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Thursday, 19 November 2009

Currently
Memento Mori [Expanded Edition]
By Flyleaf
The Kind
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Life after 21



      Turning 21 was very fun! Well it was at first, later on that night things weren't quite as fun. I've had a few drinks before, but by no means am I a heavy weight. I do know my limit. So when I went to Huntington Beach to go to a few bars with my friends, I didn't plan on going past my limit. All was well until bar number two, when I very suddenly felt sick. Without any kind of warning my body decided to throw up all over the table I was at and the floor. After about the third time my friends walked me out of the bar and down to an alley where I threw up a few more times for good measure. Then it was back to the bar to drink water and try to enjoy the rest of the evening. At least that was the plan until I threw up again. Then it was back outside, back to the alley and a short walk was thrown in for good measure. Then it was back to the bar, past the agitated bouncer and back to my seat. Actually it was a seat near the one where I was sitting. My old seat seemed to be covered in and surrounded by vomit. So I sat there feeling a little out of it but better, at least until I threw up again. From there I don't remember much. I remember my friends constantly saying "He just turned 21! It's his birthday!" Apparently the other patrons and bartender were getting a little pissed that I kept throwing up everywhere. But upon hearing that it was my birthday everyone cooled down. At some point in the night a friend of mine made out with a 48 year old lady. He's 19. Not judging, but it was incredibly funny. The moral to this story is that I slept all day Sunday. Also drinking can be fun in moderation and on a full stomach.

      Currently I'm in one of the countries that in "an" waiting to get to our final destination. The good thing about this pit stop is being able to jump online and talk to loved ones via skype and Facebook and even Xanga. Also this base has some decent food. I'm surprised at the how good it is. This place has an issue with hot water in the showers but can't complain too much. Just have to get there at the right times. Other than that, I'm alive and well. On the flight over I managed to visit more countries than I ever have before, Newfoundland, Germany, Romania, some middle eastern country. That's always fun. Right now just taking things a day at a time. Not sure if I should be scared, nervous, maybe even a little excited.

      If I get a chance I will update and let you all know how I am and whats' going on. Until next time, take care!

Friday, 13 November 2009

It's almost here! I will be 21 tomorrow and then on Tuesday I'm leaving for Afghanistan. Not sure how I feel about that last part but just focused on how much fun I'm going to have tomorrow. Yes, I will drink responsibly, like everyone does on their 21st.

Eulogy by Ben Kenney

If I die from
Something so much less than smart
Know you’ve always held my heart
Even if we’re torn apart
If I leave you
Underdone and under whelmed
Just remember how it felt
Try to think of how it felt

I want my eulogy to say
He was the kind of friend that no one could replace
And I want my family to know,
That I love them more than words will ever show

If I miss my
Chance to make things right with you
Know how much I want it too
Know how much I need it too
Maybe someday
We’ll look back at this and laugh
Maybe this is all we have
Maybe this is all we have

I want my eulogy to say
He was the kind of friend that no one could replace
And I want my family to know,
That I love them more than words will ever show

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Currently
Warbreaker (Sci Fi Essential Books)
By Brandon Sanderson
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The Boy and his Butterfly

Smitten For The Mitten
(The Boy and his Butterfly)

       The car was borrowed from a friend. The term friend is used very loosely. Most friends would understand their buddy’s pursuit of a girl and how hard it can be without a car. A pursuit made even more difficult because the would be Romeo lives in a relatively isolated section of a large military base. This friend, the fiend, understood his buddy’s plight and decided to take advantage of him. In the fiends defense he is young, stupid, and has trouble seeing the world beyond himself. Not a fault of his own. He hasn’t lived long enough or had enough experiences to broaden his view. But here, at this moment, this friend is a fiend. The car was borrowed for quite a bit of money and the promise of a full gas tank.
        The boy in the drivers’ seat was ecstatic. Riding shotgun was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In his eyes one would be hard pressed to find someone more beautiful. On second thought Rosario Dawson is extremely beautiful herself. The boy smiled at this thought. The beautiful Butterfly next to him squeezed his hand and asked
      “What are you thinking?”
        The boy could only smile wider and laugh. “Nothing”
        “Liar!” Butterfly said in her sweet voice, her slight Columbian accent only barely noticeable. The boy loved her voice. Senorita. I can’t forget your eyes, your hair, your Spanish ass. I don’t care, what you tell the other guys. Just hear me out I’ll do what you say just... He smiled again as the familiar song played through his head.
       “And what’s so funny now?”
       “Nothing, love”
   “Liar!” Her accent was more pronounced now, and the boy couldn’t help but notice and adore it. “If I had super powers one of them would to be able to read minds”
         “Why? Why not something useful like super speed or strength?”
         “Because then I would always know what people are thinking. It’s useful to me.”
         The boy smiled and continued to drive. He kept his eyes on the road, or at least if he was a good driver then he would have. As it was, the boy couldn’t take his eyes off of the woman next to him. Even the boy would have to admit that he was blinded by her beauty. After all, he let himself get blackmailed by the fiend. After all, he ignored all the warnings from work. Yes, this is a workplace romance. Word got out about the boy and his Butterfly before they were even sure what they were. Immediately the boy was pulled aside and warned that his Butterfly wasn’t perfect. In fact she was a whore. To listen to all of his “concerned” co-workers that was the impression that he got. He was told to stay away from her. It’s like throwing a hot dog down a hallway, bro He was told that she is bad news. How does it feel to be up in something that five guys were just in?   He was told that she slept with anyone who showed a mild interest. I don’t even care that you stuck it in that nasty heifer just please, please, please tell me you used a condom He was told that she has been around the workplace, both here and at her old unit. Dude, you didn’t just lose your virginity to her, you lost it to everyone that works here The boy was told that she may have herpes; she certainly slept with a few people who did. Apparently she had bad habits and drunk too much, and was irresponsible, and was known for sleeping with many men. The boy was congratulated on ‘bagging’ someone in a higher position than him, then told to stay far away from this woman.
       The boy listened and humored all those who pulled him aside. The boy’s first thought was that this is all slander. He worked with these people day in and day out, and was privy to all the things they said to and about each other. Not to mention that these were all men who didn’t really respect women in the first place. As much as the boy wanted to shrug off what he was told, something kept pulling at him. The first thing was the fact that he often saw something approaching genuine concern in the eyes of those who pulled him aside. Considering that these were some of the same people who put him through the whole pocket holding ordeal, seeing something like concern in their eyes made him pause. The second thing was the fact that there were so many people saying the same exact thing about this one person. Now that doesn’t make it true. If you moved to a new community and everyone there tells you that your neighbor is a registered sex offender; even without looking it up for yourself you know that you wouldn’t call them to baby-sit your kids. You can kind of follow the boys thought process on that one.
       The boy is enamored. He ultimately dismisses everything that hears. He has not seen any behavior from her that even hinted at promiscuity. He chalks most of it up to lies, misunderstandings, hear-say, and ill-will, and cock blocking. Somewhere in all he heard there had to be some truth. Something that would dim the Butterfly’s glow. This went through the boy’s head, as did the fact that he was in a very similar situation in high school. The same things were said about that girl. He was pulled aside and warned then too. He ignored the warnings and wound up hurt. So much so that he thought he discovered perpetual motion in the form of his breaking heart. The boy was acutely aware of the similarities between now and the past. It had taken him a long time to get over her and he wasn’t eager to go through that kind of pain again. Despite everything, the Butterfly was still riding shotgun in the boy’s rental car. Like David Farragut said “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!” By the way, yes, it was the fiends’ car but the boy paid so much for it that we’ll car it a rental car from now on.
        The Butterfly was twenty six years old. Six years older than the boy. She had already been married and divorced. She almost got married a second time, but it ended before it made it to the altar. She had two kids 10 and 11, neither of which lived with her. The boy knew all these things, but he was blinded. Not just by her physical beauty but by her. She was very down to earth, and easy to get along with. She put the boy at ease whenever he was around her. She was funny, and had a great sense of humor; she would smile a lot and loved to laugh. She didn’t believe in making plans because, very early in her life, she was shown that things don’t always happen that way that you expect them to. However she did have a clear ideal of what she wanted in life and what she had to do to get to where she wanted to be. Despite the claims of her co-workers, she carried herself well and didn’t associate with many of the people she worked with. She is only human so she isn’t perfect, but she still radiates beauty even with flaws.
         They unpacked the groceries, and the boy then set about making chicken parmesan. It had been awhile since he had been around a kitchen. He hit his stride within a few minutes and everything starts to feel familiar again. The boy calls his Mom every so often for quick tips on things that he forgot.
         “Thank you! This is really good!”
         “You’re welcome. Your knives suck by the way”
         “No they don’t. Do they really?”
         “Yeah”
         “Do you think I should get some new ones? What’s wrong with mine?”
         “They work fine if all you ever wanted to cut was vegetables”
         “Haha shut up!”
         They finished eating and cleared away all the dishes.
         “Hey! You want to come watch True Blood in my room with me?” She asked. Her room had the newly bought fifty inch plasma TV in it.
         “Sure” the boy said.
         “Don’t get any funny thoughts in your head. We’re just watching TV. No dirty stuff!”
         “Haha whatever, I didn’t have a single dirty thought in my head”
         “Liar!”
         “Real talk”
         “Ahahaha you sound weird when you try to act black”
         “I am black” the boy said.
         “No you aren’t”
         “Yes I am”
         “Nope”
         “I think I would know a little better than you”
         “Yeah whatever huero”
   “Cochina”
         “Quarter-inch killer”
         “Skank”
         “Skank-lover”
         They laughed and went to her room. She put in disc three of season one and they made it midway through the first episode.
         The boy and his Butterfly were not a couple. They are friends. ‘Just friends’ as she often pointed out. The met at work. Out of the blue the boy found himself in need of a mailing address. Not trusting his other co-workers, he asked her if he could use her address to have his college transcripts sent to him. They exchanged numbers so he could call and remind her to add him to her mailing list. One day did he call and they wound up talking. Over time the boys’ admiration for the Butterfly grew. That is a lie. Literally the first day he saw her, the boy carried a torch for her. How clichéd right? One night they had sex. It was the first time for the boy he was scared and nervous but it was wonderful. They have hung out, and ‘hung’ out since. Each encounter would embed the Butterfly deeper into the boys’ heart. From day one his Butterfly told him that she was only looking for a friendship. She had just been hurt and needed to heal. The boy said okay and that he understood. He wanted to show her that he could be a good friend. Someone that she could rely on no matter what. He didn’t want to take advantage of her, just show that she had someone in her corner. He was content with being a friend, his heart was not. The boy was in lo-   The boy was just stupid.
       They lay in bed entwined in each other. She was half asleep and he completely happy.

We Were Infinite For A Moment

      “Huero”
      “Yes, love”
      He could tell that she was crying. He pulled her closer.
     “You know what sucks about relationships? Why they don’t work out? Because there is always one person in the relationship who is willing to 100% and another who is only willing to give like 30, no, 40%. Then things don’t work out and the person who gave 100% is left wishing that there was something that they can do. There isn’t but they still wish that there was. They start thinking that maybe if this happens then that other person will come back. They start wishing that things were different and they become miserable. No matter how much they hope or wish, no matter how deeply they care, things won’t change” She turned toward the boy and kissed him. “Thank you for being here”
       I held her until she fell asleep fully aware that I was on the verge of discovering perpetual motion again.

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

I'm going on leave to see my Mom and friends Friday! I can't wait! I need a break from this base and there people. I had all my wisdom teeth pulled wednesday. The top ones came out without too much fuss. Apparently the bottom ones had to be broken into fifty seven pieces and then pulled out. It was fun times, that day. Healing fairly well just can't wait to eat normal food again. One gets tired of noodles. Just finished a new project. Looking forward to sharing it with you all. Right now I must get off my wonderful internet capable phone and back to work.

Thursday, 15 October 2009

Currently
Love/Hate
By The Dream
Nikki
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They took my teeth!



      My mouth feels as though someone set of a claymore in it. Recently had all of my wisdom teeth pulled out. Actually the top ones were pulled out, apparently the bottom teeth had to be smashed into thirty-seven pieces then yanked out. The procedure itself wasn't too bad. The doctor gave me something to numb the area and despite the fact that I was sure that I was going to feel something, I didn't feel a single thing. Did feel him tugging and swinging about with his sledgehammer but no actual pain. After all the teeth were out, I immediately headed over to the pharmacy to pick up some Vicodin to take before the anesthetic wore off. With careful timing of when I take the pain meds I've been able to keep the pain at bay. However every now and then....

      Getting closer to that magical date! Actually it isn't so magical. However I'll be going on leave next week and I'll be able to see family and friends. I'm looking forward to being able to do that. And when I get back from leave I'll turn 21 on the 14th! Excited about being able to celebrate my birthday in the states. Not that I'll be doing much celebrating. I want to have a fairly quiet birthday, not looking forward to getting drunk and partying. (Although my co-workers keep threatening to kidnap me and subject me to a night of drunken fun)

      Other than that life is grand. Normal ups and downs and heartbreaks.