| Monday, June 5th,
2000
1921 Ten Thousand Maniacs Our Time in Eden
Fifty Nine days left until PJ take my VA Beach stage and my world by storm. It's an awesome record to have my first real PJ "tour", having only seen one incidence of a back to back show, and never more than three shows on a single tour. I'm very tempted to say it's the best and strongest record for it...but every new album is the best and the strongest to me. I simply love this band and everywhere it's gone with it's music to not say that. I said Vitalogy, No Code, and Yield were all their best and strongest albums to date...that may or may not have been true, but the point is that, even two months out, I'm giddy...giddy giddy giddy. Nine shows is so hard to fathom. So many people can't understand how I could see the "same show" so many times. Even after explaing the diversity in each and every show, about my love for the band, about my concert zeal, even them they shake their head and proclaim, "but the same BAND!". These people just don't understand. They never will. As a human I lack the faculty to make them understand what music, and what PJ in particular, mean to me. Even Tori Amos, who, I have to admit, played mostly the same set with only a few changes back in 1999...even those shows I regret not a single one of them, not a single dollar spent. Every one of those shows moved me, if not the night long, at least at some part during... But now it's Pearl Jam! The band I grew up
with, the first band I fell in love with, the band that I planned my suicide
with, the last sound I wanted to hear in what was then a pointless and
dreary life. The band that I found focus and strength in following
the aftermath of that planned fatality...the band now that moves me and
shakes me like very little else on this earth can do...
I came off my two week running profile today. There was a PT test today, but, happily enough for me, I did not have to take it...I did not feel like taking a PT test. Instead I had a sham PT session because the sergeant in charge just got her belly button pierced and "it hurt". We ran for a short ways and even just that much...my toe was aching later. I probably should go back on profile, but I need to jump this month or I lose $950 back pay. The 10 miler is Friday too. All I care about is the jump though--I am on the manifest for one tommorrow. I only care that my toe won't hurt too much afterwards so I can still run Friday. After that maybe I'll go back to the hospital. We'll just see. Edited the transcript today at work and did a few other miscellaneous things. Fun stuff, all of it...yeah. Had dinner, some wine, and more than a couple beers at
my NCOs house friday. I'd gone over to fix his computer and it ran
a litte late...An old Army friend of his came over so...
and it went around and around. All I wanted was something to tell me I'd see more so I could have something to base a possible career/reenlistment decision on--that I wasn't sure I could make that decision based on what I had to work on so far. I didn't get anything near the answer I wanted...With the words "then get the fuck out" ringing in my ears, being said over and over, I drove home, determined that Uncle Sam was not getting a reenlistment from me.
Elliott Smith 13 May 00 2038 Ran out for Burger King after SGT Oswald stopped by with a CD for me to burn...he couldn't get the one at the office to work on this one for some reason--we discovered one of the files wouldn't read for some odd reason so we just removed it from the list of files to burn, and walaa! Today at work, neither my NCO or myself mentioned what was spoken Friday...I think both of us were a little too tipsy to put much stock in it, but it still struck home regardless. I had nothing further to say about it. I'm a smoker again i must say...bad as it is, relapses happen. It started out slowly this time, building up serious steam over memorial day weekend...I've almost smoked the entire pack I bought this morning already. I'll try again to quit after this one. I made a point of seeing Mission Impossible II this weekend. While it was alright, it didn't live up to my expectations. I guess I just wanted more outlandish gadgets, Bond fan I am... I won another day off today at this morning's formation. While I thought my boots didn't look so great, my uniform was fresh from the dry cleaners and I could answer the questions 1SG asked whiel the other two contestants couldn't...Yay for me! :) Right now though, I don't know when I'll be taking it--my schedule is kind of booked this week--most likely next week. We have a three day weekend next week so I guess I'll just take next monday and make it a three day work week and two three day wknds in a row :) Wow, thats a good number of threes ;) Trinity and all that stuff... I really really hope this jump goes off tomorrow...
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