Tuesday, January 18, 2000. 2:47.
Seems as I am forever destined to work myself to death. Once again I'm at work now, and get this, I got here at 4pm, not the usual 11pm-7am shift, oh no. This is 4pm-7am. Then of course I go to my usual teaching job at the high school, then to top that I will go to City College of Chicago classes. Then...I will don the cape and cowl and ride the rooftops as Batman, the Dark Knight. Well, not really. Just kidding about the last part. But you see what's happening. I'm slowly cracking. That's the price you pay when you're in debt and want to build a future. Some people deal drugs, some people strip, some give sexual favors, me...I work two full time jobs and go to school. I guess in the years to follow these events someone can look back and what I'm doing now and call me "dedicated" or "hard working". Who the hell knows what I am and why I do it. Just cross your fingers I survive.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Friday, January 28, 2000. 1105.
I survived all that working and working and learning and more working. I get my paycheck today, so I'll find out how much it was really worth. However, $500 is about to go straight to the bloody pockets of Drexel University. What a bite in the ass. Classes are ok, though I do get the feeling sometimes that I can do it over the phone. It doesn't really compare to University studies. We'll just have to see how it progresses over the course of the class. I often wonder what it would be like to be back in Jersey now, with all the snow and ice and stuff up there. I'd probably be working my ass off at Target, killing myself on the ice. It rained like a bastard here days ago. My dad and sister left for the states, hopefully my dad can bring back some new comics. Other than that, it's work, class, video games. Lookin forward to the upcoming Super Bowl, hopefully it will be a fun experience. Last year I had a girlfriend to watch it with, the year before I partied with the lab rats in Orlando, so I'm positive this year will suck compared to the previous two. We'll have to see.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Friday, February 4, 2000. 1155.
Well, it was a pretty good super-bowl. Actually, it was a pretty good second half. And I know I'm being hypocritical/ironic/whatever, but enough with the internet commercials!! Every time they went to commerical it was www.etrade.com or www.volvo.com or www.amerihealth.com. What the fuck is up with all this? WWW.WHATTHEFUCK.COM I was so sick of it by the 2nd half that I was ready to put up WWW.BLOWME.COM. The internet rules, but I don't wanted to be tempted to visit suck-ass websites that I don't understand. If I need a new long distance plan, I'll call you. Other than that, it was a good game. Kinda pathetic though how on the last play Dyson tried to reach his hand past the goal line for that last touchdown even though it was three seconds after being tackled. Oh well.
In other news, I'm full time computer technician at the elementary school now, which means I just help classes how don't know how to do stuff, like turn on the computer. Pretty cool here, there's a webcam, so maybe I'll hook up a feed. I do more overnights starting Sunday, so expect something more then.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Monday, February 7, 2000. 24:25.

Once again, pulling the long double work shift. Actually a triple shift, since I worked 9am-4pm today, then doin my 11pm-7am now, then teach at the school from 730am-230pm. Can you say "workaholic"? I knew you could boys and girls. Let's hope I survive. This weekend was Class One Fucked Up. Last night I went to a party and instead of "Josh relaxes, lets loose, and parties" it turned into "Josh has to watch out for all the high school kids who really shouldn't be there cause of all the military pricks who just want ass". These girls were all over the guys, some of them are just lost cause hobags, and some I didn't want to corrupted, those were the ones I watched out for. It was so messed up. One guy was making out with a lady...and her 15 year old daughter!!! Hello!! That's about a 15 on the holy fucking shit scale people. This place is turning into a hellmouth, I should probably get back into training in case the place and the rest of the world goes to shit. But work takes a lot of time. Oh well, guess I'll have to make room for one more thing in my schedule. Wish me luck.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Tuesday, February 8, 2000. 03:38.
Man, I amost didn't make it today. I fell asleep in a room full of kids at the computer room today. Can you believe that? Some teacher I am. Tuesday will be worse, oh yes. Cause after work at the phone company (from now on referred to as LCN), I go to the school for my computer room work and then I have city college class from 5-10. Yikes. Tonight's proving to be pretty uneventful, I just ate my macaroni and cheese. The fridge is empty of soda, so I feel lucky that I brought my capri sun juice bags. Do you ever wonder why it's in a bag? All the other drinks come in a box, but not Capri Sun, oh no. They choose to put it in a bag where getting the straw in has got to be more difficult than piloting a space shuttle. Hey I got an idea, why don't you gut a catfish, fill that with Capri Sun, then sell it. It may be gross, but getting the juice would sure as hell be easier than the current method. Hmmm, everyone has left the AOL IM now, I guess I'm the only one still up. Might as well make the most of it.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Saturday, February 26, 2000. 9:28.
I wanted to update this last week, right after I saw that Who wants to marry a multi-millionaire? show. I was going to go on and on about how messed up it was, but then I sat on my ass while the whole rest of the country did that, so it would have been lame of me to beat that dead horse. The show is messed up, that's all I'll say. Tonight I have the Seabee Ball, one of those nights for getting dressed up in uniform, free food, free drinks, and bad music. Should be interesting since most of the guys here are single, so I'll probably be drinking with him. I know I tried to swear off drinking, but it's only every now and then. I think I have come to a point where I have things under control. Except there's one thing that's out of control in my life right now. My addiction to Final Fantasy 8. Am I alone in thinking that it's the best RPG of all time? No shit. I'd rather be partying of course, but I'm in GTMO so this is the best I can do. I'm at work right now, so I guess I should get back. Even though soon as Uncle Dave gets here I can go to Mc'ds and get a Sausage McMuffin with Egg. Tasty.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.