So today was one of those GoArmy.com commercials, where the locals walk up to you and ask if they could get their pictures taken with you. Yay. Except that I don't want anyone who enjoys life to go into the military. This job will sap your will to live. Unless you're like me, and free from the charms of brain-washing.
Today, I sat in the HMMW-V (Humvee, to all you civilian-types-uh) for eight hours while my ass got sore and eventually numb due to sitting for EIGHT FREAKING HOURS. I got a lot of crosswords, fill-it-ins and Sudoku puzzles done though. And I got to pose for pictures with the locals and have my humvee hit by the Brits. Those crazy British-types...[shake your head in disappointment]. But they were really cool anyway.
I bought me (or rather, to be grammatically correct: "I purchased for myself...") a gold-ish lighter that has Saddam on it. It shall be funny to claim that Saddam lights up my life... If only he would do the dishes and mow the lawn once in a while.
I picked the absolute worst time to volunteer for a deployment, I've found. My fiancee has been hitting up the anime conventions and having great anime-licious fun, whereas I have gotten to look at sand in the desert, and all the once-beautiful-now-busted architecture. Cool movies have come out, and I've only gotten to see them through bootleg movies in which you get the added bonus of a skewed picture, people-shaped silhouettes walking across the movie, and coughing/muffled dialogue. So I'm going to have to wait until I get home to see the movies. I really wanted to see The Prestige, too.
My internet has been down, because a sandstorm blew down the satellite relay tower that provides me my internet, so all the people I was actually pretty good about communicating with thought I was dead. I had to explain to them that I really wasn't dead, I was just unlucky. So now that I have internet again, I went to go blog about my lack of communication on Myspace, but the blog portion was not up. So now I have to wait to let everyone know I'm alive. I've only got a couple more months until I'm home, so I might just wait and surprise them. "Hey, mom, guess what? I'm not dead, but I need a ride home from the airport. Hello?"
Alright. Time for me to look at boobies and see if Myspace in still ate-up.
Today, I sat in the HMMW-V (Humvee, to all you civilian-types-uh) for eight hours while my ass got sore and eventually numb due to sitting for EIGHT FREAKING HOURS. I got a lot of crosswords, fill-it-ins and Sudoku puzzles done though. And I got to pose for pictures with the locals and have my humvee hit by the Brits. Those crazy British-types...[shake your head in disappointment]. But they were really cool anyway.
I bought me (or rather, to be grammatically correct: "I purchased for myself...") a gold-ish lighter that has Saddam on it. It shall be funny to claim that Saddam lights up my life... If only he would do the dishes and mow the lawn once in a while.
I picked the absolute worst time to volunteer for a deployment, I've found. My fiancee has been hitting up the anime conventions and having great anime-licious fun, whereas I have gotten to look at sand in the desert, and all the once-beautiful-now-busted architecture. Cool movies have come out, and I've only gotten to see them through bootleg movies in which you get the added bonus of a skewed picture, people-shaped silhouettes walking across the movie, and coughing/muffled dialogue. So I'm going to have to wait until I get home to see the movies. I really wanted to see The Prestige, too.
My internet has been down, because a sandstorm blew down the satellite relay tower that provides me my internet, so all the people I was actually pretty good about communicating with thought I was dead. I had to explain to them that I really wasn't dead, I was just unlucky. So now that I have internet again, I went to go blog about my lack of communication on Myspace, but the blog portion was not up. So now I have to wait to let everyone know I'm alive. I've only got a couple more months until I'm home, so I might just wait and surprise them. "Hey, mom, guess what? I'm not dead, but I need a ride home from the airport. Hello?"
Alright. Time for me to look at boobies and see if Myspace in still ate-up.
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The RFID will come in handy at some point im sure.. but right now, is a little redundant lol
Hope you are well ..
xox
I read your comment over in kinkynsweet's journal...
That was a highly astute and very well written observation.
I'm kind of curious as to what influences thoughts like that; I detect some zen-eastern thought in there, but it also makes me think about the meanings behind some of the story arcs I've read recently in Neil Gaiman's work.
Anyway, take care- and let me know how it's goin'.
AN