Lightweight Champion Of The World!!!

It's me, that's right. I sit here on a Saturday night drinking Warsteiner, and after 3 of them I'm tipsy as hell. Wait, look, I'm about halfway thru my fourth beer okay? So, it's not as bad as you might think haha. I really can't drink like when I was in college but that's a good thing.

Beer: Warsteiner Premium Verum (bottle)
Game: Tharsis Gate (is this a surprise, I think not)
Song: Long Day, Matchbox 20
Condition: Half Fucked Up (best I've felt in some time heh heh)

Useless Bit Of fraNk Trivia II

"fraNk wanted to be a doctor when he was little"

I can remember being dressed up for kindergarten as a fireman, and another time as an astronaut. But deep down I always wanted to be a doctor. I am not sure why... I suppose the fact that I was in the hospital when I was 2 for surgery and again at the age of 4 after a car accident, I may have developed a particular fondness for doctors. I don't remember much of anything about those visits, none of course from being 2 years old, about all I can really remember from when I was 4 years old was that the nurses were a bunch of total bitches, and that the food sucked.

Within a few years, by about the time I was 8 or 9 years old, I realized that I really didn't much like math, and that being a doctor required a substantial amount of work in that field, and so it was likely that being a doctor was out of the question. But I can sure remember at a young age always believing I would be one.

Nowadays I despise doctors, not so much as the doctors themselves, not even for what they do, but because if I'm seeing a doctor it usually means there is something wrong, and I don't like feeling I can't control things in my life on my own. I imagine you end up seeing them more and more though. Right now I'm a little more concerned about going to the dentist, I need to do that pronto.

"Dr fraNk report to surgery, Dr fraNk"

Seventh Layer Of Lameness

Okay, I'm getting old, I realize this now, and also that I'm extraordinarily lame, as I listen to the Pretty Woman soundtrack. 1990... wow, 14 years ago when Julia Roberts did this movie with that gerbil in the butt guy? Sometimes that year seems like just yesterday, and other times it seems like a million years ago. That was the year I went thru basic training, between my junior and senior years of high school.

OMFG hahahaha, might I increase my already obvious lameness to an entirely new level!! On this soundtrack is a song by David Bowie, and for all this time I've thought he was singing 'BABE'... when in fact he was singing 'FAME'. Oh, don't think that makes me more lame? Well, consider this, the song is called Fame 90. haha, wow, I is stupid.

Some Fun Images!!

Not the clown to invite to the kids birthday party!!!

WANNA HONK MY NOSE?!!

Add one cup of nuts...

WHAT'S THAT SMELL?

Another Job Post

I am a fool for staying with this job. They have rehired the old assistant manager, part time now. The guy is a complete piece of shit, I worked with him for about 3 days last year right when I started, his quitting was the reason I got hired. He is supposed to be starting at ground level, a pee on so to speak, but I doubt he'll stick with that. I'm so glad I'm taking two days of vacation next week, I will get rid of the other three and get the fuck out of this job, it's killing me, I'm stressed about so much, I mean, there is this 'uncomfortable but complete' feeling based on the familiarity of the job, but damn, I have to draw the line when it comes to working with this guy, he's a liar, annoying as hell, and he's going to get on my nerves immediately. I already have one person who gets on my nerves at work, I don't need another guy that's even worse.

Useless Bit Of fraNk Trivia

"fraNk has had the same razor since Christmas of 1991"

Yes, this is a shocking tid bit, is it not? Now, don't get too concerned about my face being all chopped and such, and don't think I use a straight razor to shave with either. This particular razor is the Gillette Sensor. I have evolved a bit at least to the Gillette Sensor Excel disposable heads for my razor, but the razor 'body' if you will, and the little holding station, are both from 1991, a christmas gift from an aunt. Luckily the 5-pack of replacement heads fits perfectly into that old holding station.

Back then I really didn't shave more than once maybe every 4 days. When I went to basic training at the age of 17, in 1990, I can remember them making fun of me because I didn't have enough facial hair to justify shaving. That taunting lasted all of about a week, when they all would say "Damn, I wish I didn't have to shave", to which I just smirked. Nowadays, if I'm staying on top of things, I shave every 2 days, and from time to time if I'm active duty for the military for whatever reason, I have shaved 2 days in a row, but even then it's normally every 2 days.

Well, this got to be a lot more than just a smidgen of useless information, it has turned into a veritable cornucopia of crap that you probably just as well didn't need to know. I thank you for your time, please feel free to return to my journal at any time for more useless knowledge, about moi!!

Change

"Change, now it's time for change, nothing stays the same, now it's time for change"

Ah, to bring a little Motley Crue into my little online journal, how nice is that? If you don't like the big hair 80's bands, well, move on then!! Actually, that's as far as I'll go into that topic for the time being.

Change... the intangible constant that seems the only sure thing, other than death and taxes. Those who best adjust to change have a considerable advantage to those like me, who seem to abhore change and cringe at even the concept of walking into their own living room and finding that someone moved the recliner to the other side of the room. Certainly, there are aspects to change that are acceptable, like the change in my wages last week when I gained a dollar an hour, but in most situations, change is evil, something to be attacked and killed off like a spiteful demon from hell *am I being a bit overdramatic here? Yah, I am, oh well, DAMN YOU CHANGE*

I can remember way back to high school, the first time something like that hit me. Your life is so well structured up to the point when you graduate from high school, at which time, society deems you to be ready for one giant change: moving on to college, or into the work force, or becoming a bum and moving from town to town in open train cars *there are certainly times when that seems more appealing than working for a living, I'll tell you that much*

I did go to college, after one year of working at my parents farm. I didn't feel I was ready for that vigorous of a change yet so I took that year to grow up a little, and I think it really helped me out. It was at college that I saw where change can really hit you hard: the people you become good friends with decide that either college isn't the way for them or they move far away to another college, and you never see them again. Now, depending on how good a friend they are, will indicate the amount this change affects you. It seems when you become friends with someone you invest part of yourself within them, I suppose this recipe includes time, your heart, maybe even a little of your soul to those who are very close.

College is so interesting... it's almost as though you end up learning more from the environment than you do from the actual classes themselves. For most, it's the first experience they have with living on their own, although some seem so tied into their parents that they don't really live on their own at all, but I feel most end up adjusting and moving on away from their immediate famililies and making the changes necessary to facilitate being on their own. I think there are other environments that duplicate what you see in college, working for a large company, working for the government, certainly being in the military is also a lot like that.

After college, you get a job, you hope to find someone you are compatible with, and begin to carve out your little niche in life. Change is now at it's peak. Everything is moving at such a constant, you learn to deal with it, and that's how it is.


I tend to lash out at change, directing my anger at times at those who facilitate changes, it's usually friends that become the target of my misplaced rage and irritation, and I've done that a few times lately, and then I feel enormous sadness, because certainly my inability to deal with changes leads to this, but damn, sometimes it's nice just to have some things remain, at least in the tiniest amount, the same.

But alas, life, and change, can never have that. And again, as always, change comes along, and just like right now, knocks me off the computer and sends me away to my wonderful job. I imagine change is a good thing, if there is no change, it's likely you are dead. I suppose a person could learn to be a hobo, or a hermit, and not deal with so much change, but that would sure be boring. Anyways, look at that, I'm going to be late for my job... haha, oh well. Have a change filled day everyone!!!

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Today....

I don't feel witty
I don't feel smart
I don't feel funny

I am a cauldron