10.Jan.2005
Right, been a while, I got it. I could spend a moment to justify why I haven't written, or tell myself that
I'm going to start to write more, but perhaps we should just deal with it, and be happy that I'm writing right now.
So the whole Christmas holiday was mildly uneventful for me. I spent christmas day waxing snowboards and chatting
with Brian and Tanner, which is pretty fine with me. It's a lot better than being alone, and I've been away from
my family on many christmas' past, so it didn't really bother me.
We only had to work for half of a day the past two weeks too. Actually, last week was a full week, but the entire
holiday season, if that's how you want to say it. It feels like I haven't written in months, and it's sort of
uncomfortable to write.
So over New Years, I told Brian we needed to go to Austria, get a hotel, spend three days, two nights there. We
were really lucky, because when Steffi called to help us get a hotel, the first one had a room for us. So we rented
a car, drove down there. We spent loads of cash, an entire paycheck for me (minus the student loans).
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13.Jan.2005
So once in a while, you may notice some of my diary entries appear unfinished. This is due to interruption. Sometimes
I get typing, or starting to get into an interesting story, and then someone will walk into my room and chat for a while,
and of course, it's always late at night. That's the time I do my best story telling, or my best introspective work, if
you will. However, it's been a well established fact that I usually state up as late, or later than everyone else in the
barracks. So, if someone can't sleep, or has something on their mind late at night, they come into my room to talk. It's
cool though, most of the time I love it. I might say it get's on my nerves, but it's better than being all alone.
See, it's happening already. Alright, 10 minutes later.
Some interesting news facts...
Tanner and Steffi are having me be the godfather of their child. What an honor. I was pretty flattered. I mean, I
understand that a godfather is supposed to be the "christian example" in a child's life. I'm going to consider myself
the spiritual example. It's not that I'm not religious. There is just such other cool things to believe in. Things
that really make sense, and make me feel good if this is the truth, rather than just believe their is some sort of
God who is playing games with us for his enjoyment. Yeah, you know, this issue has been rehashed umpteenth times on this
site, so I won't get into it. I'm reading this great book that's really altering my perception of life lately. I love
books that have that power over me.
Once again, an interruption. I'm just going to go ahead and ignore it and keep writing.
Ha, it's like 4 hours later than when i started writing. Now that's an interruption. I'm going to call my dad now, because
I drank a lot, and it's not good to be alone when you've drank as much as I have. I was feeling inspirational when I kicked
everyone out of my room, but after they all left, I'm stuck feeling a tad nostalgic and lonely. It sure is going to suck when
Sgt. Wilson leaves. I lost my good friend Tanner to housing (where married people move to), and now another, in the same
week. Too depressing.
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30.Jan.2005
Nearly two months since I've written anything worth reading. I don't have much time, because I have to be
awake in 4 hours to go snowboarding for the week. I didn't even have to take leave, or put a pass in. I get
paid the same as if I was going to work. I didn't even have to ask to go, my platoon sergeant came and asked
me if I had the money to go. I'm really looking forward to it.
I'll summarize the past two months the best I can...
Christmas was uneventful. Spent the day waxing a snowboard with Tanner and Brian. New Years I went to
Austria to snowboard in the alps. We feel asleep at 10 pm and didn't wake up till 7 am. Pretty disgusting, but
I'd rather have missed the party and been in Austria snowboarding for 3 days, then have a great night here in Ansbach.
So it didn't bother me too much. I have great pictures that will be on this site within the next two weeks.
Sgt. Wilson left the army. We had a big bash in the barracks. I got everyone two kegs of beer, and there was a
band playing. Perhaps half the battery showed up to send her off into her new life. It was a lot of fun. I spent
the majority of the week organizing it. Actually, just getting the beer was difficult enough. It wasn't too hard to
invite people, just knock on all the doors and make sure people knew when to show up. She left the next day, and we
all had one short night to hang out with her, but we spent it getting hammered. Really drunk. We built a beer bong
capable of holding 48 ounces of beer, and then drank the whole thing at once. We call it "Hammurabi". It's beautiful,
'instamatically' drunk. An amazing drunk. Anyhow, I kept drinking really heavily so I didn't have to deal with the
fact that someone that was sitting on my couch, I will never see again. You know how 'goodbye's' are. Right, they suck
real bad. It's best to avoid them. The next day we felt bad for drinking so much, but I know it kept my mind off her
leaving, and then, of course, after she left we drank till our stomach's were full. Thank God for alcohol.
Tanner is married now and moved out of the barracks. In one week I lost most contact with some of the most important
people in my life for the last few years. I want to write and obituary about it all, and be all dramatic and depressing,
but, things have come up, and I don't want to feel like that. Plus, my site is getting too well known in the army. I can't
be myself when i have certain people coming up to me commenting on things I've written. Makes me self conscious about it. That's
why I ask people not to comment to anyone else about stuff they read on this specific page. Please, it's hard enough to
open up online. I think that's why I haven't written much lately as well. I do have my nice little journal I keep on my desk.
Tanner and Steffi are making me the godfather of their child. I'm super excited about that. Big time honor.
Mott finally moved out of my room, though I still show him no respect whatsoever. I just don't give a fuck about that guy. He's
disrespected my stuff too long, and never comprised his position to be a better roommate, so why do I have to do anything for him.
I bought a sweet fish tank for my room. Spent about 300 euro's on it all. Sgt. Wilson and her friend Jessica (whom I still have to
send pictures too) both bought me my first fish. Unfortunately, they had to spend almost 3 days in a bag of water. Sgt. Smith (aka,
Jessica) didn't make it. However, Sgt. Wilson is doing strong. By far the most intelligent fish I have in their, and has a
really good personality. It's a great fish. Brian bought a catfish (named "boytano") that is terrific as well. I think he ate
two of my daneo's though. I bought six of those, and now I'm left with 3.75. One (my favorite, "doug #6) is now missing the
top part of his tail fin. One time I was cleaning stuff off the top of the tank with my net, and accidentally gathered him up. I
took a shower, cleaned up a bit, then Baker came in and asked why I was missing one. I checked the net sitting in my sink, and
doug #6 was sitting in their. 30 minutes out of the water, but when I picked up the net, I saw him move, so I put him back in the water
and he started swimming like nothing happened. Definitely a cool fish. This was almost 10 days ago, so I'm really proud of him.
That's most of the big news. I need to spend a weekend cleaning up the site, making a new layout, and such. It's getting that
time. This is probably the longest a site I've had always looked the same anyhow. This diary page will remain unchanged, because
I love it how it is.
Anyhow, expect something good by next tuesday. I have three days this weekend to work. I'm going to try not to drink, because
it's getting excessive. Like I've said though, my muse is gone and things I typically worked on before no longer seem as exciting.
I need to find someone to inspire me to do things like this again.
So, until next time. Have a good time doing whatever it is you have to be doing.
- - doug - -
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