Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Is it June YeT!!!!!

Well based on the title of this post you would think its Emma or Karissa. Well I would have to sadly inform you that you would be wrong. It is the and only Jose JAun Pablo Martine JR. the OCHo. Or just kenny because I am not mexican. So I dont know whats really new with me other than just being really pissed off all the time. I dont know what the hell is up with me but ever since the end of work yesterday when i was cleaning my bay i just got this feeling in my chest of anger. I dont know what the hell I got angry about.. I just got this feeling. Its just weird because I am still angry and it has been almost 2 days. I have tried everything to shake it but it is just something that i can not shake off. I dont know it reminds me when I was a kid and used to get angry and turn into the worlds biggest little shit. I am sure that all of you remember my tantroms and thinking I was King shit. Well I have that same feeling now but just all the time. The feeling like I am just going to burst with some type of agression. It kinda got me worried because I dont like getting angry anymore like i used to. It like the whole incredible hulk thing. Where if i get angry i just go off and really dont think about what i am doing and regret it after. I guess that was the real reason why josh called me Lou Ferrigno was because I was controling my inner hulk anger. I dont know just having that feeling of built of rage in my chest and no knowing how to get rid of it sucks. I just need a break from work already. I have been working for 11 straight months now and everyone at work just tells me that i need a mentale health day. I dont know it does make sense to me of what they are saying but I just dont like to skip out on work when i am fully able to work. but i guess thats why they call it a mental health day. I ddont know i guess i am just a work ahalik. And yes i know thats spell wrong but who gives a flying flamingo. The way i see it is that I have a mental health day coming up is coming home for graduation. I think since being home a couple weeks ago really made me realize why i love it there. Getting to come home, getting to spend time with my family, going four wheeling with my dad like old times, and getting to go out the bar with the adults and not listening to no Kariokee. Sorry but i dont know how you can stand that crap every week. But I am really looking forward to seeing josh, jenny, megan, and kari seeing as they all decided to take a vacation the same weekend i was home lol Well I must say after reading heathers post I would have to agree with every thing she said. It sucks to be far away from home when the family is going through such time when you are half way across the country and having the time of your life. Its is hard to say the least. Since we have moved away we have put our selves through a true test of personal strength and our love tords our family. With missing out on Kaseys final year and everthing with grandma and now grandpa it is truely hard that is for sure. But know that our family raised us to get out of manitowoc even thought it was hard to see they knew that we had to go out and explore the world and not just sit around and let the world around you be given to you, but to grasp it and truely examine it for what it is. Which i am glad that they pushed me forward and did not let me give into the desire to give up and move back home. I am so glad i am in boston. I truely love this city. Just going down town on my bike and riding where ever i please causing havic where i please. Now a kid at work wants me to go to florida with him and work down there but i dont think i can do that because I like boston to much and Enjoy working where i am at.. well at least for now that is. But to digress I am super Pumped about coming home again and gettting to see you guys again. I know i was just home a couple of weeks ago but i miss you more now than i did when i was not home for months. EVery one make sure to eat your daily meats and I will talk to ya later.

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