25 things, or some shit.

1. I don't often open up about myself
2. I'm a legend in my spare time
3. I love CSI shows
4. I also like Law and Order shows
5. I'm also a fan of Lawyer centric shows, Boston Legal, The Practice
6. I ♥ Trek re-runs
7. I'm learning to play the Ukulele
8. I'm an information-aholic. I google and wiki many things that perk my interest
9. Ending sentences with periods is for bitches
10. I love being in the Navy but I hate being away from home
11. I strive to be excellent to my friends
21. I think I'm dyslexic
13. I hate chatting with people who don't use full words
14. I don't like chatting with people who can't spell
15. I play DnD and enjoy it thoroughly
16. I used to be an admin/admin instructor for the number 1 TF2, COD, CS:S, L4D, INS, DoD:S in the world
17. I miss living in San Diego more than I miss living in Loveland :-(
18. I have no aim or goal in life
19. I'm a horrible procrastinator (I meant to write this a month ago)
20. I've been described as "Yeah you're an asshole, but you're our asshole and we love you for it"
21. I'm shy
22. I ♥ Joss Whedon
23. I try to leave my mark everywhere I go
24. I love/hate myself sometimes
25. I love a good argument
26. BONUS! I always hit space two times after using punctuation. I didn't prior to this sting and it drove me crazy
27. BONUS!! I sing in the car. I've repeated the same song over 20 times, singing it all the while, on my way to some far off destination.
28. Bonus!!! Amtgard for life!

The future.

Fuck the future! Live for now!

Unfortunately I'm a horrible planner. Pending a reenlistment, in less than 257 days I will be ending the active duty component of my enlistment in the US Navy. I started counting down when I hit 1200 days. Unfortunately I didn't really start to think about what to do when the day finally arrived until about 100 days ago. I am not worried about food in my belly or a roof over my head. I am worried about finding work, and putting money in my pocket. Life isn't about your paycheck you may say. You are correct, however, honest life is about settling your debts. You know and I don't even think that I would mind flipping burgers so much. Because I know that when my workshift ended I would be off the hook. I wouldn't have to worry about standing watch over the fryers or manning the counter from midnight to 8am even though nobody is around. I might even enjoy being wrong about something, as long as I am wrong on principle, not because I don't have enough chevrons on my sleeve/shirt collar. It's been a fun ride, and I don't begrudge anybody who decides to stick with it. I just don't think this life is for me. It shreds me up whenever I have to drive back to base.

I'm tired of:

• Coming home to visit
  
• Room inspections
• Uniform inspections
• Being wrong due to rank
• Uneven praise for a well done job
• Country club politics
• The world passing me by
• Every time I think about reenlisting something stupid happens to remind me why I started counting down at day 1200.
• Being punished for things idiots did in years past
  

I will miss:

• The level of camaraderie
• The feeling I get when I put on my dress uniform
• Stability
• Financial certainty
• Other things that are hard to scribe

Meh, I kinda wanted to add some other stuff maybe....but I started this like 2 hours ago so I'm just gonna post it already.

Amtgard around me.

Pretty much anywhere within 2-3 hours of me is within what I consider an acceptable travel distance. Depending on tournaments and events however, I might be compelled to go farther.

So far out of the places I've been to I liked Eagleshire the most. It's down in Denton, Texas. There's a lot of experience down there and I could learn a lot.

Midnight Rain in Meeker, OK was...Okay. They did class battles all day and generally don't play the flavor of Amtgard that I'm most fond of. I plan on going there every now and again to try and instill in them the love of line fighting. I won't try and change them though, they're already having fun. I'll just try to warp them a 'lil bit so we jive a little better.

Five Banners, Tulsa, OK wasn't bad. I'm told that they usually field about 5-6 more fighters than they had today but that's cool. I showed up just in time for the class battle. I made a pretty immediate impression when I killed half their team and as a legged monk rushed in against their last couple doods. Later in the day we did an Iron Man tourney with retain wounds. I took first in it. I'm sure I would have had more consecutive wins if it weren't for the retention of wounds, but oh well, I still got the W. I'm a little disappointed with myself for how many times I died to a couple of the players. They were throwing shots I wasn't used to and I failed to adequetely adapt. I know the shots now though, and I'll be watching for em.

Met a dude named Sanyo who likes to travel around. I'll probably hit a couple various locations with him over the next year or so, it'll be cool.

I think I did a decent job keeping my hands in the box, and returning there after my shots. I still need to work on my body mechanics as a whole however. I'm using MC sticks now and my old style of throwing my shots using my shoulder on down tires me out quickly.
I need to work on my power generation and transfer as well as my footwork.
I need to stop fighting with my shield so much so I can develop my lefty shots.
Picture Unrelated.

Restructuring the format

I'm restructuring, meaning I'm tossing structure to the wind. Fuck it. Structure and a schedule was holding me back from just typing at will, and that's not what I'm after here.

Procrastination, it makes me want to punch babies.

I don't know why I do it. But it seems that everytime I have to meet some deadline that involves me packing my things, or moving I always put it off to the last moment. I've known that I was moving for months. Yet I didn't finally start getting things in order until this week. It's the same deal when I go on leave. I stay up all night and pack all my shit in the morning in a mad rush to make it on time. It might be me trying to hold on to what I have. Not letting go until the last possible moment. I could be that I'm an immature prole who shuns the responsibility entailed in running ones own life. I prefer to believe I just have problems letting go. Well back to packing I go. I'm gonna have to check out with my squadron completely in the morning. As well as turn all my modem and shit into Sprint. Balls... I hate moving.

Dinner is on me.

I have a little lesson to teach you about restaurant etiquette. Saturday night my friends and I went to 'On The Border' after Amtgard. There were about ten of us and as most of us know large numbers make things hectic for the wait staff. To make things easier on herself our waitress decided to give us a pitcher of Coke. As she was placing the pitcher on the table fate stepped in and the pitcher tipped. Mostly onto the table, and partially onto me. I screamed and I hollered, and sat there quietly and wiped up the mess. The waitress returned with napkins and apologized profusely. I told her it was fine, life happens and not to worry about it. She told me the pitcher was on the house. Free drinks! Booyah! We proceeded to order our food, my friend Nick ordered the same thing I did. When the staff brought out our food I let Nick get his plate first. I'm in no hurry and what's it really matter? Lo and behold our tables' ticket had gotten messed up. I assume the waitress either forgot to mark 2x grilled enchiladas or the chefs didn't see that there were two being ordered. Who knows, the point is my plate was delayed. Our waitress spoke to her boss, and then told me that dinner would be free as well. Free dinner Booyah!!

Moral of the story. If somebody in your party orders the same thing as you, be polite and let them get served first.

Whaaaaa

I don't think I could ever understand why emos are emos. I'm pretty sure I would want to kick my own ass if I ever came close to adopting that type of mentality. There are people who will sit in a dark room and listen to sad music because so and so said this about that. Or because 'she never called me back' or 'He never paid me back my 10 dollars'. Boo friggen who. Sometimes they don't even really have a reason, they're just 'in a mood'. Christ on a cracker, I was listening to the radio a while back and this chick called in and said something to the tune of "Can you play a sad song? I'm in a sad mood and want to hear a sad song". The appeasing DJ complied and played some 3 minute 23 second long ballad that made me want to go postal. Because little miss cut thighs had a crappy day she decided to subject us to some whiney voiced tight pant wearing metro wearing eye shadow.

"I think somebody is making fun of me... As soon as I find them I'm gonna cry about it"

Then there's an entire genre of mental cases who cut themselves....

How is that going to make anything better? Well my girlfriend dumped me, so I slashed my thigh... I'm feeling meh now though!

I'm gonna end this though, I have to goto bed because my CO is making the command do a formation run tomorrow. I hate formation runs! I'm gonna turn off all my lights, sit in the corner and contemplate what it is to hate the world.