I have no cause for writing this other than a sudden feeling that I should ( Read more... )

(Writing in Times New Roman I thought would make me feel more professional, but that idea is pretty stupid when you think about it. Why not write in Courier New if I'm going to take that route ( Read more... )

This weird guy just moved in to the room that Brett used to live in. Naturally, I'm very cynical as I can no longer walk to the refrigerator with my johnson swaying in the breeze. I technically could still do so, but it would certainly leave a negative first impression. I'm trying to keep this on a positive note; considering that this one is a ( Read more... )

Each morning there's usually a flock of crows along every perch in the company, shitting all over the area that we have formations. A few times the commanders have jokingly requested that someone come by with a .22 and enact a genocide, but I'm sure they wouldn't want anyone, or me, to actually go through with it ( Read more... )

I'm feeling melancholy tonight I think it has something to with this time of year. Looking back through the archives of my own journals, I ask myself, when have I ever been completely happy in December?

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This morning in the mail were two t-shirts that James had sent me from Tshirt Helll. One read, "Also available in Sober!" while the other read, "See you all at my intervention." Despite the coincidence, I'm sure I'll be wearing both of these while drinking hard ( Read more... )

Casey reminded me yesterday that National Novel Writing Month is around the corner. I didn't participate last year for reasons that I can't remember, but this year I'm planning on taking a shot at it. I'm not the avid writer that I used to be, but I owe it to myself to get this done. Even though this feels like I'll have to break through a concrete ( Read more... )

The platoon had to conduct a PT test this morning by orders of the commander. No one was ready for it and almost everyone was bitching however, I was in a good apathetic state. I knew that in 48 hours I would be on a flight home so I didn't give two shits whether or not I had a bad record ( Read more... )

Brett's in his room at the moment, playing the hell out of the harmonica that he picked up last weekend. Still feeling sick, I'm coughing my lungs out in chorus ( Read more... )

Last night I went out to this bar in Tacoma that I used to only go to when I was trying to get laid. I think it was mostly boredom in this situation, but still I found myself walking in with no sense of purpose other than to have a couple drinks and meet some random people who I wouldn’t talk to again. The people were friendly as expected, buying a ( Read more... )