Tough week - I'll recap here.
Monday - Arrived back in Kingston around 330am. For some reason I decided to start a diet this week and lose a few pounds. I slept most of the day and gave the keys over to mister D around 7 that evening.
Tuesday - Back to work, I remember doing a quiz then a pretest for the exam. I won't get into the troubles of work, I think I've said all there is to say on that.
Wednesday - Well, again on the work stuff - I'll just leave that out for this week. Good points on it - only 10 more inspections to go through. Bad points - everything else.
Thursday - Amplifiers was killed and given a cheap funeral - I made a lot of stupid mistakes and barely passed.
Friday - Ugh - played some pool and went out - got way too drunk.
Sat. - Moved out of the apartment and back into the redrum hotel. The staff there recognized me and were happy to see my sexy face again. It's good to be back! I don't have to clean up - it's away from everyone, no one wants to be here (more important!)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Busy and short week. Discovered that money is more reliable than people. Currently in the Montreal airport waiting for my flight. Things are a little hazy now but I'll try to recap this week.
Monday - Did a quiz and aced it. Organized gym activities were a mess and unpleasant. I think special person one ran out of class in a rage and we did not expect him to return.
Tuesday - Got a haircut by this crazy girl who kept talking about how her milkman ex boyfriend owes her money and left his doberman pincer mix dog at her house which tears up the carpet. Left my boots at my apartment to get polished and they were left there with nothing done on them so I had to set out my old ones for Wednesday morning.
Wednesday - I put in my request to get pulled off this course again because I cannot take these humiliating inspections. I can take marching around like an idiot, weekend working, being away from my family for weeks at a time, and deal with the classroom material and being farted on and disrespected as a human being in general, but I certainly did not come here to have my room thrown apart, and if they insist on continuing it I will quit the military. I can take a lot of degrading treatment but this is a sensitive area for me. I was certain I was through with that in basic training and am adamant on not repeating that.
My previous request to see a personnel selection officer back in February never materialized, and I do not think anything will come of this one. I saw the Padre to discuss my situation and this somehow triggered a meeting with the chief clerk for Thursday. I hope this nonsense does not continue after I'm done here - I don't believe it will to such a degree.
Honestly, I don't see any practical use for the military staff here for me, unless you count them making me angry and irritable. I can't take it too personally, the staff are just there to enforce the ridiculous rules set down to them from above.
Thursday - These are one of those weeks where I should have remained in bed. I found out that yes, they'll move my family to Borden, but I'm not entitled to any expenses for selling the house because this would not be considered a real posting - so I'm really forced to be separated from them until at least July of 2012 to get that covered. Hopefully the market doesn't totally collapse by then and I lose everything.
Every action I take I lose either money or family or both. Would have been better off living as a basement dwelling troglodyte on mom and dad support. Man, I really dislike myself right now - it's like being wrong is my modus operendi. Oh well. I needed a drink.
So, me and a fellow classmate went out for lunch, test drove a VW Jetta, played some pool, saw Your Highness (again), and then went to a bar nearby the apartment - full of roudy kids. It made me feel old and fat. I somehow ended up talking to a very drunk RMC-fembot (looked like she got second place in an HCL fight) for a few minutes before this pervy ogre saved me by chasing off to harass her.
boarding time - brb
Monday - Did a quiz and aced it. Organized gym activities were a mess and unpleasant. I think special person one ran out of class in a rage and we did not expect him to return.
Tuesday - Got a haircut by this crazy girl who kept talking about how her milkman ex boyfriend owes her money and left his doberman pincer mix dog at her house which tears up the carpet. Left my boots at my apartment to get polished and they were left there with nothing done on them so I had to set out my old ones for Wednesday morning.
Wednesday - I put in my request to get pulled off this course again because I cannot take these humiliating inspections. I can take marching around like an idiot, weekend working, being away from my family for weeks at a time, and deal with the classroom material and being farted on and disrespected as a human being in general, but I certainly did not come here to have my room thrown apart, and if they insist on continuing it I will quit the military. I can take a lot of degrading treatment but this is a sensitive area for me. I was certain I was through with that in basic training and am adamant on not repeating that.
My previous request to see a personnel selection officer back in February never materialized, and I do not think anything will come of this one. I saw the Padre to discuss my situation and this somehow triggered a meeting with the chief clerk for Thursday. I hope this nonsense does not continue after I'm done here - I don't believe it will to such a degree.
Honestly, I don't see any practical use for the military staff here for me, unless you count them making me angry and irritable. I can't take it too personally, the staff are just there to enforce the ridiculous rules set down to them from above.
Thursday - These are one of those weeks where I should have remained in bed. I found out that yes, they'll move my family to Borden, but I'm not entitled to any expenses for selling the house because this would not be considered a real posting - so I'm really forced to be separated from them until at least July of 2012 to get that covered. Hopefully the market doesn't totally collapse by then and I lose everything.
Every action I take I lose either money or family or both. Would have been better off living as a basement dwelling troglodyte on mom and dad support. Man, I really dislike myself right now - it's like being wrong is my modus operendi. Oh well. I needed a drink.
So, me and a fellow classmate went out for lunch, test drove a VW Jetta, played some pool, saw Your Highness (again), and then went to a bar nearby the apartment - full of roudy kids. It made me feel old and fat. I somehow ended up talking to a very drunk RMC-fembot (looked like she got second place in an HCL fight) for a few minutes before this pervy ogre saved me by chasing off to harass her.
boarding time - brb
Friday, April 15, 2011
Friday night and lying in bed coughing and feeling like crap. Tongue and jaw is swollen for some reason. Not going out makes me unpopular but so what I'd rather have my internal organs happy with me than a few extra humans added to the list. You can't please people - tell the truth and they get upset, lie and have a chance they may get upset. Feelings really are under rated - they really do dictate the runnings of mankind. Think of a world where no one gave a shit about anything other than the basic necessities of life. I could go into a rant about this but - ugh - I don't give a shit enough to do that.
The investigation on finding the phantom shitter continues. I have a suspect however no more than circumstantial evidence so I shall remain as tight lipped as I can be until I can come out and point a finger. This sort of thing is very hard to prove and in a way I hope it never happens again.
A fellow classmate finally has his permission to move out of those disgusting accommodations the military has so graciously forced us to live in and so I've invited him to live here until he can move into a place of his own in May. Money for this would be nice but a larger headache for me right now is getting the military staff off my back and doing that requires having shiny boots - something I suck at doing so hopefully this guy can do it. Not sure about the bed making thing, maybe he'll help out. I'm not sure if I mentioned this before but that military stuff is really a nuisance - yes I know I am in it so avoiding it is like a doctor saying the job is nice without all the whiny patients.
We're now learning about amplifiers - basically they are little thingies that we learned about earlier that do some magic or something and make waves or some stuff bigger somehow. We had a surprise quiz on them today (right before lunch too) and I barely managed to pass it. I got the lowest mark in my row - interesting considering everyone sitting there is well known to have the mind of a 4 year old.
I am stuck in between very 2 special people. Person one is an angry narcoleptic (today he was wide awake one moment - and exactly 30 seconds later I looked over to find him completely passed out) - eats nothing but mcdonalds and these weird smelling salty things called 'combos', and drinks only those giant tins of 99 cent Ice Tea. His room mates are your typical computer playing basement dwelling troglodytes.
He speaks strangely - most of the time it is what I can only assume as his percieved social self - where the things he says are rehashed stuffed he's heard from somewhere else - sort of like a computer with preprogrammed hu-mon phrases to try to fit in with their society - like the terminator. He sometimes gets into rages and swears at everything - usually the word 'fucking.' "This FAWKING thing won't FAWKING work - why won't you work you FAWKING piece of SSSHHHhhiiiiiiitttttttt?! Quit FAWKING with my SSSSShhhhhhiiiiittttt!!!!!" are some of his favorite phrases. I used to try to keep him awake by poking him but I think I'll give up because a) it never works and b) he would sometimes mumble threats about hurting me if I continued. Not worth the effort. He does some exhibit suicidal tendencies - and am unsure about either him going out in a blaze of glory or slowly fading out to be that shirtless guy who lives in the apartment down the hall. Like that low functioning retarded guy in 'There's Something about Mary' who hates it when people touch his ears - special person 1 hates it when you leave things not his on his desk. He hasn't blown up since special person 2 (more on him later) left a muffin wrapper on his desk and he went into a much longer and larger rage fueled rant.
His other self - er - natural self - is quite normal in most respects and is no different than any other person his age. I see this in others who get into escapist activity like video games or books - basically because they prefer these things to their environment. For example I'm much happier lying in bed writing about special person 1 than outside drinking or dancing because a) I'm sick b) it costs money I do not have c) fuck you!
A Beatles fan, hates most other music, a fan of literature (sci-fi, fantasy - various years) and comics, video games (not console) - certainly an interesting fellow and pleasant on occasion to speak to however the other foibles detract from that - esp during the bouts of narcolepsy and rage. Intelligent. Lazy. Good with money and long term financial planning - very unusual for one his age (others spend it all on rims). Unimpressed with titles, ranks, awards or education - for the most part - more impressed with capability. Dismissive of other peoples ideas if they differ from his own (typical of those his age though).
Certainly entertaining to watch at sports - he's not terrible however I just think is unpracticed at team sports and maybe in - oh - a few decades may be okay. But who knows maybe the damage is already done. Family is all military and so as creatures of habit we just do what we're used to and this is why he's here.
Hates institutionalized education (prefers to learn - well do everything - alone). Slightly autistic perhaps? I do think with some cognitive therapy or failing that perhaps medication would really help, though I don't feel he wants to change. Anyway this is, in a nut shell, special person 1.
Special person 2 is, well, special. 19, married to a 17 year old. His blushing young bride is totally insane, vulgar and rude - kinda like one of those people you see get in fights over men on Jerry Springer. Ah - but onto special person 2. He says he's native (I suppose could be), somewhat adept at computers, constantly pulling disgusting or rude pranks on those unfortunate enough to be nearby (farting on people, blowing god knows what into their faces, drawing penises on their books, that sort of thing), repeats things I haven't heard since elementary school, I'm not sure when he's serious or about to do something terribly wrong.
I've learned about things like space docking, blumpkins, reverse blumpkins, something called a boston steamer, you know I don't even wanna know.
He's pretty much the complete opposite of special person 1 in every way. Yeah. Read about person 1 and think the opposite - that's him. I don't want to go any further on person 2 - no more than I want to know what exactly is in the bacon cheese burger I ate yesterday - it's there, yes it's gross, just hopefully it won't get any worse.
Well it looks like movie night will be canceled - tomorrow is laundry. Must catch up on sleep and quality dank time.
The investigation on finding the phantom shitter continues. I have a suspect however no more than circumstantial evidence so I shall remain as tight lipped as I can be until I can come out and point a finger. This sort of thing is very hard to prove and in a way I hope it never happens again.
A fellow classmate finally has his permission to move out of those disgusting accommodations the military has so graciously forced us to live in and so I've invited him to live here until he can move into a place of his own in May. Money for this would be nice but a larger headache for me right now is getting the military staff off my back and doing that requires having shiny boots - something I suck at doing so hopefully this guy can do it. Not sure about the bed making thing, maybe he'll help out. I'm not sure if I mentioned this before but that military stuff is really a nuisance - yes I know I am in it so avoiding it is like a doctor saying the job is nice without all the whiny patients.
We're now learning about amplifiers - basically they are little thingies that we learned about earlier that do some magic or something and make waves or some stuff bigger somehow. We had a surprise quiz on them today (right before lunch too) and I barely managed to pass it. I got the lowest mark in my row - interesting considering everyone sitting there is well known to have the mind of a 4 year old.
I am stuck in between very 2 special people. Person one is an angry narcoleptic (today he was wide awake one moment - and exactly 30 seconds later I looked over to find him completely passed out) - eats nothing but mcdonalds and these weird smelling salty things called 'combos', and drinks only those giant tins of 99 cent Ice Tea. His room mates are your typical computer playing basement dwelling troglodytes.
He speaks strangely - most of the time it is what I can only assume as his percieved social self - where the things he says are rehashed stuffed he's heard from somewhere else - sort of like a computer with preprogrammed hu-mon phrases to try to fit in with their society - like the terminator. He sometimes gets into rages and swears at everything - usually the word 'fucking.' "This FAWKING thing won't FAWKING work - why won't you work you FAWKING piece of SSSHHHhhiiiiiiitttttttt?! Quit FAWKING with my SSSSShhhhhhiiiiittttt!!!!!" are some of his favorite phrases. I used to try to keep him awake by poking him but I think I'll give up because a) it never works and b) he would sometimes mumble threats about hurting me if I continued. Not worth the effort. He does some exhibit suicidal tendencies - and am unsure about either him going out in a blaze of glory or slowly fading out to be that shirtless guy who lives in the apartment down the hall. Like that low functioning retarded guy in 'There's Something about Mary' who hates it when people touch his ears - special person 1 hates it when you leave things not his on his desk. He hasn't blown up since special person 2 (more on him later) left a muffin wrapper on his desk and he went into a much longer and larger rage fueled rant.
His other self - er - natural self - is quite normal in most respects and is no different than any other person his age. I see this in others who get into escapist activity like video games or books - basically because they prefer these things to their environment. For example I'm much happier lying in bed writing about special person 1 than outside drinking or dancing because a) I'm sick b) it costs money I do not have c) fuck you!
A Beatles fan, hates most other music, a fan of literature (sci-fi, fantasy - various years) and comics, video games (not console) - certainly an interesting fellow and pleasant on occasion to speak to however the other foibles detract from that - esp during the bouts of narcolepsy and rage. Intelligent. Lazy. Good with money and long term financial planning - very unusual for one his age (others spend it all on rims). Unimpressed with titles, ranks, awards or education - for the most part - more impressed with capability. Dismissive of other peoples ideas if they differ from his own (typical of those his age though).
Certainly entertaining to watch at sports - he's not terrible however I just think is unpracticed at team sports and maybe in - oh - a few decades may be okay. But who knows maybe the damage is already done. Family is all military and so as creatures of habit we just do what we're used to and this is why he's here.
Hates institutionalized education (prefers to learn - well do everything - alone). Slightly autistic perhaps? I do think with some cognitive therapy or failing that perhaps medication would really help, though I don't feel he wants to change. Anyway this is, in a nut shell, special person 1.
Special person 2 is, well, special. 19, married to a 17 year old. His blushing young bride is totally insane, vulgar and rude - kinda like one of those people you see get in fights over men on Jerry Springer. Ah - but onto special person 2. He says he's native (I suppose could be), somewhat adept at computers, constantly pulling disgusting or rude pranks on those unfortunate enough to be nearby (farting on people, blowing god knows what into their faces, drawing penises on their books, that sort of thing), repeats things I haven't heard since elementary school, I'm not sure when he's serious or about to do something terribly wrong.
I've learned about things like space docking, blumpkins, reverse blumpkins, something called a boston steamer, you know I don't even wanna know.
He's pretty much the complete opposite of special person 1 in every way. Yeah. Read about person 1 and think the opposite - that's him. I don't want to go any further on person 2 - no more than I want to know what exactly is in the bacon cheese burger I ate yesterday - it's there, yes it's gross, just hopefully it won't get any worse.
Well it looks like movie night will be canceled - tomorrow is laundry. Must catch up on sleep and quality dank time.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Now that I'm mysteriously back on the inspection lists Wednesdays have become a day of dread and depression. I'm really sick and light headed today with god knows what. Last night I felt fine, a bit light headed by other than that okay. I really thought that was behind me but I guess not. Oh well I'll talk with the Padre and if I can't get out then I'll have to go another 2-3000$ in debt for a place over the summer.
It really is true that it is more expensive being a lower class than upper. Upper you get handed everything for free - weird huh.
Me and a classmate watched Your Highness - a timeless tale about rescuing a princess from some wizard dude. The whole thing was really really really stupid - which is why I loved it. I was crying I was laughing so much.
I returned to the shacks to find a huge dump in the middle of the bathroom - disgusting. I made a rude remark to a girl in class because she annoys me to no end, and kept stomping on my heels. I'll have to ramp up me being a dick to certain people so they will get the hint to leave me alone. Yes it is horrible and I really don't want to do that but I suppose lines have to be drawn somewhere.
It really is true that it is more expensive being a lower class than upper. Upper you get handed everything for free - weird huh.
Me and a classmate watched Your Highness - a timeless tale about rescuing a princess from some wizard dude. The whole thing was really really really stupid - which is why I loved it. I was crying I was laughing so much.
I returned to the shacks to find a huge dump in the middle of the bathroom - disgusting. I made a rude remark to a girl in class because she annoys me to no end, and kept stomping on my heels. I'll have to ramp up me being a dick to certain people so they will get the hint to leave me alone. Yes it is horrible and I really don't want to do that but I suppose lines have to be drawn somewhere.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
a classmate decided to show up saturday morning still dressed in his borrowed suit. i tried to ignore him banging on the door but he's irish or something and they just don't give up. but come on - who only owns one pair of pants?! he went around the side where he said he didn't see a body so i guess the fight didn't end up too badly for anyone. i'd trust if there was a body there this guy would notice it.
finished the last of the beer in the fridge and returned the bottles to the nearest liquor store for a measly $9.50. afterwards went for a walking tour of Queens University. It is pretty desolate compared to UVIC, but we (me and the other classmate) stumbled on a group of hindus throwing paint at each other. Never one to miss out on things like this I joined in. If I weren't already buzzed it would have been pretty boring.
the rest of the day was just sleeping eating and using the bathroom. pathetic.
finished the last of the beer in the fridge and returned the bottles to the nearest liquor store for a measly $9.50. afterwards went for a walking tour of Queens University. It is pretty desolate compared to UVIC, but we (me and the other classmate) stumbled on a group of hindus throwing paint at each other. Never one to miss out on things like this I joined in. If I weren't already buzzed it would have been pretty boring.
the rest of the day was just sleeping eating and using the bathroom. pathetic.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Things learned from last week:
1. Vimy Ridge was a battle fought in WW2 against the Hyptno-Toad and his legions of undead Mole Men.
2. The world IS bizarro world - learned this in Solid State by being able to accurately guess on a difficult quiz. Reasons why are rather complicated - but simply put could be linked in with my dangerously inept evaluation of Chaos Theory as a method of devising the validity of information. It's actually not bizarro world but seems so due to a set of variables unknown to us.
3. We are ruled by truly sadistic individuals - nothing new here really, just reconfirmed that.
4. Much happier surrounded by more of the 'duh duh' type of idiots rather than the willfully ignorant, narcissistic and ideological type of idiot. Duh duh idiots can be ignored and reeducated while the other kind is too busy parroting nonsense.
5. Something something errr'day.
Bar stories from yesterday, ugh nothing much. My feet were in too much pain to dance much - plus the bar was small, crowded with muscle headed thugs, - ugh it just sucked. A classmate of mine wore my suit out - I hope it and it's user got back okay. This huge fight broke out under my window, kinda went like this:
"HEY I GOT EM!"
(sound of fumbling around and yelling)
"THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO (something something) MY CAR!"
"YYEEAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
I'll check outside later this morning if a body is there.
1. Vimy Ridge was a battle fought in WW2 against the Hyptno-Toad and his legions of undead Mole Men.
2. The world IS bizarro world - learned this in Solid State by being able to accurately guess on a difficult quiz. Reasons why are rather complicated - but simply put could be linked in with my dangerously inept evaluation of Chaos Theory as a method of devising the validity of information. It's actually not bizarro world but seems so due to a set of variables unknown to us.
3. We are ruled by truly sadistic individuals - nothing new here really, just reconfirmed that.
4. Much happier surrounded by more of the 'duh duh' type of idiots rather than the willfully ignorant, narcissistic and ideological type of idiot. Duh duh idiots can be ignored and reeducated while the other kind is too busy parroting nonsense.
5. Something something errr'day.
Bar stories from yesterday, ugh nothing much. My feet were in too much pain to dance much - plus the bar was small, crowded with muscle headed thugs, - ugh it just sucked. A classmate of mine wore my suit out - I hope it and it's user got back okay. This huge fight broke out under my window, kinda went like this:
"HEY I GOT EM!"
(sound of fumbling around and yelling)
"THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO (something something) MY CAR!"
"YYEEAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
I'll check outside later this morning if a body is there.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Uneventful weekend. Friday I discovered I will never make it the top because, god damn it, I'm leftist. Why? I spoke with a union leader at a fancy (ha) bar and we agreed on all major points - unions can be top heavy, corrupt, expensive, and impede progress in an organization, however, they are the only defense between the workers getting a fair shake and the world going back to some sort of Charles Dickens-esque nightmare.
Also - I've decided society only progresses and becomes great when its lowest common denominator does that. Pretty big statement, right? Of course to prove all this would require months (years) of research to prove - but basically I look when societies were at their strongest - like Renaissance Europe, 1950s America, Byzantium about a century after the collapse of the Western Empire - blablabla - I'll leave it to later study.
It was nice to have people over at the apartment, hell i live in the center of the Queens ghetto and not using it to have loud obnoxious parties would be a shame. I have no tv and my internet is shit so we had to entertain ourselves, which is usually hit or miss.
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Learned a great cure for hiccups. Take a sugar packet - pour it all in your mouth - hold it for a minute or two - then swallow. The unpleasantness of it resets the whole thing. Oh we went out to the club - I felt like an old man there - which is fine.
Had fun dancing Friday - sad cause i was hammered after like 4 beer. Classmate of mine was funny to watch dancing - he looked like Tony Little on those swinging exercise bikes. Saturday was mostly a rite off - had to catch up on lots of sleep.
Also - I've decided society only progresses and becomes great when its lowest common denominator does that. Pretty big statement, right? Of course to prove all this would require months (years) of research to prove - but basically I look when societies were at their strongest - like Renaissance Europe, 1950s America, Byzantium about a century after the collapse of the Western Empire - blablabla - I'll leave it to later study.
It was nice to have people over at the apartment, hell i live in the center of the Queens ghetto and not using it to have loud obnoxious parties would be a shame. I have no tv and my internet is shit so we had to entertain ourselves, which is usually hit or miss.
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Learned a great cure for hiccups. Take a sugar packet - pour it all in your mouth - hold it for a minute or two - then swallow. The unpleasantness of it resets the whole thing. Oh we went out to the club - I felt like an old man there - which is fine.
Had fun dancing Friday - sad cause i was hammered after like 4 beer. Classmate of mine was funny to watch dancing - he looked like Tony Little on those swinging exercise bikes. Saturday was mostly a rite off - had to catch up on lots of sleep.
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