Someone told me not too too long ago that I am a horrible updater. Well Maybe I am. So here is an attempt at being a better one.

I wish I knew exactly when my niece is going to be born, I want to make a countdown. I am so excited about being an Uncle. I mean now I get to be the "drunk Uncle" that every family has. SWEET!!! Though my girlfriend says I'm not allowed. BOOOO!!! Oh well but what I am allowe dto do and plan to do is spoil that little girl rotten, loud colorful noise making annoying toys with a lifetime supply of batteries and TONS OF CANDY. That is my goal with my niece. Give her back to her mother all wound up and raring to go. Too bad I have to wait a couple years for that.

Hmmm, lets see. Oh yes, St. Patty's Day. Oh the fun that was had. I love being Irish. We went to this bar. An Irish Bar. And my friend was talking to this chick. I noticed that she wasn't wearing green. She told me that she hated St. Patty's Day. I told her she was in the wrong place and told her that needed to be punished for not wearing green And what is the universal punishment? A pinch of course. Well she freaked when I told her I was going to pinch her waved her hand at me and I knocked her cigarette into her full drink. Needless to say she was a total bitch and gave me the worst stare and refused to drink it. So I, being a concerned drinker, Chugged her drink. So not to let mine get warm of course. I thinks she disliked that even more. Hey, I offered to buy her a new drink, she just stared her anti-irish hatred toward me and walked away. So the moral of this story is. If you don't like St. PAtty's Day then don't go to an Irsish bar and not wear green becasue some drunken Irishman is going to 1. Pinch You 2. Ruin your cigarette and 3. Drink your girly drink.

So I hope that I have been a better updater this time. Have a good day.

Days left til I am civilian: 209 days

I hate my job. But everything else seems to be going my way.
GO STILLERS!!!!! Superbowl XL Champions!!! Yeah baby.

Days Left: 244

the countdown to being a civilian continues. Everyday is closer to me being "normal" again. Not that I haven't had a lot of fun, and met a lot of awesome ppl, but I am ready for the next stage of my life, which hopefully includes a family. But anyways, I am happy now. For the first time in what seems like forever. I am dating an awesome girl, I am close to getting out of the Marines, Close to getting promoted, and I am healthy so I can't complain about anything.

Days to go: 281

I'm back bitches!!!! Ha Ha thought you got rid of me did you but you were wrong.

I realized this mornig how much I really fuckin Rock. Ah yes I am the man.

Damn I can't believe I'm gonna be Uncle Brian...

That justs sounds weird. I guess it's better that daddy right?

So the hurricane has brought 2 things.

1: I am drunk

2: I keep thinking of how I can't seem to find anyone that meshes with me. I have had my heart broken 2 times since I've been in the Marines and DAMN IT I am tired of it.

Why can't I just find someone who will like me for me and not judge me every second of the day.
I bear my soul to anyone that is close to me and if they aren't family they rip my heart out and exploit it. I just want someone that will love me. ME!. Not someone they want me to be but me. Am I asking too much? I was told that my last gf "I couldn't stand being my gf anymore."
WTF? I am a good guy. A nice person. I can't understand why I would be told that.

I guess I am just meant to be alone. What makes me think about it even more is the fact that my sister is going to have a baby. I am going to be an UNCLE. And I haven't even come close to sharing anything with anybody. I guess I am just destined to be alone for the rest of my life.

I am too shy to approach someone in the club or bar. I mean really if some beautiful chic was to approach me I would probably freeze up and ruin it.

Story of my life, ruin what happens good.

So, this is probably my last journal being that my gift subscription is probably almost up. I hope I see all of you in another life.

I love the world and all of you.

Good Bye,

Brian Dallas Lumpkin

Ah yes the beginning of football season. The tailgating. The cheerleaders. The booze, and of course not to forget the drunken screaming at the home team to move the ball. There is no better time in a football fans life than those short 5 months that is football. Always counting down the days of the week to see your team pounding down the field for the inevitable 6 points that you KNOW they are going to score. The time of year that turns the dreaded end of the weekend into the day we all wait and yearn for. 32 teams all striving for the goal that only one can achieve. The imfamous Lombardi Trophy and the coveted ring. For too many years the face of victory has been held by pretty boy pretenders getting lucky with snow, and referees on their side have been sucking up the glory. When real teams have trodded through the mud, suffered through injuries and mayhem. This year the so-called Champions will be laid to rest. There will be no more of the dynasty that WAS the Patriots. The time has come when a real football team will come from the shadows to reclaim what is rightfully theirs. And for the fifth time they will be crowned Champions of the NFL. And the world will know of the team that has laid the former Champs to the grave. Behold the new reign of the PITTSBURGH STEELERS!!!!!!

Happy Football Season.

well, so I have some new news for everyone. I am now single. My girlfriend just broke up with me. SO, are there any takers? I am a strapping young stud with nothing to lose. Here for the taking. please please don't everyone crowd there is enough of me to go around

Oh so much has happened. Let's start from the beginning.. Okay, so that pretty much sums it up. Such an exciting life I lead wouldn't you say. So many people tell me how exciting my life must be being in the Marine Corps. Travel the world, shoot guns, blow shit up. And while yes I have done all of those things. I have to say that it is the least interesting thing ever. All of the training and cool stuff happens so few and far between that in a whole it is a very boring life. If I would have went to be a grunt I would have at least gotten to do the more interesting things like go to war and see what thats all about. But, alas, I am not so I will just sit at my desk and day dream of actually doing what I joined for. But, hell without me it wouldn't work either so I must digress. Hippity hoopla

So, how bout them shitty days huh.