoped the MPs wouldn't come to the door and shoot us...
An MV Augusta superbike. Whoa.
The sidewalk, typical in Mannhiem Germany.
