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8月17日 Hello, I have a lot of people that have linked to my blog, but due the the sucking of MSN.... I don't use it. Please go here http://lauerash.blogspot.com/ 12月12日 Nena - 99 Red Balloons Lyrics
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by
99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky as 99 red balloons go by
99 Decision street
99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super flurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by
99 knights of the air
Ride super high tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify, and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by
99 dreams I have had In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you, and let it go 9月15日
Hello all,
I'm back! I plan to write a lot more of my space now! Here is an update of my past few months. It was in an email I wrote to a friend not to long ago, one whom I haven't talked to in a year.
We just moved into a place, and I am loving it. It's small, but it's better then where I have been living. I joined the USCG, and about three weeks in I got hurt. I couldn't walk, and I was falling way way behind. They ended up kicking me out, and I ended up BACK in Alaska. When I got back I was so sick that I don't remember the first three weeks. I had a lung infection that was eating me alive, and the doctor I saw after three weeks of my return wasn't giving me the right medications. I ended up going to another doctor after about a week of not getting any better, and about three pills left. It was the first time I have ever heard another doctor go "Why the HELL did he put you on these!? The aren't going to do a damn thing for you!" She gave me some MORE drugs, but after like three days I was feeling great.
ANYWAY, when I got back I was going to get my old job back. Well, Loic (My boss at the time) Wouldn't give me it back. I talked to the recruiter, and I guess he, by law, had to give me it back. Yet, I didn't want to fight it and then work there. Life would have been hell! (On a side note this has all been since April and I got back June... Now back to the story) I spent three months trying to get a job, but couldn't find one. So, what did I do? I travailed! I had a large pay check cut for me when they kicked me out, and so I used some of it to travel around this summer. I drove all over Alaska, and then in June did a road trip that hit Elmore Ohio to Philadelphia Pennsylvania, and back to Elmore again. It was great! Then last month I ended up falling into a position on the fire department that I love, and get to do what I love doing.... Working on firetrucks. I don't know if you know, but I am trying to become a Emergency Vehicle Certified Diesel Mechanic. It's a lot of school and money, but I am getting there slowly. That's what I was going to do in the Coast Guard, but that's not going to happen.
I also work for the Boy's and Girl's Club of Eagle River as their main Tech Center person now. I've found out that I am really good at Photoshop, and such. So, now I teach kids 7-18 how to work on computers, make music, photos, and video on the computer. All of them regular hobbies of mine, so it's been easy and fun. All the kids are great, and I enjoy hanging out with them.
On another good note; a good friend, an ex-girlfriend, whom I haven't talked to in a long time contacted me the other day. At first I was pissed, because she vanished on me. I still remember the last time we talked, and most of the conversation. It wasn't a bad one, but one in which I told her I couldn't call her as much as I used to. I was going through a very poor time in my life, and I couldn't afford the long distance. The distance was the bases in which we broke up in the first place. I think that if she wouldn't have moved we would still be together, but the way our cards played out we both found two other people whom we a very in love with. She has a husband, and I have a very lovely girlfriend whom, maybe someday, I will make my wife. Yet, lets not get to ahead of my self... I'm happy to have my old best friend back in my life, but I know it's not going to be the way it was. We both have grown up, and we now have two different lives now. It's only been a week, but we'll see how we play out. I miss her I really do, but I have long let her out of my heart. Though, she will always have a friend in my. That hasn't, and never will, changed.
All in all it's been a rather good, but poopy past few months.
Until next time!
6月5日 This is a poem I wrote on day out of the blue. It's about a killer, and his inside thoughts. Note: I am not the killer. I have never killed anthing more then a burger, and I don't ever plan on doing so. Don't worry. RAIN OF TERROR I don’t want to see you again, in a blackish day it all began. The thought of you running around my head, I wish that you were more then just dead! Don’t follow me, and please don’t come back. I’ll have to give you the sack! A brick to the head I’ll hit you until you’re dead! I don’t like you please go away, and let me go about my day. Yes you were fun a bit, but now your job here is done. I’ve blown my load all over you, and now what more could you possibly do? You worthless trash that’s all your are, I should just run your over with my car.
I hate it when they get attached,
and you wish you had a gun to dispatch. Unload a few rounds in her skull, and watch her beauty vanish as I give her face an overhaul These murderess thoughts go around I wish knew where they originate from. Going mad I’m going insane It’s time for my rain of death to begin. Oh mama mama look at me my kill count has reached thirty-three it’s not stopping there! Oh no I fear killing is far to much fun, So all you pretty people better run.
My rain of death and terror has began! 6月2日 Hey, I am making a cook book full of cheap things to make. If you have an easy, tastey, but cheap recipe you don't mind sharing... PLEASE POST IT! 5月15日 Thank you god! You have sent me home. I am so happy to start my life away from the USCG. That wasn't for me. Not at all, but now I am home. I am going to start school again. I have to find money, but I will start school. It feels so good to be home. Amen. 4月1日 Quote Stumbling at the gunshot
A lot has happened since my last post, at least as far as my single life goes. After at least a few months, someone finally was able to hook me up. Chancey's sister's boyfriend gave me the email to his sister, who I eventually went with on a kind of blind date. It was me, her (Alex), her brother (Ash), and his girlfriend (Patti). First we went to a restaraunt (all sitting at one table), and the conversation went pretty well--with Patti and Ash at least. Alex had warned me that she'd be shy in person, and I couldn't think of anything to talk about. So for most of the time at the restaraunt, Alex and I didn't talk, or if we did, it was usually at best indirectly to each other. After that, we all went to walmart. I know, how romantic. Patti and Ash went off on their own--probably purposely losing us, which was a good idea--and Alex and I walked around and talked pretty easily. Near the end, I asked if she'd like to go on another date, and she said "I don't see why not." Then we all went home. So insofar everything seemed to be going at the least fairly smoothly. But disaster was imminent. One night Alex and I were talking on msn, and we got to the subject of her chest. I really don't remember any social blunder as big as this one, and I must have been really tired... or something. There is no smiley or word to describe how horrible this is... but anyway, enough whining, here's what happened... I kind of called her boobs small. *Accepts the rotten tomatoes from the audience gracefully* As if that weren't enough.. I called her.. another girl's.. name. HOLY CRAPOLA batman, you really fucked that up! They didn't happen in the same conversation, at least. That would have been even worse. AND, to top things off, her ex just came back from Dublin, Ireland (I think that's where he was), and he's asking to get back together. She said she'd think about it, so now I have competition. And crazy enough, she's still talking to me. She even said that I have (right now at least) as good of a chance as he does, which is kind of surprising. It's kind of like starting a footrace, stumbling at the gunshot, and realizing that you're still neck-to-neck with the competition. Either the competition has no legs, he's retarded, or I am good. So maybe if I don't screw up so bad anymore (although I don't think I can do worse than I've done so far) I might have a pretty good chance. So now I'm competing with a guy named Isac (who for some reason refers to me as laama boy) for this girl that I really like. She said she'd even post the weekly leader in her blog. Which might sound kind of cruel, but I don't really mind. In fact, it'd be nice to know where I'm at. When this was all started I didn’t think that I would be drawn into a game of mice and cheese. Two mice after one fine chunk of cheese, and both are neck and neck. One mouse is a geek down to the core, and the other… Is a fairy little Momma’s boy. (I think) While there isn’t anything wrong with being a Momma’s boy, I’ll be the first to stand up and show my Momma’s boy badge, there is defiantly something wrong with being a fairy. It’s just too bad that I am leaving, because I think it’ll be a trip to watch.
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