Good thing I'm not a quitter...
Oh wait... yes I am. Fuck. Well, for once, I won't be a quitter. This relationship took an extreme angle on me that I wasn't expecting, but hey, isn't that what happens in these sort of things? I'm not one used to angst and drama and shit. That's for other people. I'm a level-headed person. If it gets hard and I absolutely can not find a way around it, I give up on it. Well, I refuse to do that with a woman whom I love greatly, so nyah =P (this is directed toward my negative side... and stupid people).
So yeah, Nicole leaves Monday night. She told me she would be on tonight (or this morning for me), but, alas, she is not. Why am I not surprised? Oh well... I'll just take my disappointment and turn it in to this rant. That's what I was thinking moments ago. Yeah, before you go any further, this is going to start to turn into babbling REAL quick like. I think. My brain just took a crap. Yeah...
Anyways, I've only got to talk to her, truly talk to her, twice. Twice! That's fucking ridiculous! I understand that she has other people to talk to. I understand that ENTIRELY, but it's when I do get to talk to her and she's totally zoned into some other conversation or thing. Like last night (this morning for you people) I called her at 11:30pm my time and told her I was going to be going to bed in half an hour. She reads posts on her MySpace page.
...
WHAT THE FUCK?! Yeah, I actually counted down the seconds, interrupted her while she was reading something to me, and told her I was going to bed. Gave the usual "Love ya, bye" shit and went to bed moping.
BAH! Just thinking about it pisses me off to no end. See, this is where normal Chris would have said "FUCK THIS SHIT! I don't need this heartache. Fuck this, I'm breaking up with her." Haha! But that's immature stupid Chris who wets the bed and cries for momm- Er... Wait, what? >.>
Yeah... *cough*
Um... moving along. So, my Mom e-mails me telling my little brother, Jason, has been doing horrible in school. She says he doesn't do his homework and does poorly on quizzes, but when tests come around, he aces them. Now, to my family and I, he has just turned in to me. I hated doing homework, and things I hated I didn't do. I didn't do drugs because they are bad and I hated them. I didn't do homework because it is the spawn of Satan and I hated it. Anyways, I sent my mom a reply telling her those no use in trying to force him to do his homework. The way the academic system works today it's all "Read this and write a summary/essay about it." How is a parent supposed to know that their child has to do this when they sift through their backpack? I have no idea. The only way I can possibly see them doing this is by calling the teacher(s) each and every school day and asking what they have to do for homework. I don't see that as lasting.
I didn't get an update about my other brother, Nick. I forgot if I told you guys that he got busted shoplifting. Heh. Dumbass. He was all scared when the babysitter told my Mom. He thought she was going to beat the shit out of him. Not my Mom. She sees through these things. She has a sixth sense when it comes to crap like that, yet we still disobey the living crap out of her. Huh... I wonder why that is... Anyways, yeah, he's grounded for a long time.
Oh, I've been watching this show called Lost. FUCKING AWESOME! If you want to talk about crack, this show is crack + crack + heroine. I can't wait until I get Season 2! I've also been watching Full Metal Alchemist. I've only got four more episodes to go and they've still got so much more to explain. Flo told me at the end of the series that he was still wondering "WTF?!" Oh well...
Uh... what else? Oh! I haven't masturbated in a while. I think it's starting to affect my attitude again. Oh well...
I had a weird dream last night. I think it was because I'd been watching so much Lost. My Unit was stuck out at sea and I had like... my jump wings and every time my office in Iraq got a phone call, I'd get it through my jump wings, like it had a micro receiver in it or something. Anyways, it took several phone calls at which I was answering as if I was back at work until I realized "HEY! HOLY SHIT! I CAN CALL FOR HELP ON THIS THING!" And then I went to the BC (Battalion Commander) and was all "HOLY SHIT, sir!" And then we got saved and I was all "THAT'S RIGHT! I'M THE SHIT BECAUSE I'M COMMO! YEAH! BRING ON THE WHORES!" And then Dan woke me up because my alarm didn't go off and I missed shift change. Whoops... Well, at least my dream had a happy ending, right? That's exactly what I thought when I got out of bed. "At least I got to finish the dream." XD
Ah... the things that go on in my mi- BOOBIES! Er... huh?
So yeah, Nicole leaves Monday night. She told me she would be on tonight (or this morning for me), but, alas, she is not. Why am I not surprised? Oh well... I'll just take my disappointment and turn it in to this rant. That's what I was thinking moments ago. Yeah, before you go any further, this is going to start to turn into babbling REAL quick like. I think. My brain just took a crap. Yeah...
Anyways, I've only got to talk to her, truly talk to her, twice. Twice! That's fucking ridiculous! I understand that she has other people to talk to. I understand that ENTIRELY, but it's when I do get to talk to her and she's totally zoned into some other conversation or thing. Like last night (this morning for you people) I called her at 11:30pm my time and told her I was going to be going to bed in half an hour. She reads posts on her MySpace page.
...
WHAT THE FUCK?! Yeah, I actually counted down the seconds, interrupted her while she was reading something to me, and told her I was going to bed. Gave the usual "Love ya, bye" shit and went to bed moping.
BAH! Just thinking about it pisses me off to no end. See, this is where normal Chris would have said "FUCK THIS SHIT! I don't need this heartache. Fuck this, I'm breaking up with her." Haha! But that's immature stupid Chris who wets the bed and cries for momm- Er... Wait, what? >.>
Yeah... *cough*
Um... moving along. So, my Mom e-mails me telling my little brother, Jason, has been doing horrible in school. She says he doesn't do his homework and does poorly on quizzes, but when tests come around, he aces them. Now, to my family and I, he has just turned in to me. I hated doing homework, and things I hated I didn't do. I didn't do drugs because they are bad and I hated them. I didn't do homework because it is the spawn of Satan and I hated it. Anyways, I sent my mom a reply telling her those no use in trying to force him to do his homework. The way the academic system works today it's all "Read this and write a summary/essay about it." How is a parent supposed to know that their child has to do this when they sift through their backpack? I have no idea. The only way I can possibly see them doing this is by calling the teacher(s) each and every school day and asking what they have to do for homework. I don't see that as lasting.
I didn't get an update about my other brother, Nick. I forgot if I told you guys that he got busted shoplifting. Heh. Dumbass. He was all scared when the babysitter told my Mom. He thought she was going to beat the shit out of him. Not my Mom. She sees through these things. She has a sixth sense when it comes to crap like that, yet we still disobey the living crap out of her. Huh... I wonder why that is... Anyways, yeah, he's grounded for a long time.
Oh, I've been watching this show called Lost. FUCKING AWESOME! If you want to talk about crack, this show is crack + crack + heroine. I can't wait until I get Season 2! I've also been watching Full Metal Alchemist. I've only got four more episodes to go and they've still got so much more to explain. Flo told me at the end of the series that he was still wondering "WTF?!" Oh well...
Uh... what else? Oh! I haven't masturbated in a while. I think it's starting to affect my attitude again. Oh well...
I had a weird dream last night. I think it was because I'd been watching so much Lost. My Unit was stuck out at sea and I had like... my jump wings and every time my office in Iraq got a phone call, I'd get it through my jump wings, like it had a micro receiver in it or something. Anyways, it took several phone calls at which I was answering as if I was back at work until I realized "HEY! HOLY SHIT! I CAN CALL FOR HELP ON THIS THING!" And then I went to the BC (Battalion Commander) and was all "HOLY SHIT, sir!" And then we got saved and I was all "THAT'S RIGHT! I'M THE SHIT BECAUSE I'M COMMO! YEAH! BRING ON THE WHORES!" And then Dan woke me up because my alarm didn't go off and I missed shift change. Whoops... Well, at least my dream had a happy ending, right? That's exactly what I thought when I got out of bed. "At least I got to finish the dream." XD
Ah... the things that go on in my mi- BOOBIES! Er... huh?