So...
Our D.S. just showed us a music video of "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" with scenes of military forces ripping terrorists a new one. Very hooah, very motivational. But everything else sucks. The only reason I'm on pass is because D.S. made a mistake, I STILL can't pass PT, 62 sit-ups, if you can believe it 13:45 2-mi., and GOD D--- 29 push-ups!! F---!
Anyway, JULY 2 OR BUST!! I"M GOING TO SIX FLAGS WHEN I GRADUATE, DRUNK AS F--- AND TOASTED TO PERFECTION!!
(or not)
I tried to call, STILL HAVEN'T RECIEVED A LETTER, ROB FRIGGIN' GRADUATED, WE CAN DO A STANDARD SYSTEM ANALYSIS IN HALF A DAY, WHAT'S THE HOLD UP??
"Nam Officium, Liberalis, Deo et Patriae."
-le Ed.
Man, this moving thing is really taking its toll on me. I'm working a 40-hour week only to come home and box up more crap every day. Even with all this boxing action, I still have my doubts of having everything done before my move.
I've been spending time boxing up my stuff in, well boxes. Every box gets its own creative and well-thought-out label written on it, such as "Random Crap", "Clothes", "Son of Clothes", "Clothes 3: Revenge of the Underwear", and "Soy un Computadora; I'm a Loser Baby...". I'm starting to run out of cool and entertaining names, unfortunatley.
Man this is driving me insane, I need a break.