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I would post specific articles I have written for the paper, but I don't really think anyone would be really interested. I would enjoy posting the photos I take more, but A) that's fucking high-maintenance and b) none of my good photos get published.
I'm home on leave for the weekend, and I thought I would be having a good time, but I'm not. I took time off from work for thius? I wasted 4 days? I want my leave back. My sister's driving me up the fucking wall. I wish she'd chill the fuck out. She's got some issues she needs to work out- not that I'm purveryor of all that is enlightening- I'm just frustrated.
I have a problem typing with my left hand. It's been pretty uncoordinated lately.
So now that I'm out of leave, I have no leave with which to take for that marathon in June- in lieu of that, I've set a crazy fuckin goal- the Ironman Triathalon in 2007. I'm crazy.
I keep trying to ask this girl out on base, but shit keeps coming up. Something always happens so I don't get a chance to see her when I'm supposed to, or plans come up, or we have to work, or we're away...
There's this airplane museum in PS that I've been to once with my buddy, but I want to go back tomorrow with my old man- I'm really looking foward to it.
I also want to make it out to Vegas this summer sometime, but I don't know if that'll happen or not. I usually have better things to spend my money on, like bills. Fuck a bill. = p
Honestly, I hope my sister doesn't move to Tucson. It's kind of selfish, but I hope she stays here in Palm Springs, or at least in Cali. I'm in no hurry to move off-base, in fact, I really like living in the dorms. It's less complicated, less drama. Fewer bills too.
I remember once I posted a long time ago about how I didn't know how to write, or how I didn't have any flow... that was YEARS ago... now I write for a living. That's weird to think about... and I like it too. I nenver thoght I'd end up being a writer- in fact, it wsn't even on the radar when I was growing up. I'm enjoying it now though.
I got to see the president Monday. (http://www.dm.af.mil/pa/news/2005/March_2005/DMweb%2003%2025.pdf) He landed at DM, he needed a place to park his plane. The plane, by the way, is fucking huge. Security was crazy. The secret service does not fuck around. I was pretty lucky, I was escorting media, so I got to get pretty close to him. Gov. Napolitano, Sen. McCain (who looks 20 years older in real life) and the other Az. senator were standing right in front of me, along with the Tucson mayor, whoever he is. It was cool to watch the jet taxi up and block out the sun and watch with everyone as the door opened. The first person to step out? An Air Force Master Sgt., representin'. (I'm so white...) They probably did that just cuz they landed on an AFB.
Eh, not much else I really want to say... I'll post tomorrow, I suppose.
I'm home on leave for the weekend, and I thought I would be having a good time, but I'm not. I took time off from work for thius? I wasted 4 days? I want my leave back. My sister's driving me up the fucking wall. I wish she'd chill the fuck out. She's got some issues she needs to work out- not that I'm purveryor of all that is enlightening- I'm just frustrated.
I have a problem typing with my left hand. It's been pretty uncoordinated lately.
So now that I'm out of leave, I have no leave with which to take for that marathon in June- in lieu of that, I've set a crazy fuckin goal- the Ironman Triathalon in 2007. I'm crazy.
I keep trying to ask this girl out on base, but shit keeps coming up. Something always happens so I don't get a chance to see her when I'm supposed to, or plans come up, or we have to work, or we're away...
There's this airplane museum in PS that I've been to once with my buddy, but I want to go back tomorrow with my old man- I'm really looking foward to it.
I also want to make it out to Vegas this summer sometime, but I don't know if that'll happen or not. I usually have better things to spend my money on, like bills. Fuck a bill. = p
Honestly, I hope my sister doesn't move to Tucson. It's kind of selfish, but I hope she stays here in Palm Springs, or at least in Cali. I'm in no hurry to move off-base, in fact, I really like living in the dorms. It's less complicated, less drama. Fewer bills too.
I remember once I posted a long time ago about how I didn't know how to write, or how I didn't have any flow... that was YEARS ago... now I write for a living. That's weird to think about... and I like it too. I nenver thoght I'd end up being a writer- in fact, it wsn't even on the radar when I was growing up. I'm enjoying it now though.
I got to see the president Monday. (http://www.dm.af.mil/pa/news/2005/March_2005/DMweb%2003%2025.pdf) He landed at DM, he needed a place to park his plane. The plane, by the way, is fucking huge. Security was crazy. The secret service does not fuck around. I was pretty lucky, I was escorting media, so I got to get pretty close to him. Gov. Napolitano, Sen. McCain (who looks 20 years older in real life) and the other Az. senator were standing right in front of me, along with the Tucson mayor, whoever he is. It was cool to watch the jet taxi up and block out the sun and watch with everyone as the door opened. The first person to step out? An Air Force Master Sgt., representin'. (I'm so white...) They probably did that just cuz they landed on an AFB.
Eh, not much else I really want to say... I'll post tomorrow, I suppose.