I went to Austin this weekend.....a married woman put her hands down my pants in the middle of a bar and then tried to take them off because she "wanted to see it." Awkward.....

That is all....

Sometimes I get really depressed about stuff I'd rather whine about on here, but it's weeks and weekends like this that make me realize I have nothing to be depressed about. Huge Rivalry game at the famous Fenway Park. Almost getting hit by an Ortiz hit and ALMOST beeing seen on ESPN. Drinking beers at the famous Samu...el Adams Brewery. Visiting the site of the Boston Massacre. Wandering into a gay bar to witness a bunch of fat guys in drag, singing Girls Just Want To Have Fun. Asking the cop inside if I was indeed in a gay bar. And to top it all off....Conan O'Brien this week. Not too shabby

Sooooo....anyone from Massachusetts? I'm here on a business trip and I'm bored in my hotel room. boooo.

PS Thanks for the support from the last blog...I was being Emo

oh and also, this is my doggy

It's been awhile since I've said anything on this site and it's mostly just because I didn't really have a lot to say. However, today, I feel like I have to get something off my chest....I need an outlet and I don't feel right about putting any of this on facebook. I don't want to be "that guy." Lately I've been super depressed. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being in stupid Texas....or more specifically, the city that I'm in in Texas that I can't seem to escape. I'm stuck in an Army town which unfortunately makes the dating scene really tough. Since my time in this town and when I was in the Army, I've seen a lot of soldiers just do fucked up stuff to women...and I've seen the women here do the same. I have the utmost respect for soldiers, just when it comes to relationships, most of them are dirtballs. Because of all I've seen, it makes it hard for me to trust any women in this area.

It seems like everyone else in my life gets to be happy and I don't. I don't get women, I just don't understand them. I'm a genuinely good guy. I have a good job, I have my own place, I have a car and I'm not a dirtbag. Yet, I constantly get walked and looked over by women. I feel like for my age, I'm falling behind. 90 percent of my friends are married and/or have kids. I haven't had a decent relationship in almost 4 years and she ended up not being the greatest person anyways. There have been women since then, but they didn't last long and most of them ended up having babies or getting married to the next guy after me. It's like I'm the real Good Luck Chuck. You know how much it sucks to have no one to go out with and hang out with because they're all married or involved? You know how much it sucks when they all invite you over for a BBQ or something and you're the only single one there? I'm tired of it. I hate not having anyone to come home to. It's depressing.

There was this girl in Arizona that I met when I was in college. I honestly thought she was the one, then all of a sudden she just stopped talking to me. I tried to play it cool, but it just got so aggravating that she would hardly respond to any texts. We used to talk all the time and we I felt a real connection with her that I didn't feel with anyone else. Now, I just don't know how to act around her. It's like she's someone else. She can't answer a text, yet she can post some stupid update on facebook? C'mon....really? I decided to delete her number out of my phone so I wouldn't be tempted to set my self up for depression when she wouldn't answer. I hid her feed from my facebook, so I wouldn't be depressed when i would see that she had time to post something, but not talk to me. Yet she still gets in my head. I hate it.

Is it really so much to ask to be happy? That's all I want. I haven't genuinely been happy in a while. I've been content...but not happy.

I suck at keeping this up to date.

Well, I'm finally back! It took about 48 hours to get from Kuwait to the states, but it was ultimately worth it. The process to get from Kuwait to the states is one of the worst experiences I have ever gone through. They keep you up pretty much the entire time. There's lots of briefings, to include 3 hours of safety briefings telling you all the things you're not allowed to do when you get back. It sucks. Then after you get all your briefings, you have to go through customs, where you get to dump your entire life stuffed into two bags out for customs guys to inspect. They even dig through your old underwear....what a wonderful experience.

When you're through customs, they put you in this tiny fenced area for hours....and hours....and you're not allowed to leave. You just sit there until they tell you that you get to leave. Once that call comes, we are all herded onto buses where they take us to the Kuwait International Airport for our 20+ hour flight with stops in Ireland and Maine. It's a very long flight. Most of us take tylenol pm or something like it to try and sleep through a majority of it. It's a civilian flight, so at least we get in flight movies. Funny enough, we have a flight of over 300 soldiers on their way back to the states from a year long tour in Iraq dodging bullets, rockets and mortars....and the in flight movie was "Marley and Me." That made me laugh...

We got here in Texas at about 4 am. My parents drove my car down to Texas from Washington so they were there waiting for me. My parents stayed here with me for a week. It was nice to see them and I love them to death, but a whole week with them is a little too much. I don't have anything here to really entertain them and I still had to go to work for a few days, so I felt bad...then you add in the whole "parental thing." It gets kind of annoying.

I've spent way too much money since I've been back. Mostly on stuff for my apartment, but I did get to go check out what may be my future puppy this last Saturday. I put my deposit down and I really hope I get him. I have to wait a few weeks until they're old enough and then it depends on what puppies the people in front of me pick. If I get him, his name will be Bob. Bob the Bulldog. Here is a picture of him.


Things are starting to calm down now. My parents are gone, my apartments set up...so I'm good to go. I'm happy to be back...

It's a busy few days. I haven't been on here much because of it. We're starting to get all our stuff packed up and in order for our trip back to the states. I think I'm going to kiss the ground when I get off the airplane. I'm pretty stoked. I have a long night in front of me but it's ok because I'm going home soon so this country can suck it.

Anyways, just wanted to post a quick blog updating everyone. (if they care ha ha) Hit me up for a beer when I get back!

I have 2 weeks left in this hell....who's going out for beers with me when I get back?

I've been wanting to post something the last few days but nothings been coming to me. I mean really. There's only so much I can talk about when it comes to what I saw in the porta potty or how much I hate Sgt Cordes. That only goes so far. On second thought, I went into the porta potty the other day and noticed they had put up those fly catcher things. You know those spirally strips of sticky tape? Well I was in there peeing the other day and I actually sat there for 30 seconds watching a fly that had just got stuck. I sat there and watched him struggle...but damnit, that little guy managed to escape his fate with the sticky tape. I applauded that little guy...then I promptly killed it....I mean I know that fly is just going to find me later and annoy the shit out of me. So it was either he dies there or I catch him later and kill him with gun powder. Either way, his fate with death was unavoidable. I actually let out a "yayyyy" when he escaped, which reads as gay as it sounded when it left my mouth.

These are how my days go. I find little things to hold my attention because I have nothing else in this god forbidden place. I have taken apart hundreds of extra rounds in the last few weeks so I could get the gun powder out for some yet to be determined project. As of right now, I'm thinking about using to either 1) burn Sgt Cordes's stuff or 2) burn Sgt Cordes stuff. I haven't decided on which one but I will make a decision very soon.

One of my good friends, actually the other guy that SOMETIMES posts stuff on this site, recently came up here last week to chill with us for the remainder of the deployment. Since he's been here, he's mostly just sat there and been extra ginger. As in he's a ginger....I wouldn't say he's full ginger because he's not milky in complexion. He's more of an orange color I'd say. Maybe he eats lots of carrots when no ones looking...or lots of cheetos. I'm going to say cheetos because that's pretty much all they sell in our PX....that and sardines...which he also bought, which I also find interesting. I may have to rewrite my thesis on the Ginger diet. Damnit.

If you don't know me or you haven't managed to see my constant countdown, I'm down to about 23 days now in this country. My days get longer and longer it seems. Things have started to pick up though. It seems like we take another step everyday towards going back home. Mostly it's paperwork, which sucks, but its also a little exciting. 23 days left....to freedom. Fuck yeah....