It’s a Blast
I'm bored. Rather bored. Very bored. And not in a great mood. What better place to go than my own website? (at 15 cents a minute)
Things aren't as exciting at AIT (here at lovely Ft. Gordon, GA) as they were in basic. Until my classes start, which should be Wednesday, I've been stuck on stupid detail after stupid detail. Mowing, pulling weeds, etc. Nothing as exciting as being shot at or the obstacle course but not nearly as much of a strain on my body.
I want my gameboy. Badly. And my CDs too. I spent $30 on two mediocre new CDs (Pennywise "From the Ashes" and Kittie "Until the End") because I was tired of listening to the CDs I have with me. I've got that itch. Where I want something I can't have so I try to substitute it with something else. I want to be listening to Weezer "Pinkerton" and Nine Inch Nails "Still" (for the "Something I Can Never Have" re-recording) but no. And I want to play Doom 2 on my gameboy. And Metroid. And Castlevania. And Ninja Five-O. These are all things I can have here and they're not here. They're a thousand miles away or in a box on their way here but they're not in my hands.
I'm frustrated. Rather frustrated.
Okay fuck it. I'm frustrated because I finally got a chance to call Katie and she was busy. I'm selfish, I know. I can't get over it. It burns in the back of my mind. I don't have a fucking clue what it is either. This isn't a big deal. But it nags me. It follows me. It consumes me. I can't even enjoy a stupid cartoon without it totally overwhelming what little attention span I have.
And my typical outlet for this kind of shit? Video games. Where's my fucking gameboy? I blew $3 playing Virtual On for like five minutes. Five minutes is not enough time to squash this. I need like an hour or two. And at $3 for five minutes, $36 is a little much to spend for a full hour of robot smashing action.
Anyway. I'm done. I'm going to sit in front of a TV and mope. Or blow more cash sitting here on the internet. Oh well. Fuck it.
I want to vomit.
From dvdfile.com:
"...but even more exciting (or depressing) information that came out of the convention were the copies of the Star Wars Trilogy DVD Collection (due September 21st, as if you weren't aware) that were making their way around the convention to those in the know, with connections, or sticky fingers. So for those fearing (or hoping) that Lucas would again make extensive changes to the classic first three movies in the saga, you will get your wish. Everything from less readily apparent changes - sound effects to the color of a lightsaber - to more substantive additions, including Ian McDiarmid (the evil Emperor) replacing Clive Revill in The Empire Strikes Back, to Anakin Hayden Christensen's face (badly) added to the body of Sebastian Shaw at the end of Return of the Jedi, or a chorus of cheering Gungians (or whatever those Jar Jar things are called) also tacked on to the finale of Jedi, will be found in the new DVDs. Sigh...but find out for yourself when the set reaches a galaxy near you this fall."
A curse upon your house, George Lucas.
Heh heh heh.
Yep, I think that about sums it up.
Everyone needs a little comedy in their lives.
YOU'RE ALL DOING JELLO SHOTS OR I'LL KILL YOU!
I Live… Again
Or not. But I am on a laptop in a little phone center across from my barracks, on shitty dial-up, paying 18 cents a minute for internet access.
I'm alive and well. I'm on the fifth day of my seventh week. I've only got nine actual training days left and the rest is cleanup. I just wanted to drop in here and let everyone know that I miss them and I'll be much more easy to get ahold of soon enough.
I have to go now and try to visit a few more websites and call my beautiful and loving wife.