Renaissance Soul

I think this article is talking about me. I especially reverberate with the part about being jealous of people that have only on passion. I think I can jump into things and be really into them for just a bit, and then I quickly move on to something else.

The trick is just to make whatever I'm doing productive and creative. It seems like Leonardo DaVinci might have been this kind of person - painting, anatomy, inventing. I need to be independently wealthy so I can pursue whatever I want whenever I want.

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Scar

Well, I finally finished it. I'm a slow reader I guess. It's taken me most of 2 days to actually finish it, but I of course enjoyed it immensely.

It was not nearly as light hearted as the rest of the books, probably due to the subject matter - and it's quite a bit different from the other books too.

I thought it had been ruined for me by some stuff I overheard but nothing of it was significant, though when one of the things I had overheard was confirmed I was kind of stressed the other stuff would be too. But I was right in some of my predictions too - namely, which of the main characters would die. I thought that one of their deaths would be in a different manner than it was though, but oh well.

I wonder what JK Rowling's gonna do now...

Urrrghhh

Piece of crap Amazon. Guaranteed deliver on Saturday my ass. Unless they come in the next 7 minutes I get a free book...I'd rather just get the book today though. I coulda gotten one for the same price at a grocery store last night and had it in my hand.

Birthday Surprises

If you'll take out your copy of Half Blood Prince and turn to page 389, you'll find that Ron Weasley and I have the same birthday. Odd I never noticed before.

Crunch Time

New book out next saturday.

Half way thru book 5.

Still have to do college class homework.

Plan tonight...sleep less, wake up early, get things done.

Holy Crap

Hazing is out of regs in the military. So all that blood pinning and stuff you hear about - technically illegal.

I don't know how it is in other jobs, but I work in a place where it's technically also illegal to talk about what happens at work. I also work in a place that shreds a lot of paper.


My car.

This picture doesn't do it justice. I wasn't about to drive home on that pile of sh*t that, if I took a picture of it, WOULD do it justice.
I'm a pretty trusting guy. I leave my car doors unlocked when I'm on base, I leave my window cracked. Well...I was a pretty trusting guy.

I walk out of work, some people are standing around their cars, whatever, I walk to mine. There's a little pile of stuff on top. What IS this pile? I say to myself. Someone put a little pile of crap on my car. Okay. I open my door.

What the...? It's like the pictures but literally piled halfway to the ceiling. Laughter breaks out all across the parking lot.

I'm not sure what I was saying as people were gathering around my car to watch my reaction. I had been talking about Harry Potter a lot lately,
and my Harry Potter book was set on to of the pile of refuse. I really didn't know what was going on... Had someone shredded a bunch of harry potter books and put it in my car? Was it just a ton of confetti?

I figured out, I think, after several minutes, that it was all the shredded documents from the SCIF. Probably a trashbag or two full of em.

"I had that done to me." Says Newcomer, my supervisor. "Just drive down the street with you windows down and most of that sh*t will come out."

I drive down the street at 30. Not coming out. Leave the base, drive at around 45...also not coming out. I get on the highway and am pushing 70. A few loose pieces swirl around my head, but for the most part...I'm sitting on a pile of shredded classified documents, and my copilot IS a pile of shredded classified documents.

I start throwing out handfuls, but it's not really doing much, so I get off the freeway, find some back alley, and just scoop piles of the crap out onto the street. It looks like snow. These pictures are what's left after I got home. On the way in I realized I'm still covered in the stuff, so I shake out on the grass. I get inside, and take off the flight suit, and copious amounts of it come tumbling out of the pant legs.

I'll be washing this crap out from between my toes for a few more days at least...and maybe I should just try and sell the car, cause that crap aint never coming out of the carpet.

'arry

Just got back from the midnight show.


Freakin Awesome.

I'm gonna say it, best one yet. They've just each gotten progressively better. I especially noticed the music in this one was very cool. The girl that played Luna was spot on, and we get to see Dumbledore lay the smack down.

Also

This was at Offutt earlier this week. Security everywhere.

Ahahaha

One man's brave struggle against bees.

The 4th

Took place at the base lake, near Offutt, from 1 pm till about 10. Then it took me a good 45 or an hour to get home, shower, and over to Dom's house. I didn't actually meet Dom, but I've heard good things about him. People like to go over to his house - was a nice place. Drank some nasty drinks, jammed a bit, went home.

The Reason I Only Talk About My Cat...

Is because I have no life.

That said. I went out Friday night with people from my class to a bar called Double Down. It's sorta like a sports bar I guess...there's a deck outside and sand volleyball courts...but that's kinda it. Everything else is just sorta thrown in to make it sporty, it seemed to me. Wednesday was Tucker's birthday, so that's why we went. Redbull and vodka is a decent drink - cause I gotta not drink smirnoff ice - I am getting REEEMed for it.

Then yesterday I slept till about noon, woke up...took my laundry to the korean lady, went grocery shopping (it's been a good...month and a half), picked up my laundry...went home...fell asleep till 9 pm. Got up, played some video games, read some harry potter, fell asleep at about 3 am. Then I just woke up at about 2 pm cause the Professor came in, making a weird meow. It's cause his mouth had a big cricket in it he had found somewhere. I encouraged him so he'd keep killing the bastards.

The other day my friend Jason Copp came over and brought his new puppy. They're naming him Rudy, but I thought he should have been named Gyro.