from forward lookout
school wouldn't be so bad
if only i wasn't graded
and that's how deck is
i'm graded on everything
and i'm expected to be perfect
that's the standard
funny thing. parkhurst charged the hose and it was my job to relive a little pressure. yeah. relieve his hose? kinda let a little water out down the hausepipe. but i wasn't sure how to work the nossle (to set stream rather than spray) so he took a hold of the nossle. i moved the piece down and i guess we accidentaly turned the water on and he shot himself all down the front. ack!
i just fucked everything up today. on the bridge i called for the officer of the deck when i meant to ask for the conning officer (big difference). and i mixed up my steering units and i got the steering course all jacked up. i'm just a retard behind the helm. yeah.
actualy nothing is so funny about that.
i decided to quit white's pit (pimp in training) program because it isn't working for me. haha! actualy, i'm not sure if i ever took it so seriously. but lauren said that it was gay and that if i continued with the pit excersises (like pickup lines and such) that she would never sleep with me. big bummer! of course, white says that i'm just a pit and not a complete pimp yet, so my pimp juice might be a little pre-mature and undesirable.
example of pimp language:
"hey baby. you got to hoe up or blow up. make your next move your best move."
translation: you gotta either jump on my dick or leave. whatever you do, make sure you do the right thing. (jump on my dick)
so yeah. i'm not a pimp. i'm guerci. and i decided that white should be my git (guerci in training) and learn to be more like me. then he could take this tenaseee chick off my hands. i mean she's cute as anything but yeah. i'm with someone. i'm not in the market? and this pimp is strictly exclusive. one client at a time? haha... or something. nevermind.
i was on watch last night and aft look out said something like "i have an air contact at 260. zenith."
that means he saw a plane with a relative bearing of 260 degrees and zenith means it was directly overhead.
i guess the officer of the deck didn't understand and he was like "what the hell? how can you see the name on that plane? do you have night goggles?"
so yeah. haha!
i saw a plane afew minutes later and called it in to the bridge.
the bridge answered "the ood (officer of the deck) wants to know, what is the name of that contact?"
"jillian" i said. "she looks rather neauteral right now, but we better not piss her off. i think she has fangs. so lets leave her alone."
and tons of funny shit goes down on a ship underway.
i got my anthrax shot the other day and i saw my divo in line behind me, waiting to get his shot.
"are you ready mr.tony?" i asked
and he just smiled back at me "how are you doing guerci?"
and i made sure to scream real loud when i got my shot. for effect, you know? "ooooo! it feels good!"
yeah. i know i'm a bad kid.
cmc (command master chief) saw me later, sanding. he was like "are you guys screwing off because you have big smiles for deck department."
i told him "i just got my anthrax shot. i love gettting shots."
"which arm did you get shot?" he asked
and i told him. of course i was sanding with the other arm...
"then you are sanding with the wrong arm, shipmate!"
yeah. anyhow i'm telling too many lame stories. la-de-da.
i have so much too talk about actualy and so little time to orgonise my thoughts. i'm done.
if only i wasn't graded
and that's how deck is
i'm graded on everything
and i'm expected to be perfect
that's the standard
funny thing. parkhurst charged the hose and it was my job to relive a little pressure. yeah. relieve his hose? kinda let a little water out down the hausepipe. but i wasn't sure how to work the nossle (to set stream rather than spray) so he took a hold of the nossle. i moved the piece down and i guess we accidentaly turned the water on and he shot himself all down the front. ack!
i just fucked everything up today. on the bridge i called for the officer of the deck when i meant to ask for the conning officer (big difference). and i mixed up my steering units and i got the steering course all jacked up. i'm just a retard behind the helm. yeah.
actualy nothing is so funny about that.
i decided to quit white's pit (pimp in training) program because it isn't working for me. haha! actualy, i'm not sure if i ever took it so seriously. but lauren said that it was gay and that if i continued with the pit excersises (like pickup lines and such) that she would never sleep with me. big bummer! of course, white says that i'm just a pit and not a complete pimp yet, so my pimp juice might be a little pre-mature and undesirable.
example of pimp language:
"hey baby. you got to hoe up or blow up. make your next move your best move."
translation: you gotta either jump on my dick or leave. whatever you do, make sure you do the right thing. (jump on my dick)
so yeah. i'm not a pimp. i'm guerci. and i decided that white should be my git (guerci in training) and learn to be more like me. then he could take this tenaseee chick off my hands. i mean she's cute as anything but yeah. i'm with someone. i'm not in the market? and this pimp is strictly exclusive. one client at a time? haha... or something. nevermind.
i was on watch last night and aft look out said something like "i have an air contact at 260. zenith."
that means he saw a plane with a relative bearing of 260 degrees and zenith means it was directly overhead.
i guess the officer of the deck didn't understand and he was like "what the hell? how can you see the name on that plane? do you have night goggles?"
so yeah. haha!
i saw a plane afew minutes later and called it in to the bridge.
the bridge answered "the ood (officer of the deck) wants to know, what is the name of that contact?"
"jillian" i said. "she looks rather neauteral right now, but we better not piss her off. i think she has fangs. so lets leave her alone."
and tons of funny shit goes down on a ship underway.
i got my anthrax shot the other day and i saw my divo in line behind me, waiting to get his shot.
"are you ready mr.tony?" i asked
and he just smiled back at me "how are you doing guerci?"
and i made sure to scream real loud when i got my shot. for effect, you know? "ooooo! it feels good!"
yeah. i know i'm a bad kid.
cmc (command master chief) saw me later, sanding. he was like "are you guys screwing off because you have big smiles for deck department."
i told him "i just got my anthrax shot. i love gettting shots."
"which arm did you get shot?" he asked
and i told him. of course i was sanding with the other arm...
"then you are sanding with the wrong arm, shipmate!"
yeah. anyhow i'm telling too many lame stories. la-de-da.
i have so much too talk about actualy and so little time to orgonise my thoughts. i'm done.