Everyday Life...

I'm the busiest...
most bored person ever..

and if you understand that, awesome.

I don't do anything..no really, I don't do anything...I go to work in the morn and that's about it..yet somehow, I don't have time for anything...I don't get it. Even when I am at home, watching episodes of shows I've already seen a million and one times, I still somehow do not have the time to even blog..

I mean, I have a list of things I should be doing...but, I can never slot the time for those things...what I hate is, it's not like I can leave work and go run the errands I need to do out in town..no, I have to come home and change over first, then go back out..but really once I'm home, I want to take a break from things and kinda unwind.

And as for blogging...I spend all day at work staring at a computer screen, so the last thing I want to do is...well, just that when I get home.. - - though a TV is very similar, it's just further away - -

I've had my friends comment, even recently, that there's always something going on in my life..I've always got some story to tell..some crazy thing..my life is a sitcom...whatever. And I think, sure things happen...but I am the one who is aware of all the down time..or all the random filler that takes two seconds to tell, yet painstaking hours doing...example being i could tell you I haven't heard from my girlfriend in 24 hours, give little details about it all, and take five minutes telling you....mind you, I'm the one who had to sit there for 24 hours waiting on a call..or however long..it's just an example..but still..

The time spent making the story never comes close to how long it takes to tell..maybe that's why we (i) recant them so much..maybe we try to get as much out of them as we put into them. People tend to think that "I'm not over (insert something here)" because I'll tell stories about that whatever...but to those who actually know me, know that I tell stories about everyone and everything..a lot. I tell the stories because I have nothing to hide, and because it's usually something worth telling..

That's what I do, I tell stories..people like listening to my stories and I like telling them..I don't know if i like telling them because people like them...or if people like them because I have so much fun telling them..I've been told it's the stories themselves that are so entertaining..others say it's my own touch I add..in any event, they are an extension of me...maybe to make someone laugh, feel good, or just look at life differently..it's my mark I am leaving behind on the world..

and if that's the case..i need to write more.








"If only I had more time... Wait, a minute, I got all the time I want! I got a time machine! ... All right. Let's see, ten minutes ought to do it."

WHAT?! To Do...

take time
to make time

what the heck does that even mean?!

is that even bloody possible? I'm trying to think of some random situation where it is possible and I'm drawing a blank...take blank to make blank..still not working...anyways...you know what would be nice, if I could just hang onto my laptop all day (well, ok, maybe not while I am on post, I understand that's like real work) but during QRF, I mean that's five hours of down time...

you know what I could do in those five hours...I could play a video game..or even better..I could write..maybe write one of my stories, a script, a short story, an allegory, something..

I could write my LC story..but I just don't know how to start it...give me a beginning people..help me with that..if I have the beginning I can make the rest happen...they say the waiting is the hardest part, well...so is writing the damn introduction to something

ok, I'll get crackin...Kracken...Trackin?









"Knock knock..."

Stir Crazy

Not the noodle place..
the place of mind...

that only things place can cause....

ok..ok....ok. It's not even been a week and I'm already going stir crazy. My day consists of doing a lot of nothing, consuming a lot of time, which only moves slowly...getting less sleep than normal (for me) and not having an outlet of any of this balled up energy..

Even the internet has lost its luster..it's that bad.

Here is the run day of my day...long five hour shifts. Let's say this...lights are at 5am..we do a morning clean up, head to chow...it's 0630 and it's now time for my first shift: Fire watch. A five hour shift where I roam around the squad bay..trying to keep busy by constantly making racks, sweeping, picking up trash, texting, not watching TV, whatever...

Now it's 1130 and I switch over to Standby...this is when I can take a nap, get on my lappy, do mindless things, as long as I stay up front just in case QRF (explained in a second) needs us..five hours pass..sloooooooooowly.

it's 1600 time for chow for thirty minutes because at 1630 I'm on QRF - Quick Response Force...this is where it gets the worst...I have to sit in these desk chairs for five hours, not getting up, or falling asleep, or using electronics, or doing anything that would virtually keep me from wanting to suck start my M16A4 Service Rifle..there's a TV in front of us that is constantly playing movies or shows..but the variety sucks and I can never find it in me to watch...the Boondocks, as hard as I try it's just not quality stuff being shown..

After those five hours the cycle starts all over again...maybe this time on post I'll be on firewatch, or rover, or front post, or routes...something for five hours...followed by standby for 5, followed by QRF for five...these are my days

I have a rack..somewhere in the back of the house, but I never get to sleep in it..I have spent more time in my wall locker getting stuff in and out than I have spent in my own bed...my own bed is available to sleep in during my liberty...which we get every two to three days of working...it's a very daunting process...

And with all the fuck-ups we've been having lately our liberty keeps getting secured, aka taken away...why just this morning I got in trouble for "not being on my post" last night. it was the 2130 to 0230 shift I had firewatch...I was up, i was awake, i was patrolling the squad bay..heck I have witnesses that can testify that I was doing my job...but because the stupid fucking scribe "couldn't find" and can "never find me" I get blasted for not being on my post..

I tried to explain my case and present the evidence but it was too late, my NCOs already got the message...I love it..I get in trouble for roaming like i am supposed to do..not sitting on my ass watching the TV like every other firewatch..at no point did anyone call out my name looking for me, heck i even passed by the other fire watch members...and how the fuck can you not see me, I'm in an orange road guard vest for crying out loud!

whatever, this is lame...I cannot even begin to imagine that I have to be here for another four weeks..five weeks whatever...August First will you just hurry the fuck up so I can go to school or something...

I need something to do..







"Scribe - I looked for you last night and I couldn't find you..
Me - Funny because I had the same problem, except the only difference was I was walking my post..I didn't see you around anywhere"

Taking a Day Off

day bye day..
where are my trumpets?

why is it always nice outside when i just want the day to not exist..

I wake up a little before 1, but continue to lay in bed - in all actuality I woke up somewhere in the 10’s but I already had an agenda for today and had no reason being up that ‘early’...so 1pm rolls up and I start to make my shimmy out of bed. I slide out of bed and plop myself in front of my computer where I begin my day as usual...reading any texts I received during my slumber, checking any facebook notifications, going through the email, the norm...

I have to shit but someone is taking a shower so the door to the bathroom is locked. While I wait I I pick up my phone seeing it is 130 now and make my call into work...i was offered to take the cut last night, but I opted to work instead saying I preferred to take the cut, if available, on Saturday....and after working last night, I should have taken off both nights.

I call work, the reservations stand where they were last night, so the cut is still available, I graciously take it - tonight will be my first day off from work since Wednesday of last week....funny how my bank account doesn’t reflect that.

The person finally exits the bathroom and reveals themselves to be EmEl, Gary’s most consistent flavor of the week. By now the shit has subsided, so I go into the kitchen to reheat some leftover Olive Garden from a couple days ago.

I land on the couch with my microwaved Italian goodness and turn on the TV...i scroll through the menu guide coming up with absolutely nothing..not even background noise to eat...then I remember I have a plethora of Ghost Hunters recorded I have yet to watch...

It’s going to be a chill day I can tell already...

The hour long episode ends and I make my way into the bathroom for now the shit has returned, and it’s also time to shower...get this day going. In the shower I go over my plans for today...next on the agenda is laundry, all my sheets still need to be washed from when I was sick a couple weeks ago. I originally wanted to hit the gym today, legs day, but that’s really the last thing on my mind...once I get some other things straightened out I’ll be ready for the gym.

The final plan for the day is to head down to Bloomington, I’ve got a date with my duck and some photos with the band I’ve come to enjoy. The last time we saw them I found out the keyboardist has some sick fascination with ducks, just like me, and I told them I’d bring him to the concert so we could all take pics with him...

But as I get out of the shower I have some text messages from TTB and Gary..TTB wants me to work tonight and Gary wants to work tonight...i took the cut from one job that I don’t have to work nearly as hard at...i’m not about to work when I already have plans...and now that Gary wants to work I don’t think I have a substitute to go to this concert with..the band is looking forward to seeing us both..and if I just show up, how lame will that be...i’m not going to this thing alone, I’ve done that enough...i don’t even feel like doing anything at this rate

The Laundromat turns out to be a bust, one of my new articles of clothing decided to bleed and ruin all my whites....cooool...i'm going back home...this day, like this blog has been a bust....it's all been a bust...i'll make something interesting...i'm just dusting the fingers...










"hang me out up to dry..you wrung me out too too too many times"