I hate Mondays. Here it is 0846 and I should be writing the paper for my African Music class that was due last week, but for some reason I just can't bring myself to do it. Too many distractions...facebook, blogging, coffee, the zzzzzzMonster. Whatever the case may be, procrastination is winning this battle of necessity to get the fuck done with school. I will be graduating this semester, as long as I pass all my classes, which I will as long as I get a D- in everything. Should be no sweat, right? I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed. This is the last week of classes and what a semester it's been. Fuck it.
I woke up this morning to a yapping dog at 0715 which, if you hate Mondays, is a really lousy way to start the day. I intended to go to the gym this morning, but, again, it's Monday and I remembered that I had to get this stupid fucking paper done, so I must forego the gym until later tonight. I figure 2 hours of exercise should make my Tuesday ripe with muscle aches. But, it will also make me feel better.
I tried to get breakfast this morning, but I had to choose between a parking spot in the Commuter lot or breakfast and walking 2 miles to class. Sheer laziness won out so coffee will have to do for now.
Blah, blah, blah...
Monday, December 8, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Habit Breaking, Habit Forming...
I've just recently finished a book a newly acquired friend of mine wrote. It's called Iraq: 384 Days for Freedom Vol. 1 by A.J. Please check this book out. As some of you know, I spent almost 2 rotations around the sun in the desert, and this is some insight to what life was like there. It's written in journal form and the guy who wrote it is a hell of a good person. For those of you who don't like to read, it's pretty short.
This weekend I've been a little spoiled. I'm in central Mass. at a military obligation and staying in a king-size room at a hotel. I've got to say that I love the time away. It is relaxing, peaceful, and is doing me good to have some alone time. There's no fucking dog in my face all day, nor have I heard 1 screaming child since my arrival here last night. God, life is good!
As much as I hate to admit it, I think I've missed this whole military thing. I went to the shoppette on base today and bought a stick of Carmex for $.99, and a pack of Marlboros for less than $5! What a country! Being back in the military has begun to motivate me again. I start back at the gym Monday (which includes eating better, vitamins, supplements, and lotsa water consumption, less beer consumption). Okay, so it won't actually affect my beer drinking. The military provides the drive I need to break some habits and create some better ones. Get back in shape. Lose the losers I've surrounded myself with (you know who you are and who you are not!). Get the hell out of the rut I've put myself in.
This weekend I even found a little niceness to spare. I'm beginning to feel like my old self again.
This weekend I've been a little spoiled. I'm in central Mass. at a military obligation and staying in a king-size room at a hotel. I've got to say that I love the time away. It is relaxing, peaceful, and is doing me good to have some alone time. There's no fucking dog in my face all day, nor have I heard 1 screaming child since my arrival here last night. God, life is good!
As much as I hate to admit it, I think I've missed this whole military thing. I went to the shoppette on base today and bought a stick of Carmex for $.99, and a pack of Marlboros for less than $5! What a country! Being back in the military has begun to motivate me again. I start back at the gym Monday (which includes eating better, vitamins, supplements, and lotsa water consumption, less beer consumption). Okay, so it won't actually affect my beer drinking. The military provides the drive I need to break some habits and create some better ones. Get back in shape. Lose the losers I've surrounded myself with (you know who you are and who you are not!). Get the hell out of the rut I've put myself in.
This weekend I even found a little niceness to spare. I'm beginning to feel like my old self again.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Rainy Day People
My favorite song of the week is Rainy Day People by Gordon Lightfoot. Life would be grand if everyone could be a Rainy Day Lover...
I know how much you've all missed me in the month I vacated my blog writing so here is a concentrated effort to let you all know what kind of bullshit has been mixing around in my bowl. It may look like chocolate frosting, but it's still all shit.
On a good note, I have whittled my work week down a bit as I no longer employ myself at the Capeway. I think that I'm going through a phase of not wanting to nor feeling the need to be nice. Fuck it, why does one ALWAYS have to take the high road? If I venture off the path of righteousness for a moment, does that make me a terrible person? Whatever the answer is, I don't actually give a fuck. I'm tired of making excuses for grown-ass people and their choice to be dicks.
I was down in my Well of Niceness the other day with a pickaxe and shovel, trying like hell to get just a drop of nice out of it, and I thought, "What the fuck am I doing?" so I took a little trip down to Lowes and bought some concrete mix and filled my Well of Niceness to the brim with it. Try and break through THAT muthafuckas!
I made a trip out to Ohio just before Thanksgiving to meet a few of The Scumbag's friends. Even though it was Ohio, I had a pretty good time. That was the end of my fun for November. The last few days have been challenging and rewarding at the same time.
I've never been much of a game player, nor I have I ever really been much of a team player. My adoption report from the orphanage reported me as a well adjusted 2-year-old who doesn't play well with others. Not really my fault,the other little punk orphans probably deserved whatever kick in the shins or bite on the arm I gave them. Fucking heathens.
I am finding in my older age, however, that at some point you are forced to play "The Game". I remember now why I most always choose not to be in a relationship. I am a simple girl and don't really ask much of anyone. Don't lie. Don't cheat. That's pretty much it. I've never lived in that fantasy world where one receives flowers, jewels, random cards, or shared responsibilities, and I don't now. I'm not psychotic, nor have I ever been, and I don't think there is a man alive that could push me to the brink of psychosis. Sure, I get angry, but even then you've got to push all million of my buttons. Where is all this coming from or going you ask? The Scumbag (formerly known as The D Team) has evidently come to the conclusion that I'm dumber than I look most of the time and that I will accept (bad) lies to my face. Not too bright on his part. Not for nothing, his words and actions over the past couple of weeks have negated any rules of a relationship that are supposed to be followed. I'm not, and will never be a she-man-man-hater, and as a chick I'll continue to give the boys much more credit than they deserve for being as simple as they claim, but c'mon guys...honesty is the only policy. If you just want to fuck, say you just want to fuck. 9 out of 10 of us females will be more than happy to do so. We don't want your bullshit any more than you want ours. Lets just take the gloves off and get right down to it. We don't NEED you. We have fingers, toys, and artificial insemination, but there's no substitute for the real thing, so quit feeding us bullshit lines, shut your mouths and whip it out. Just make sure you know how to use it first.
I know how much you've all missed me in the month I vacated my blog writing so here is a concentrated effort to let you all know what kind of bullshit has been mixing around in my bowl. It may look like chocolate frosting, but it's still all shit.
On a good note, I have whittled my work week down a bit as I no longer employ myself at the Capeway. I think that I'm going through a phase of not wanting to nor feeling the need to be nice. Fuck it, why does one ALWAYS have to take the high road? If I venture off the path of righteousness for a moment, does that make me a terrible person? Whatever the answer is, I don't actually give a fuck. I'm tired of making excuses for grown-ass people and their choice to be dicks.
I was down in my Well of Niceness the other day with a pickaxe and shovel, trying like hell to get just a drop of nice out of it, and I thought, "What the fuck am I doing?" so I took a little trip down to Lowes and bought some concrete mix and filled my Well of Niceness to the brim with it. Try and break through THAT muthafuckas!
I made a trip out to Ohio just before Thanksgiving to meet a few of The Scumbag's friends. Even though it was Ohio, I had a pretty good time. That was the end of my fun for November. The last few days have been challenging and rewarding at the same time.
I've never been much of a game player, nor I have I ever really been much of a team player. My adoption report from the orphanage reported me as a well adjusted 2-year-old who doesn't play well with others. Not really my fault,the other little punk orphans probably deserved whatever kick in the shins or bite on the arm I gave them. Fucking heathens.
I am finding in my older age, however, that at some point you are forced to play "The Game". I remember now why I most always choose not to be in a relationship. I am a simple girl and don't really ask much of anyone. Don't lie. Don't cheat. That's pretty much it. I've never lived in that fantasy world where one receives flowers, jewels, random cards, or shared responsibilities, and I don't now. I'm not psychotic, nor have I ever been, and I don't think there is a man alive that could push me to the brink of psychosis. Sure, I get angry, but even then you've got to push all million of my buttons. Where is all this coming from or going you ask? The Scumbag (formerly known as The D Team) has evidently come to the conclusion that I'm dumber than I look most of the time and that I will accept (bad) lies to my face. Not too bright on his part. Not for nothing, his words and actions over the past couple of weeks have negated any rules of a relationship that are supposed to be followed. I'm not, and will never be a she-man-man-hater, and as a chick I'll continue to give the boys much more credit than they deserve for being as simple as they claim, but c'mon guys...honesty is the only policy. If you just want to fuck, say you just want to fuck. 9 out of 10 of us females will be more than happy to do so. We don't want your bullshit any more than you want ours. Lets just take the gloves off and get right down to it. We don't NEED you. We have fingers, toys, and artificial insemination, but there's no substitute for the real thing, so quit feeding us bullshit lines, shut your mouths and whip it out. Just make sure you know how to use it first.
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