I just worked all weekend and was unable to do anything. It served no purpose. It was as if they came and said: "Verv, you will have no weekend."

It could've been worse. I washed a lot of movies. It actually went by very quickly. I even read almost all of a book.

It is amazing how fast time can travel.

It just feels so odd accomplishing absolutely less than nothing and sort of just... Being alive.

I did run for an hour on Friday night and that felt refreshing (if that counts for anything).

Smiles.

This is from the GMC hardcore show a while back:

I call this move,
"Paratrooper approaching door of the aircraft"

This move is called "The Goosestepping Cow"

This is called "Cool Relaxation of an Arm prior to Windmilling"

This is called "Post Windmill Aggro Face" or "Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Fire Away)"

I spent my weekend very well. With friends and having a lot of love.

I got my new CDs and am listening to them. Whole lot of Polish stuff.

Rock on.

learning from china on immigration

chie frabbi thanks bush for war

First of the new year. I haven't posted here in too long. I feel neglectful and hurtful.

I promise to get some news updates here a little:

europeans interested in Obama

More reasons to dislike socialized healthcare

Edwards more and more extreme

the new year is good but yushu is gone until 16 feb.

everyone be blessed.

administrative note:

I just spilt tobacco all over the place when I accidentally knocked my cup over. It is going to smell like tobacco juice around here forever. thank you spitting + chewing.

Not much positivity over here... It is just a stupid day. Nothing really to do that ie exciting or interesting. I fell asleep.

Maybe it will get better by nightfall.

What can you say when the day is so... meaningless?
I laughed. I joked. I was bored.

I have not written here a lot. I am not sure why. I am a little more busy I think. But that is unimportant.

Saw Iva and her friend Aida was also out from Slovenia. A night with the Slovenes. Quite interesting.

I realize why people do not write a lot of songs about historic events -- they often sound very contrived and weak. Really bad stories.

Quiet night. Got to sleep soon. A good day. Preparing for an inspection.

I was notified that I am now the mail handler for my unit. Question marks went off in my brain as to why this would happen but I seem to remember a vague conversation 3-4 months ago and now with no other warning I have the position.

Whatevs.

Life is sweet. Last.fm updated today. Met a new suedehead in UK named Seb.

The event was great. My set went off very well and I met some new friends. I feel really good about what happened and I should have some photos of it later.

Now I am just doing some sunday night thinking.

God, the world is crazy; my lady is throwing me for so many loops and is behaving so weird. I think it could be seasonal depression or something weird like that. It really gets me riled up to have to deal with that.

Plus there's the military. Who knows what we'll be doing tomorrow... Who knows what we'll be doing anytime. that is what kills  me. No stability.

You can deal with anything if you set yourself mentally right, but we do not even know what we'll be dealing with and so we have no mental preparation or state from which to really comprehend what is happening. We cannot deal with things well...

I want stability. I would eliminate so much stress.

DJing tonight for first time in three years. Over the years, mys tyle has changed, too, and tonight is bbongjjak.

You will hear more of this later. Time to leave.

It's been a long day, joel, i will try to get it to yout omorrow.

I met a girl named Mirae today; she works at June bar which is a really nice, classy bar with good drinks. I am going to have to start drinking beers at these places just to afford them. I met her right after drinking some wine at Haydens going away party.She was a very nice and pleasant woman. Sad to see her go. But after 4 years in the Army it is hard to have a lot of emotion to see anybody leave. It is just a part of your way of life at this point.

Yushu is acting very weird, but whatever.

Going to go to Apgujeong tomorrow, so I believe. Maybe not. It is mostly because I feel like I am getting pressured to go.

Waking up in five and a half hours. Definitely time for sleep. I really ought to sleep more but it seems once I pick up the book before bedtime I cannot set it down.