Fairbanks = awesome.

On the way to school this morning for my o-dark-thirty chem lab, I happened to be listening to a local morning show on the radio. No matter what else happens, my day is good because the hosts ripped on Obama pretty bad, what with his nuclear disarmament lollipop land schemes. The words ‘grow a pair’ were also thrown in there, in response to apologizing for America all over the place again.

None of the lame-ass radio shows I’ve heard in the other cities I’ve lived in would have had the balls to OMIGOSH insult the president! Hell, even Congress will no longer allow dissent against the messiah. How’re those checks and balances working out for you, guys? I’m pretty sure fellate the executive branch isn’t in their charter, but they’d know, I guess…

Still alive

Yep. WordPress doesn’t work well on the university internet, and so far I don’t have internet at my cabin. For some dicked up reason, ACS mails the DSL modems to people, and my mail is being held at an unknown post office until I get a PO box set up and can have it forwarded. That means suffering the UAF wireless, which disconnects from the internet every fifteen seconds or so because cocknobs sit here and download torrents instead of getting their porn at home in momma’s basement like normal degenerates.

The cabin is fine, although the only furniture I have is my desk; a bed has to wait until I get my student loans and BAH and whatnot. UAF owes me like 8 grand, but I can’t get that until the tuition repayment period ends; the Army paid my tuition but apparently BAH is retroactive, so I guess they just say fuck you if you need to spend $600 on books and make rent payments and buy beds and shit. We’ll see if I get my BAH, stipend, and kicker at the end of the month.

I have $4000, which could keep me going for four months easy if I use it for essentials only, but this is the third time in two years I’ve had to spend extended periods sleeping on my fucking floor because I couldn’t get a bed in my place right away. I want a goddamn bed; sleeping on the floor means weird dreams and restless sleep. Plus, it’s not like I can bring a chick back to my place. Hey, wanna have sex on the floor? No? Well shit.

Classes are alright. I had a bit of a math crisis when the prof told us that to stay in Calc I, we had to pass a pre-test. Those weird dreams I mentioned have mostly been math dreams, because I spent eight hours a day five days straight–not including classes–relearning everything I forgot from 2000-2002 math back in high school. I have it down pat now, and today was the re-test for those of us who bombed the first pretest. I’m sure I did well; I just want to see how well.

In other classes, there’s not a lot to say. I think my history and English comp courses will be… interesting… because the professors seem to be of the liberal bent, and I’m (obviously) a right wing nut job. I know people say to just write what they want to hear, but fuck that shit. I took shit every day in the Army because UCMJ said I had to and I liked my pay; now I’m a civilian, so forget that. Rank, position, or title does not make you my superior. That said, I will ensure my points are well supported. I don’t align my opinions with ideology; I care only for the truth in a subject.

Naturally, there’s a pretty, interesting redhead girl in my mining program. I’m a sucker for redheads. I’m not sure if I should try to get involved with her, because I can see herds of drama llamas parading through my future if we went out, broke up, and still saw each other all the time in our major requirements. It’s just like dating a coworker, a horrible fucking idea. I think I’ll just get to know her better and see how I feel, because for all I know she’s a gun hating vegan or some shit, which would solve that problem nicely.

Some of these college kids… I just don’t know. As ate up as the Army is these days, with all the assholes that joined in peacetime in positions of power, I tell them not to enlist or do ROTC, but at the same time… they could really use some discipline. Doing homework for other classes in lecture, or just going to sleep or surfing the internet? It makes me want to bring my cluebat and start whacking them. I guess it makes a big difference when you’re paying for school yourself, and you know what you want to do. When I was 18, I had no effin idea what I wanted to do, and I was just like them–although I paid attention in class, because even back then I wasn’t a disrespectful cock.

What else is going on…

Not much. I need to get set up for reloading again because the only significant quantityof  ammo I have is milsurp 7.62mm NATO for my M1A. I have thirty rounds of 45 ACP and eighty rounds of 44 Magnum, so… shit. I hope the ninjas don’t attack until I get the 500 Hornady XTPs I just ordered (miracle I found any) and I can get set up reloading, because there isn’t a box of 45 ACP to be found in the whole town. I have loads of powder and a few hundred CCI large pistol primers, but I forgot to pack bullets. Effin brilliant, that’s me.

I’m probably not going to post again until I have internet at my cabin. The library internet is so frustrating to use, I seriously punched six seven* hippies in the face while I was writing this. I should have internet sometime next week.

*I had to hit another one while I was proofreading the post.