The end of chapter 3.

Well, I'm about done here at good ol' LeTourneau University. As much as I complain about this place, I love it, and I'll be sorry to go.
You know how sometimes you meet people too late? That's how I feel about the guy I was working with today, Patrick. He seems very cool, and we have a lot in common, especially our views. Its too bad I'm leaving town Saturday. Definitely when I'm in Longview, I'll have to look him up. We'll go see some concerts. Like Modest Mouse. What? You don't know who they are? Shame on you.
This morning I woke up to feel a little midget with a pair of vice grips standing behind my eye squeezing the life out of it. I killed him, though, or at least I took his vice grips away. I was just thinking that it would be suck to miss my last day on the job, so I came in anyway. With good reason, too, because God has really blessed this day.
Speaking of midgets, my favorite girl comes on down here in two days, and then we're together for good. Come to the wedding and buy us presents.
Also, Jeremiah will be here tonight. For those of you who don't know Jeremiah, he's the guy that bailed me out of jail the first time. We've been friends for years. Yaw! I haven't seen him in, like, 2 or 3 forevers so it'll be good for him to be here.

Anything else you read today is gibberish.

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As a retraction for yesterday, I misread the "Curtis". It did not say that Romus Blues invented the harmonica, it just said that he played it. Also I'm not sure that it's not all a joke anyway, considering the guy's name was Blues. As a matter of fact, I think I probably got my panties in a wad over nothing. But if you knew me, you'd know that's not new. Nobody reads this anyway, and even my Amanda told me she had no idea what I was talking about, and didn't care to read the PBS article.
Good gravy my stomach hurts today. I think that I have the Stomach Monkeys. You know that terrible feeling when you first wake up and you're very tired and you stretch but no matter how much you stretch its not enough to make you feel better? That's how I have felt all day. I REALLY need to get back on my bicycle. Or just get some sex. Or both.
I'm not even trying to look like I'm working anymore. I have 1 3/4 days left on my sentencing here at the EeTernal University Facilities Services Department of Which Has Too Dadgum Long of a Name, and I don't think that I'm in danger of being fired or looking bad. My track record is pretty much set up to this point, and if people can't understand that I might be a little distracted, then they can kiss my oddly straight and large banana. That isn't innuendo. I have some really oddly shaped large bananas at home.
There are too many people in this world who think that communism is a good replacement for being polite.

Owie

I woke up this morning on my dad's couch with a headache. The headache is still here, but so is the knowledge that this will be the last time I have to sleep on a couch for a while.
I also think that I eat too much sugar.
At 3:30 today I get to leave work, which is great, because I think that my brain is either eating itself or starting to cook some vital remembrances to keep itself from completely exploding in my last days on this job. I've been keeping myself partially entertained by taking pictures with my new digital camera I got for the wedding, and then partially entertained by trying to appear as if I were actually working.
Oh and for those of you who read the comic strip "Curtis" yesterday, here's the real history of the harmonica.

http://www.pbs.org/americanrootsmusic/pbs_arm_ii_harmonica.html

Thomas Edison's first recording was him saying "Mary had a little lamb..."

Well, that's about it for another week I suppose. Here it is Saturday at the end, still no sex. 1 more week.
I'm sitting in my future in-laws house right now. Tonight they got me a new old-time oil lamp. Great little thing, mostly because its old. I think I long for a simpler time. It would seem that if that was true I would probably type on a typewriter, though. I guess I'm simple only in principle sometimes.
tomorrow I have one more wedding shower before the wedding. More stuff to clog up our 2 bedroom condo. I don't care, I can always have a garage sale.
On a side note, singing stuffed animals irritate the shit out of me.

We all know I'm saving for the honeymoon

Money is tight here in janitor land. With the upcoming nuptials to Miss Amanda Hougham of Grand Prairie ISD, I am having to pinch pennies. This means no Freeze Your Fanny ride, a local bike ride every year in East Texas. This will be my first time to miss it since I've started riding my road bike. But then again, this is only my second year being a Roadie. But, I think it should all be worth it, because by my countdown, as of 5pm today, I will be only 9 days away from the end of sexual frustration. Yippee!

The 20 mile commute from Diana, Texas to Longview, Texas has gotten a lot easier. Especially since I live with my dad in East Mountain now. The ride is 4 miles closer, so no more 20 mile bike rides in the morning. Oh, and did I mention my dad works across the street? That means he gives me a ride to work in his car. No more bike rides at all, so far. I'm so lazy; soon I will also be fat.
Still sad about Jesse. Call it whining if you want to. But if you do, it's because you suck. Jesse rocked and you know it.

Counting the days

Well, here we are one more day closer to my wedding. Be it known here that I never planned to get married on Valentine's Day, and I'm vehemently against the whole idea of valentine's day, but that's where my Amanda's vacation fell, and I wasn't going to wait any longer to marry her than I had to. Especially since I'm so repressed.
Anyway, this is also day 2 without Jesse. Easier, but not done with the pain yet. I still miss my buddy. I realize though that he was my servant, and I was his master, and we both followed those responsibilities to the end, and that's all I can ask for. I love him still, but he's gone, and I move on. He doesn't mind. He's dead. I hope there are dogs in heaven. He'd be the dog I'd want for all eternity. But the Bible is very unclear on this subject. Of course, its also unclear as to where the dinosaurs went. I think its just covering the important things.
My work here at LeTournea University is done, and I know it, but my letter of resignation says otherwise. So does my need for a paycheck. But for some reason my work ethic falters more than those two things. Time will tell if I get fired before next Wednesday.

Goodbye, Jesse.

Its been a while since I wrote, I know, but you have no right to complain. I don't even know who you are and why you're reading my personal thoughts. Nevermind. I just wanted to write about my dog, Jesse.
See, Jesse was the best dog ever. He was smart, fast, loving, playful, and he was 3. He was everything you could want a dog to be. He was 65 pounds of energy and fun and brain and most of all love. He loved me, I loved him.
I say all of this because yesterday he was hit by a car. And then another. And then after that he still wasn't dead. I promised him I'd always be humane, so I got my dad's .22 and I put him down like I always promised. I told him I loved him first, I reminded him of my promise, I apologized, and then I shot him. That was the hardest thing in the world at the time. While this may sound noble and loving to you, I still feel so much guilt. I was supposed to take care of him, and I did, but I can't get over how. Slowly I feel better, slowly people's prayers are reaching me, slowly I feel God's loving arms wrapped around me telling me its all okay and I did the right thing.
I don't have a point. I don't have to. That's why this is here, for me, not for you. If I made you sad, I'm sorry. But if you have a dog, love him, and know that he loves you. But if he's miserable in a jail, let him out. He'll be happier being hit by a car than locked in a cage. And always remember, love him enough to let him die. With is dying breath, he will know that you are the best master he could have had. You are the best thing that ever could have happened to him. You were his friend, and you loved him. And that's the best gift you can give.