CRAZY

Back story real quick, theres a lot of weird shit going on in the military right now and lot of Soldiers are being retrained to do different jobs due to unit transformations. Its not a huge deal. "Adapt and overcome". whatever. Whats funny is that since I joined the Army in March 2005 I have been trained to do a total of THREE different jobs; Cannon Crewmember, Aviation Operations Specialist, and Cavalry Scout (In that order). It has recently come to my attention(about 10 minutes ago) That after all the money and time our government has spent on my military education for these other two jobs, I might be going BACK to the gun line behind some of the few remaining cannons we hold on to so dearly here in the VA National Guard. This is killing me. I don't regret a damn thing. I jumped at all my opportunities and took what was up for grabs. In the end, I would love to chill with another howitzer crew on drill weekends. I'm still going to push for a slot in one of the Cav squadrons down in Norfolk, but as long as they get me out of this HHC(read: office bitch) job that I somehow managed to be dropped into last month I'll be happy. It all works out in the end.....

Looking Forward

I'm going to be honest, I have very little to complain about right now. If I wanted to be negative I could rake together a million small annoyances and dwell on those, but instead of getting overwhelmed and upset I'm going to try to Divide and Conquer these petty issues one by one. I can't believe how much of an effect weather has on my attitude. I know it plays a role in all of our emotional patterns, but I have a feeling it plays too big a role in mine. Maybe its just my allergies acting up. Ahhh, whats the use worrying about nothing? The band marches on...

Why I love New England

Jen sent me this story in response to one of my Bulletin posts on myspace...


ashley and i used to go on emmy's screen name when we were drunk and IM random people i was friends with on facebook who didn't know emmy. one time we IMed this kid damien and he was like "whodafuck is dis... howdafuck you get my screen name. i don't mess around wit catz i don't know. ESPECIALLY on AIM." then ashley wrote back "meowwww." he was really mad.

one time, like six months later, we were riding in a car with damien. he still didn't know it was us who did that. really softly from the backseat, ashley said "i don't mess around with cats i don't know." then i said "meeeeeeeowwww."

he was really really mad.

then we pulled up to a cop car. they had their windows rolled down because it was summer. this dude ian leaned out of his window and whispered into the cop's ear: "no popo."

this was a story about cats.


Obviously, if you haven't had the pleasure of meeting these girls you have never been to a real party in Boston

Once you go tall

you never go...small? hm, maybe. either way. get on my level or get outta my life. beanstalkz

I should be packing but...

I'm going to write one last blog for the week. I'm about to go down to Charleston(and subsequently Savannah) for some much needed vacation time. I'm stoked that John and Ana are going to be my companions even though its kind of annoying that none of you other mother fuckers will sack up and come too. Just Kidding. I hope everybody has an excellent Spring Break, and I'm sorry that some of you are going to be stuck working. Life is good. I'm kind of in the mood for a sandwich, but its going to be like over a week until I'll be able to make one again. DAMN IT!

wicked pissah

fah q!

my life rules

I can not stress this enough. Right now I feel like I have all my bases covered. Things are going extremely well for me. I'm so stoked. I could go on for hours about it. ITS ALL STARTING TO MAKE SENSE!!!!! :):):):):):):):):):)

Word for word thought

i just opened my fridge and found something strange. i then had this exact sentence run through my mind "yo, i dont know what this is or if its okay to eat, so i'm just going to leave it alone." you now have an example of the kind of things i hear when nobodys around. enjoy

My funny thing

I love it when youre texting with someone and the conversation escalates above the capacity of text messages and all of a sudden your caller id is spelling out that persons name. you kind of know its going to happen and you are already laughing before you even answer the call. think about it. if you disagree i'll fight you

mosh

forever

Yarg

Ok, i think i'm now over "turning 21". i need to start taking better care of my body again and by that i mean not drinking too much like i did last night. yes. spring break has begun!!! this rules. even though rain sucks especially when you know your bike is outside. fuck. but, kissing girls who have recently been drinking chai is a very excellent corner of life that i highly recommend exposing yourself to.

Kuba Kuba

breakfast is good. i like things

They're pissing me off again

The Army owes me about 2 grand from the KFOR mission. I submitted the correct paperwork before we re mobilized to come home but I only got about $100 of it. Apparently a LOT of people had the same thing happen to them. When the questions were raised last weekend we were given a phone number for the Dept of Defense payroll service and told to contact them with pay issues. I called this morning and after 15 minutes of pushing button prompts I was given an email address to submit my full name, ssn, orders #, and deployment dates to. I'm trying not to get frustrated here, but I sent a very polite email to this address hoping that a human will read it and help me sort this out. I'm so so so so so pissed at 29th ID HHC right now. I know that probably doesn't mean anything to anybody other than Dave or maybe Kara but imagine if you didn't even know who your immediate supervisor was at work and the only people you knew above you were like your boss's boss's boss's boss. Its confusing and a run around, but thats why words like "Cluster-fuck" are invented. As soon as I can turn in my gear and get my unit transfer orders I will be able to wash my hands of Ft. Belvoir and all the political bullshit that 21 year old Specialists have no business being involved in. I didn't join the Army to sit on my ass and twiddle my thumbs.

Take It or Leave It Motivation

I just googled my name. The only thing relevant was an old Moped Army profile from 2006. It is now clear to me that I have not been spending my time wisely and need to strike out on more adventures in the near near future. Good thing Spring Break is right around the corner and I'll finally be making my trek to Charleston. Pending moving decisions, i would still REALLY like to get out of the country this summer(ANY continent). I REALLY hope Andrew Rhea still has the drive that I do to make this happen. I need to talk to Tatjana about Croatia soon too. Scott and I are still planning a cross country car ride(because I'm a nerd and havn't gotten a motorcycle yet) as soon as he finishes his semester and can get back to Richmond. This summer really has unlimited possibilities. I'm very excited. I'm pretty jealous of VA for being in Puerto Rico right now and of Beth for going to South America next week. I'm just glad I'll be on a beach though. Eating seafood. Drinking beer. Relaxing. Not being on military duty. Which brings me to another conundrum. This part might be boring unless you have absolutely nothing else going on for the next 5 minutes.

I'm up for promotion to Sergeant this year, but I have a decision to make... Do I stay a Cav Scout and possibly/probably pass it up because I love having a job that cool, or do I fill a slot down at Byrd Airfield with the 224th Aviation Battalion being a desk jockey? I mean I know whats going to happen, but I'd be lying if I said I haven't considered putting in for that Aviation Op's position. Those fugz0rs are deploying NON stop though(not that everybody isn't) and if I end up chewing sand with anything other than a line unit I might never forgive myself. Thats a whole different story though. I'm kind of over being in the military. Maybe I'll change my mind again, but thats how I feel currently. OH WELL!

Another same moment

i painted a picture of a robot and a cactus trading skins. I don't know why I was so inspired to create this piece of art, but i think its funny to look at. I was listening to Mates of State today and wondering if that makes me a bitch. this is possible.

Ok I'll be serious

I don't think I ever really have anything serious that I feel comfortable writing about on here. I hope I don't freak anyone out too much through this. Funny myspace thing...
these kids are too funny

Trivial Pursuit

Oh, but that last post was definitely not written in a negative connotation. My life rules right now(I mean it usually does, but in different ways that i'm excited about now). I've done multiplication tables and geography quizzes at some of the most inappropriate times. Today it is about 68 degrees F outside. F no longer means Fahrenheit to me. it means Fucking Springtime. and Fuck You if you are still stuck on Celsius where it is approx. "20 degrees". THAT SOUNDS COLD AS A BITCH! actually its the same temperature, the rest of the world just uses a simpler scale than us. BUT THATS WHY WE ARE AMERICA! Uhoh I'm winding up for a tangent. I called scott today and left him a message about how I wish it was still the mid 1990's and i lived in L.A. so instead of being bored at stoplights I would have something to do like wonder if i was going to get car jacked. That form of criminal art has seemed to lose its popularity over the last decade. I wonder if it has anything to do with Glen Danzig being punched in the face by the singer of North Side Kings. Ok, i had to type that, but for real I might skip class and go check in at an institution this afternoon...

Wheres yo head??

Did you guys know I was on the verge of insanity? I always thought it was a joke when we talked about it...

hm

So I'm at drill in NoVA right now. My buddy Kyle and I decided not to stay in the barracks and to shell out 35 bucks apiece to split a big room in the officer's quarters. (I have no idea why we are allowed to do this). We watched this HORRIBLE movie called Basic Instinct 2 tonight while drinking beer in the room(he forgot to bring civilian clothes so we are just chilling here). I'm kind of drunk and eating half of a Sub that wasnt worth the $7 I paid for it. At least I have internet though. I'm half drunk and thinking about writing things that I know I'll regret. Too bad I'm not all the way drunk so I'd do it. Oh well. Its been about a week and a half since I've worked out. I need to begin that again this week so I can get my head straight and my body right. I'm SO ready for spring break and finally going to charleston with some of my good friends. i hope all you asshole mother fuckers are doing well.