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| Wow, it's been awhile. I need to practice my "Hemingway" more often.
So, here I am then about to grace you with another entry, all 5 of you
who will read this. I'm sitting at the USO in San Diego about to fly
off for Japan, but not before I get the awesomeness of sleeping in the
foodcourt lounge, just like Tom Hanks did in "The Terminal." Anyway,
I'm going to make more of a commitment to update this thing on a
regular basis. This is a pretty good source of venting frustrations (
because you all can't see my Asian tears of sadness.....sad panda..).
So, no cell phone on me, no family, going to a foreign country. God, I
hope this turns out like "Lost in Translation" and I meet a gorgeous
Western girl and do commercials for Japanese whiskey doing my best
Timothy Dalton. Wish I could have stayed around in Yukon for longer,
but you all have lives to tend to, like school and bounty hunting.
Hopefully the next time I come back those three gorgeous ladies who are
galavanting around Europe will be back on Oklahoma soil. Hopefully I'll
watch a movie at the Cine Capri. Hopefully I won't have to pay 23
dollars for a full tank for a Honda Civic. Yeah Dave, I REALLY miss the
days of 99 cent gallons. Oh, and hopefully Oklahoma City figures out
what the hell they're doing with the highways. Be sure to go to a
Hornets' game, even if you hate basketball, because I wish I could.
I'll be going to sumo matches and watching Japanese Superhero Pro
Wrestlers at the 60,000 seat Tokyo Dome ( knock on wood). And good day.
I SAID GOOD DAY.
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| Moving to Naval Air Facility Atsugi, Japan. Holy shit.
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| "Walker told me I have AIDs."-Haley Joel Osment from an episode of Walker, Texas Ranger.
Downloaded the first new episode of "Family Guy" that is set to premiere on May 1st, and I can definately confirm to everyone that the creators have not missed a beat. There's Mel Gibson-bashing that was done before on South Park, but Mel Gibson is always topical. Oh, and a few background characters return, so if you're like me and have watched the dvds many many many many times, you'll geek out.
Stood a total of 16 hours on yeoman watch over the weekend, because my duty section had "dog duty" where we take care of the barracks one weekend a month. I got a good deal because being a yeoman means I won't be AS bored as others with a shitty watch, such as "2nd deck fire rover watch."
It's pretty funny to watch those "NAVY: Accelerate Your Life" commercials with a bunch of sailors making cracks like how we're the world's best paid janitors. I'm sure being in the Navy will feel good down the road, and it's cool to say that I'm a part of it, but right now a lot of people, like myself, feel jaded. I might stay in past four years because I get to wear the swanky white uniforms. I am that shallow, people.
I really really should start studying for my test tomorrow, so leave me alone. | | |
| Dear Diary...
Oh, hello there. I wasn't expecting you to drop in on my weblog. Do you like my background? I got it at Target.
Things are looking up ever since my last post. I have passed the first two units for my Navy "A" School, which are also the hardest ( they deal with electricity and how it makes a vehicle operate ). When I finish up on June 24th, I will officially be classified as an Aviation Support Equipment Technician. They work on, contrary to what my ignorant ass has told some of you, "yellow gear" which includes mobile generators that give a plane electricity, gaseous turbine compressors, maintenance platforms, axles, fire-fighting vehicles, and oh so much more. I'll pretty much be a jack-of-all trades. I'll let you all know more information as it comes to me, and as long as its not classified ( psshaw.)
I also want to buy a digital camera, so that you all can drool to images of a 1 megapixel image of me on the beach picking sand out of my butt. Leave any recommendations on a brand. I'm looking to spend about two-hundred dollars of the tax-payers' money.
Man, I've been watching a lot of Smallville lately. My roommate has the first two seasons and I've been downloading season four without viewing season three yet. I gotta help myself to some Lois. Maybe I'll study journalism once I get out of the Navy and become a mild-mannered reporter; I already have the bad haircut and glasses, but I'll look better in a suit than what's-his-name ever did.
I'm off to pick at this blister on my toe, I'll let you all know how tomorrow's "mandatory fun day" on base goes. | | |
|  | Currently Playing
Disintegration
By The Cure
Pictures of You (a very manly song to be listening to. It makes me reminisce about my fourth grade crush. Yes, I had feelings of love back in the fourth grade, stashed beside those of the Red Ranger kicking everyone's ass and hating having to learn how to do an Irish Jig.)
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First post. Swore that I would never have one of these things. Well, this and the belly button pierc---uh, what? Never mind that. Anyway, this xanga thing is pretty popular with my friends, so I figured that since they hate answering their phones that I'll just use an online diary to bug them. So, yeah, here in Piss-Cola on a Sunday night and Wrestlemania 21 is going on. I would have loved to have watched that back home with the old gang like we have done for 19 and 20, but someone had to go off and join the Navy. Whoops. Anywho, Jeremy, the title of this xanga is in remembrance of all those Here Comes the Pain matches we had when we should have been doing homework or fixing ramen noodles. Zac, you actually did powerbomb me back in the eigth grade after jazz band practice, so the title is also in honor of that moment. Whew, not bad for a first post, would you say? It rocked your socks off just like the first episode of The Shield did, and thats the type of quality you can keep on expecting from my entries. I rule.
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