Flip Van Winkle
Damn dude. I haven't been on livejournal since March and now this shit's gone all fancy-schmancy and neato and shit.
Anyways, I'm back and not expecting anyone to leave comments or anything because no one remembers me.
Haha, damn, I actually look like my profile pic again. I used to have the buzzed 1 on the side, 2 on top hair, but now that it's summer-summertiiiime, I let my hair grow out and I went out and bought hairgel for the first time since graduating from high school.
Ohhhh ROTC. How you made me bleed and sweat and cut my hair and get good grades and march around with a rifle and wake up at 0500 every weekday.
It's all good, 3 years' worth of full tuition plus a monthly allowance and a book stipend at the beginning of each semester is a pretty fair return.
(For all of you considering ROTC, don't worry, it's not as strenuous as I make it out to be, as long as you apply for the scholarship before you start college. I was all up into ROTC extra-curriculars because I was competing for a scholarship even though I would have gotten one if I applied during HS, but I was all up into everything like drill team and shit, and also Marquette is probably among the Top 5 Navy ROTC Units in the nation. Atleast you'd think so after consistently earning 1st or 2nd place at NROTC meets across the nation.)
Anyways, I'm on LJ because RJ is lonely and bored, as you saw under my "mood."
I'm stuck in Perry Hall, MD without a car. Mom's taking summer classes for her Master's degree and she commutes 52 miles to her school down in DC. I sold my The Jeep (I still refuse to call him "Miko", sorry Hope) before going off to Marquette, so I have no way of getting around. Luckily, my job is just a football field away.
"Would you like any cheese or dipping sauce with your frings?"
Damn, lucky me, I get to work at THE Corporate Cheeburger Cheeburger restaurant where the Corporate Trainer is my neighbor. That means EVERYTHING has got to be flawless and perfect and in order. And I thought I was taking a break from regimented bullshit.
Anyways, I am lonely. All you fuckers up in Rhode Island...unless you moved away to a place you've never been before, stop complaining. You have your friends up there. I have no one but the fuckers I work with. Sure they're aight, but they're not my peepz, not my nigros, not my homies, not my Kellys, KTs (1 and 2), Candices, Megans, not my Brennas, Mollys, not my theatre geeks n techies, not everyone I may have taken for granted by not naming right now but should know I miss them dearly as well...
Perry Hall is much like Portsmouth, though. Mostly rich white kids, yup. Boring as hell, yup. But just a short DRIVE away, there's some pretty cool shit. Too bad I don't have a ride. It's not like I don't make friends at work, but none of them seem to like me much. I guess I'm not as outgoing? I don't really care though, I went there to get paid, not make friends. I am friendly and shit though...I guess just not friendly enough. Fuck it.
I miss you all so much with such an intensity that would make you orgasm, but it leaves me empty and numb. (Yeah, I guess I am kinda horny too, because although it's only been a couple months, I still haven't seen my girlfriend.)
In two weeks, my Mom and Grandma will go back to the Philippines for a couple weeks. I elected not to because it's too damn expensive not only to go there, but to find a place for the dog. Also, I need to increase my PT sessions before I head back to Marquette on 14AUG to help orient the incoming 4/C Midshipmen (freshman in Navy and Marine Corps ROTC).
LEFT, LEFT, LEFFFT RIGHTY LEFT RIGHT! (they repeat)
LO RIGHT LAY-UH (they repeat)
A LEFTY RIGHTY LAY-OH (they repeat)
A, LET ME TELL YA A STORY BOUTA HOW I CAME TO BE! (they repeat)
A MEAN MALE NURSE THROUGH R-O-T-C (they hesitate but eventually repeat with a very confused tone)
So yeah, pretty much all I did this summer was work and workout. I do not like being under the constant bickering of my mom and grandma. I do not like being friendless and hangoutless. My only joy really comes when I talk to my girlfriend who is 2003.99 miles away (yeah, I mapquested it), but talking on the phone is nothing compared to actual interaction. Don't tell my girlfriend, but I would trade an hour-long phone conversation with her for 10 minutes with even an acquaintance from RI.
She'd understand though, I'm gonna see her in about a month from now. But for all you people up in RI...I have no idea when I'll see any of you again.
Bored. And Lonely.
That's all for now.
Take care and God Bless you all.
Peace
Anyways, I'm back and not expecting anyone to leave comments or anything because no one remembers me.
Haha, damn, I actually look like my profile pic again. I used to have the buzzed 1 on the side, 2 on top hair, but now that it's summer-summertiiiime, I let my hair grow out and I went out and bought hairgel for the first time since graduating from high school.
Ohhhh ROTC. How you made me bleed and sweat and cut my hair and get good grades and march around with a rifle and wake up at 0500 every weekday.
It's all good, 3 years' worth of full tuition plus a monthly allowance and a book stipend at the beginning of each semester is a pretty fair return.
(For all of you considering ROTC, don't worry, it's not as strenuous as I make it out to be, as long as you apply for the scholarship before you start college. I was all up into ROTC extra-curriculars because I was competing for a scholarship even though I would have gotten one if I applied during HS, but I was all up into everything like drill team and shit, and also Marquette is probably among the Top 5 Navy ROTC Units in the nation. Atleast you'd think so after consistently earning 1st or 2nd place at NROTC meets across the nation.)
Anyways, I'm on LJ because RJ is lonely and bored, as you saw under my "mood."
I'm stuck in Perry Hall, MD without a car. Mom's taking summer classes for her Master's degree and she commutes 52 miles to her school down in DC. I sold my The Jeep (I still refuse to call him "Miko", sorry Hope) before going off to Marquette, so I have no way of getting around. Luckily, my job is just a football field away.
"Would you like any cheese or dipping sauce with your frings?"
Damn, lucky me, I get to work at THE Corporate Cheeburger Cheeburger restaurant where the Corporate Trainer is my neighbor. That means EVERYTHING has got to be flawless and perfect and in order. And I thought I was taking a break from regimented bullshit.
Anyways, I am lonely. All you fuckers up in Rhode Island...unless you moved away to a place you've never been before, stop complaining. You have your friends up there. I have no one but the fuckers I work with. Sure they're aight, but they're not my peepz, not my nigros, not my homies, not my Kellys, KTs (1 and 2), Candices, Megans, not my Brennas, Mollys, not my theatre geeks n techies, not everyone I may have taken for granted by not naming right now but should know I miss them dearly as well...
Perry Hall is much like Portsmouth, though. Mostly rich white kids, yup. Boring as hell, yup. But just a short DRIVE away, there's some pretty cool shit. Too bad I don't have a ride. It's not like I don't make friends at work, but none of them seem to like me much. I guess I'm not as outgoing? I don't really care though, I went there to get paid, not make friends. I am friendly and shit though...I guess just not friendly enough. Fuck it.
I miss you all so much with such an intensity that would make you orgasm, but it leaves me empty and numb. (Yeah, I guess I am kinda horny too, because although it's only been a couple months, I still haven't seen my girlfriend.)
In two weeks, my Mom and Grandma will go back to the Philippines for a couple weeks. I elected not to because it's too damn expensive not only to go there, but to find a place for the dog. Also, I need to increase my PT sessions before I head back to Marquette on 14AUG to help orient the incoming 4/C Midshipmen (freshman in Navy and Marine Corps ROTC).
LEFT, LEFT, LEFFFT RIGHTY LEFT RIGHT! (they repeat)
LO RIGHT LAY-UH (they repeat)
A LEFTY RIGHTY LAY-OH (they repeat)
A, LET ME TELL YA A STORY BOUTA HOW I CAME TO BE! (they repeat)
A MEAN MALE NURSE THROUGH R-O-T-C (they hesitate but eventually repeat with a very confused tone)
So yeah, pretty much all I did this summer was work and workout. I do not like being under the constant bickering of my mom and grandma. I do not like being friendless and hangoutless. My only joy really comes when I talk to my girlfriend who is 2003.99 miles away (yeah, I mapquested it), but talking on the phone is nothing compared to actual interaction. Don't tell my girlfriend, but I would trade an hour-long phone conversation with her for 10 minutes with even an acquaintance from RI.
She'd understand though, I'm gonna see her in about a month from now. But for all you people up in RI...I have no idea when I'll see any of you again.
Bored. And Lonely.
That's all for now.
Take care and God Bless you all.
Peace