Lol i just type a long ass blog about my thoughts on life just now. Tried to edited a typo, forgot to click the dialog box, hit the backspace, and went back a page losing eveything I spent 20 mins typing. How much does that suck!
Living in El Paso, Texas right across the border from what's probably the safest city in the World, Juaez, Chiuaua, Mexico, I ofter got "Lost in Translation" lol. Being free from my 6 sentense of active duty, and being released back into the World of normal living. I now find myself "lost in transition" (Ha there should be a movie with that exact title about something of similar circumstances). Wow when I think about how this looks, this is such a great time for some 420 friendly stuff to be rolled & smoked up.
My friends are still my friends, but they are all far away, and none of them here near home. And, home is opnly home cause my family is here, and for the most part this is where I grew up. But, I don't talk to the people I went to High School with, though I've thought about just dropping a few "let's catch up" messages on Facebook. Usually the move wouldn't affect me, because I knew that in my next unit there would always be people like me, and someone with similar interest. but, I'm not in the Army anymore, and there isn't a new unit, with new people doing the same thing. Besides partying, I don't know what to do around civilian people. I'm lost. I frequent the gym, but that's hardly a place to meet new people i think. I go to Junior College right now, but again, I don't know what to say to anybody. I'm so out of my element, I'm always uncomfortable around people now.
I'm so easy to hangout with, and I can get along with just about anybody. But, I'm not the type to just start random conversation with ppl. I lovenot dealing with the military bullshit anymore, but at the same time I miss the people and the lifestyle.
THIS FUCKIN SUCKS SG!
My friends are still my friends, but they are all far away, and none of them here near home. And, home is opnly home cause my family is here, and for the most part this is where I grew up. But, I don't talk to the people I went to High School with, though I've thought about just dropping a few "let's catch up" messages on Facebook. Usually the move wouldn't affect me, because I knew that in my next unit there would always be people like me, and someone with similar interest. but, I'm not in the Army anymore, and there isn't a new unit, with new people doing the same thing. Besides partying, I don't know what to do around civilian people. I'm lost. I frequent the gym, but that's hardly a place to meet new people i think. I go to Junior College right now, but again, I don't know what to say to anybody. I'm so out of my element, I'm always uncomfortable around people now.
I'm so easy to hangout with, and I can get along with just about anybody. But, I'm not the type to just start random conversation with ppl. I lovenot dealing with the military bullshit anymore, but at the same time I miss the people and the lifestyle.
THIS FUCKIN SUCKS SG!
I wanna meet some new people, find some great hangout spots, don't know where to start...I'm so lost as a civilian.
Is it just me, or does Whitney on the Real L Word rock. That girl is gorgeous, and she is a fuckin player. So much for the "girls treat you better" POV.
Well i'm no longer in the Active Army, stuck in the reserves for a little over a year though. I'm still stuck in El Paso, waiting to get paid so I can drive home. Lol, I really need to learn how to manage my funds.
After I get back to Illinois, I need to focus on getting into school and doing my best at it.
After I get back to Illinois, I need to focus on getting into school and doing my best at it.
Ahhh the countdown begins, almost done with my second and last deployment. Almost done with livin in a damn tent, eating half assed food, sub-standard gym, trailer showers with a limited water supply and ever more limited hot water, shitty ass port-a-johns, fuckin' Iraq. And, even better, almost finished with the Army. On 12 July 2010 at 000 (12:00 a.m.) I will be done with early morning wake ups and driving to PT, no more dumb ass details, listening to wack ass know it all who think they are godly because of some stripes or brass, uncomfortable ACUs, ACHs, IOTVs, M16/M4, Class As, combat boots, retarded ceremonies, customs and courtesies, 670-1, article 15 threats, and freedom to smoke a blunt when i damn well please...i could do this all day and night, but i think you get it. I'LL BE DONE!!!!
It's like 80 somethin' fuckin degrees outside right now, and it'sChristmas Eve!
This is one of two holidays i really enjoy being home for, it's always nice hangin out with my mom for Christmas. I loe the cold, the snow, the atmosphere, and the energy in Chicago during this time. But, NOOOOOOOO i'm stuck here, in this place, hot as fuck, not even feelin like a holiday in Iraq
...oh well, there is always next year.
This is one of two holidays i really enjoy being home for, it's always nice hangin out with my mom for Christmas. I loe the cold, the snow, the atmosphere, and the energy in Chicago during this time. But, NOOOOOOOO i'm stuck here, in this place, hot as fuck, not even feelin like a holiday in Iraq...oh well, there is always next year.
Ok, so it’s 0558 (5:58 a.m.) Kuwait time, and I was laying in bed waiting for 0630 so I can go eat breakfast. I started thinking about random things, my usual, music, sports, girls, money, clothes, and my future. The whole Army thing is pretty much a ghost in my head, these thoughts are my escape from all that. I always think about being a civilian again and doing something that I would love to do, something I wouldn’t easily grow tired of. But, of course something I can still make a living, survive, and live at least somewhat comfortable doing. I love music more then anything. To me music is the backbone to my generation, the one before, and all that follow. It is a big part of our culture, and has become such a big sub-culture across the world. Music and the rest pf the entertainment industry all tie into one another along with fashion.
A few months ago I was surfing the net, on I think Facebook, and ran across a link to a sort of music technical school if you will, call The Dub Spot. I school that provides courses in production, DJ turntables, and even how to read a party crowd if you’re party DJ. I thought, “damn, this is the perfect place for me…how come I never knew about this?” And of all places this school is in the birthplace of Hip-Hop, New York City. Oh, before I forget to mention, prior to this day my intent was to go to school in my home state of Illinois for a computer engineering degree. Which is not a bad plan, it has success written all over it, and it was safe. Like I said though, there is nothing I love more then music. So, I started submitting my personal information to get more information on the school. I was so excited, I knew that this was it for me, this is what I wanted. I even emailed my mom and told her I no longer wanted to go to school in Illinois for a engineering degree, and a friends from the SG site. But, then I had another change of heart as I though about how much of a risk it would be to pursue this dream. Using my military school benefits for a degree in engineering sounded normal, level headed, and safe. Using those benefit’s a music school, not even a formal school, sounded like a big risk to take and take the chance of not actually going anywhere with it. So, I emailed my mom and told her that I didn’t want to risk it, and I would go through with my original plans of school in IL. Knowing me as well as my mom does, she asked if I was sure, and that she knew how much going to the music school would please me, “you should follow your heart and do what makes you happy” she wrote to me. I love my mom, there is no person on this earth who knows me better, but I still didn’t want to chance it.
Which brings us to the here and now. Morning at LSA Adder in Iraq, waiting for breakfast. I thought to myself, “what about journalism?” If I went to school for that I could become a pretty good writer and maybe even photographer, and possibly get a job working for any number of entertainment magazines, TV networks, or internet sites (SG was at the top of that list). And even better I would get a chance to travel all over and be closer then ever to the things I love. Not just Music, all sorts of entertainment, and fashion! It was such an inspiration that I did something I never do, with the urge to write my thoughts down and share, I picked up my net book and started typing. “I will make this a blog on SG , Facebook, and Myspace. This will be my first blog that really truly means something to me.” Lol, I kind of feel like Jerry Mcguire when he had his epiphany of “Less Clients.”
A few months ago I was surfing the net, on I think Facebook, and ran across a link to a sort of music technical school if you will, call The Dub Spot. I school that provides courses in production, DJ turntables, and even how to read a party crowd if you’re party DJ. I thought, “damn, this is the perfect place for me…how come I never knew about this?” And of all places this school is in the birthplace of Hip-Hop, New York City. Oh, before I forget to mention, prior to this day my intent was to go to school in my home state of Illinois for a computer engineering degree. Which is not a bad plan, it has success written all over it, and it was safe. Like I said though, there is nothing I love more then music. So, I started submitting my personal information to get more information on the school. I was so excited, I knew that this was it for me, this is what I wanted. I even emailed my mom and told her I no longer wanted to go to school in Illinois for a engineering degree, and a friends from the SG site. But, then I had another change of heart as I though about how much of a risk it would be to pursue this dream. Using my military school benefits for a degree in engineering sounded normal, level headed, and safe. Using those benefit’s a music school, not even a formal school, sounded like a big risk to take and take the chance of not actually going anywhere with it. So, I emailed my mom and told her that I didn’t want to risk it, and I would go through with my original plans of school in IL. Knowing me as well as my mom does, she asked if I was sure, and that she knew how much going to the music school would please me, “you should follow your heart and do what makes you happy” she wrote to me. I love my mom, there is no person on this earth who knows me better, but I still didn’t want to chance it.
Which brings us to the here and now. Morning at LSA Adder in Iraq, waiting for breakfast. I thought to myself, “what about journalism?” If I went to school for that I could become a pretty good writer and maybe even photographer, and possibly get a job working for any number of entertainment magazines, TV networks, or internet sites (SG was at the top of that list). And even better I would get a chance to travel all over and be closer then ever to the things I love. Not just Music, all sorts of entertainment, and fashion! It was such an inspiration that I did something I never do, with the urge to write my thoughts down and share, I picked up my net book and started typing. “I will make this a blog on SG , Facebook, and Myspace. This will be my first blog that really truly means something to me.” Lol, I kind of feel like Jerry Mcguire when he had his epiphany of “Less Clients.”
