Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Busy Bee

So let us beging with the obvious. I have been running on little to no sleep the past few days because I am stressing about too many little things. Despite the many phamplets, Dr Phil episodes, and eastern philosophy books that tell me to relax and take things in stride... I cannot. I now realize that I am a habitual worrier and have the stress levels of day trader on crystal meth.

I have my Non-Commissioned Offier promotion board coming up in a few days. It was supposed to be today, but it got posponed to "Sometime between tomorrow and the 10th." What the hell kind of answer is that? I know I am ready for the board but for Jeebus sakes! Give me a clue man. Let me plan.

Also, I have to remember a ridiculous ammount of information of for the promotion board. Example: the weight of the M-16 with full clip, every type of grenade employed by the army, and how to properly dispose of human waste in the field. Oh, and get this...there are 3 different Norths on an Army map! Three!!! I mean some one asks where is north. I point and say There! But no...thats to easy. In the Army we have to have three norths. Jeebus!

I am also working on my communications systems now. Lots of issues and problems keep coming up, and I am having to look through books and manuals I didnt even know existed.

To top it all off, I am having some weirdness with my ex-girlfriend. Despite our friendship there are still some lingering emotions, which I suspect is perfectly normal. So that weighs on my mind more than I would care to admit. Even though I have taken the nessecary steps to rid myself of such feelings, the alcohol, scandalous women, and xbox games seem to be having no effect.

On a lighter note, I did manage to make my buddy Neito hit himself repeatedly after he dead legged me. There is no sweeter revenge than pinning someone down, grabbing their wrists, and watch them squirm for freedom as you reapeatedly hit them in the face with their own hands while saying...

"Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself."

Ahhhh, sweet sweet revenge. Some things you just cant out grow.


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