nothing to talk about, verse two

second verse similar to the first...

I changed missions and switched companies back in mid-December. My new mission is Mortuary Affairs. Use your imagination.

I kept a semi-journal about the people who died that I personally saw and processed. I stopped updating it. Last count was 38.

That was on January 9.

I finally received my newly repaired Ipod.

Thank you to the fine folks from Apple, you have single handedly improved the security of the free world in the most infinitesimal way possible.

I still can’t speak Spanish, even in the form of functional yammering…so I continue to smile as pretty as I can.

{my new unit is from Puerto Rico}

I received three more magazines from my dad. Still no letter attached, however, at least I now understand the ambiguous nature behind his selections.

I recently watched the movie Spider Man. The last time I saw it, I was with my old girlfriend. I liked this movie. So naturally, I played Spider Man when we got back to my place. She called me “spidey” for the rest our relationship after that. Also, she bought me a pair of Spider man boxers, although I have never wore them. This is the only thing I could think about while I watched the movie.

There is a wonderful lady in the States who I have never met, yet she takes the time to send me things and thank the soldiers for their support. She’s my favorite silent reader, probably because she sends me things.

I started helping one of the guys in my new unit prepare to find a new job when he gets back. He promised his young family that he would get out of the Army when he's done. So I started helping him explore his interests and his skills, conduct research, interview prep and any other needed formalities (i.e. resume).

He shook my hand.

I recently benched 225 lbs ten times. “It’s no big deal.”

But secretly I’m happy about this.

I weigh 165 lbs.

I’ve been stalling on my R&R plans, in part because my original plan was shot in the ass when I transferred companies. Originally I was to travel with some friends from my old unit. I had successfully campaigned among them for these plans long ago, but now I will be traveling solo. This isn’t a problem however.

I was invited via email, to be a “friend,” on the Myspace page, of the former girlfriend, of a good friend of mine. I never really liked her and won’t be joining her site. I do like my friend though.

Sometimes I like to use commas unnecessarily.

I have a Myspace account, but don’t bother ever looking at it. It’s a desolate collection of nothingness as I have never done anything with it other than indicate the college I went too. I don’t even know how to find it.

I found out my mom has Lyme’s disease in an email from my sister that read, and I quote “Mom’s Lyme’s disease isn’t improving.” That was all. It was at the bottom of the email.

My initial reaction was “when the hell did this happen?!?” I reiterated that eloquencey in a return email and have yet to get a reply. That was a month ago.

Information flow is not a strength of the Rolligun Family.

It’s a good thing my family is small, otherwise I imagine I would still be learning people’s names.

Every other night I “sleep” on the Army’s version of a cot. By now you would think I should be professional assembler of these “cots”, but in actuality, they have never once failed in their pursuit to make a blundering fool out of me. Further insult is continually found in the added form of one loose, bar like extremity that frequently clangs off something at intolerable decibels while I blunder through the construction process. This pisses me off.

I unsuccessfully tried to send someone flowers on Valentines Day. That didn’t work by any stretch of the imagination.

I am taking the GMAT either during my R&R or instead of taking my four-day pass in Qatar. Either way, I’ll take the test in May. This is a good thing and I'll be happy to get it out of the way.

There is a sweet yet, conservative secretary who works in a professional setting at my old office. She occasionally emails me and had recently complimented me on the entertainment value of my return replies. So I decided to send her one of the absurdities I had written. I thought this was a good idea, mainly because I didn’t have much else to say that was different from the last time, but also because it was applicable. What wasn’t a good idea was the fact that I forgot to edit what I had written. So this sweet, yet conservative secretary who works in a professional setting at my old office, received a story annotated with profanities by me. That wasn’t part of my good idea.

I recently wore my “Navy” shirt. I’m not in the Navy, I’m in the Army. I had bought it earlier in the year to upset my old LT. I knew this would annoy him beyond belief by my wearing a navy shirt and it proved to have sufficiently done so. The first time he saw me in it, he said, again I quote “Rolligun! What is your problem?” To which I replied with my desire to show support for all of our forces. How can you argue with that?

In a related event…

The camp I’m at will invite local merchants to come and sell their crap to the United States military from time to time. One of these merchants was selling glass tobacco pipes, otherwise known as a bongs. As surprising as it was to see such an item available for purchase, I found even greater amusement in actually acquiring it. Not only did I believe in its value as pleasant decorative, but I assumed my LT would also find it’s appearance more than agreeable. Suprisingly, he didn’t see it that way. He responded with another rhetorical question and I was feverishly told to abandon it.

I put my Navy shirt back on instead.

The point of nothing to talk about is to relay relatively current things. Since I'm going back in time with the latter, I can consider this post compete. Also since I didn't pay much attention to conventional rules of grammar or design for that matter, I won't feel the least bit bad about ending this post abruptly.

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