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Jul. 13th, 2010 @ 10:49 pm Line of the night
(talking about Dave and Keith's obsession with beating me in games)

Me: Dave and Keith have a goal in common.

Jenn: Stacey?

Me: No, they have both already accomplished that.
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Jul. 7th, 2010 @ 10:05 am How did I get here?
Current Mood: confusedLost Monkey
I am so far from who I want to be. Who I use to be. Who I should be. And I have no idea how I got here or how to get back. . . .

I have so much pent up negative energy what I am clinching my jaw at work listening to my ipod, and now my jaw hurts.
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Jul. 2nd, 2010 @ 03:52 pm (no subject)

FUCK YOU DTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is all.
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Jun. 27th, 2010 @ 09:10 pm Washington D. C.
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
So Jenn and I went to D. C. this weekend. For those who don't know, my grandfather served in the Korean War. For years him and I talked about going to the Korean War Memorial. Everytime it came to actually go he would back out. I think he was afraid of not being about to handle it and not break down. I can understand and respect that. The past November my grandfather left us. So I decided in memory of him I would make the trip we always talked about. It was a very mixed bag.

Jenn and I took the train down and checked into The Quincy. Pretty cool hotel. The girl Jennifer at the front desk was wickedly helpful in the planning weekend. After we checked in we walked to the White House where Jenn turned into a 6 year old, all giddy and stuff, and I almost let my mind slip and pick on the guards for watching too many Arnold films. We walked around the general area and then went back to the hotel to chill for the night.

Saturday we got up early and left at 8am to walk to the memorials. The new WWII memorial was huge and pretty cool. The WWI memorial made me sad cause it looked lost and unmaintained in comparison. No matter how old the war, we should never forget.

The Korean War memorial started out bad for me. I was afraid of how it would effect me. We didn't even get to it and we saw four guys ride right past the NO BIKES sign to the memorial. So right off the bat I am pissed off and want to punch these guys for the disrespect. I justified it cause they looked old enought to maybe have served in Korea. The memorial itself is very eerie. There are statues of soldiers walking through the field, to the side of them is a wall with images of servicemen watching over the soliders. I took pause at the section with the tanks and their crew. That would have been grandpa.

We then moved on to the Lincoln Memorial which is pretty cool. Jenn was more impressed and interested then I was. Her and all her civil rights-ness. Plus I was side tracked by what I had just seen. We walked past a booth that flustered me, selling pins and badges that our servicemen work hard to earn. Then on to what I knew would be a test.

The statue in front of the Vietnam Memorial was under renovations, so we could only see it through glass. We did learn that two Sopers are listed on the wall. One from MI which is where Grandpa was from. I was overwhelmed with all the names, but held together pretty good until I noticed and older gentleman standing at the center of the wall. He touched the wall, tried to hide his tears, wiped them away, then walked away. He pulled out his wallet and had a list of names and locations. He moved on to another section of the wall and found the next name. I do not know if the names were relatives, friends, or people he served with. I wanted to go and just offer him some support, but didn't. Then the thought hit me, if they build a memorial for 9/11 and/or the wars of this generation, that guy could be Dave or I. . . . .

Jenn sat with me for a bit and then we moved on to the National Zoo, where she promptly turned into a 6 year again. 6 hours and two Juriassic Park moments later, my feet are killing me, I hate Jenn for putting me through it, and love her for taking my mind off things. We met up with Jenn's friend Matt where we learned that Jenn's education is old enough to drink and I asked the all important question, "Is that a horse painted on a horse?"

Today we got up and went to Union Station where I almost blew a gasket as I found a kiosk that sells a Purple Heart. YES! YOU CAN FUCKING BUY A PURPLE HEART! WHAT KINDING OF FUCKING BULLSHIT IS THAT? I would write someone, but it would do no good. Anyway, we are back to "reality."
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Jun. 24th, 2010 @ 07:13 am Teaching differences
Yes, I know I should be getting ready for work but I have to update my work out log, and post here since I was too exhausted last night.

Something has been stuck in my head all night, so much so that I dreamt about it. Last night I put on the Red Man Suit to assist teaching classes last night. Teaching the kids to kick, and punch, and do what ever they have to to get away is a stranger grabs them. After about 20 minutes I was sweating so much that I couldn't keep a firm grip on the kids so I took the hand and arm guards off. One of the ninja pretended to bite me and I reacted as such and he got away. I was happy to see that. His sister, grinded her knuckles against mine, and scratched my arms, and I reacted as such, and she got away. Well she scratched a little to hard for training and she drew blood, but she got away and never stopped trying until she did. Her mom was horrorified, but SHE GOT AWAY and NEVER STOPPED TRYING until she did. Even Sifu seemed alittle upset that she made me bleed but SHE GOT AWAY AND NEVER STOPPED TRYING UNTIL SHE DID!

After class I pulled the class away from the parents and Sifu and pointed to my bleeding arm and told them to do what ever it takes and to never stop fighting until they get away. NEVER STOP FIGHTING.

And for some reason the typing that last line made me tear up. Hmmmmm.....

Well off to work I go.
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Jun. 15th, 2010 @ 05:15 pm (no subject)
If have said it once I have said it a thousand times. I hate money or atleast the lack of having any. It never fails. I finally get some put away and something goes wrong to force me to spend it. One day I will have plenty of money. I will probably be dead and my life insurance will be paying out, but damn if I won't have money then or atleast my closest relative will. lol
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Jun. 9th, 2010 @ 06:43 am Giddy Moment
Current Mood: amusedamused
So I am watching FOX News this morning and they are talking about John Runyan (sp) winning the Republican Primary and they showed his campaign office, right between Tony Suprano's Pizza and . . . . . wait for it . . . . . Sifu Mazza's school!

Ok, giddy moment over.
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Jun. 8th, 2010 @ 07:19 am This is why I love Joe Rogan.

About half way through, Joe goes off on why Brock is the way he is. I laughted so hard I almost peed. lol
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May. 31st, 2010 @ 05:44 pm Monkty Rant.
Current Mood: lonelylonely
Am I the only one that thinks the more "connected" we get, the more alone we get?

I think that it is really fucked up that no one really talks anymore. We are just images and letters on a screen. And if you aren't on Facebook, Myspace, Google Wave, or what ever the hot thing is this year, you are pretty much left out of everything. They wonder way our kids are so fucked up and easily blame it on the movies and video games but even the fucking parents can't unplug long enough to live life.

"But Monkey, where is this coming from?"

Glad you asked. It is a feeling that has been brewing for months. Sad when you feel distant from people who have been friends with you for years or even those you live with because you don't want to sit in front a computer for "social networking" during your personal time. I sit a computer 8 hours a day, why do I want to do it when I get home?

I can't count the number of times I asked why someone didn't tell me about something just to get the "I posted it on Facebook." response. So let me get this right, anyone without a facebook isn't important enough to know things. That's kind of fucked up.

What happen to talking to individuals individually?

I guess just one more reason for me to feel alone in the great big world.
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May. 29th, 2010 @ 02:58 pm (no subject)

I want to learn bear style! lol
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