Was it good for you?

apparently, I have one of the 8 sweetest gigs in the AF - military broadcaster.

and you know, for the most part i do love my job. i love knowing whats going on all over base, talking to everyone and being in the middle of it all.

and then i hate the responsibility that comes with having everyone know me. i have a higher standard to live to because the wing commander knows my name, and they tend to massacre their favorites who fuck up.

eh. it’s kinda neat that other people think my job is cool.

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I Qweeeeiiiiiiit

my current class is pretty dumb. i don’t like the teacher, my classmates never participate, it’s a fucking waste of time.

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“I can walk faster than this jog”

“Okay, then lets jog faster”

“i can’t go any faster”

oh.

00:43:52;48 for a shtupid Halloween 5K, my first timed running event ever. freaking sweet. if for any reason i decide to get into this running thing, i’m going to keep a patch from every shirt and make a quilt.

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BlissfulNeglect

My mother emailed me today, asked halfway through if i like to read still, mentioning how much i used to never seem to get tired of reading when i was 10.

i don’t even know why it still bothers me that after 23 years my parents know almost nothing about me… but every time they ask glaringly obvious questions like that, it slaps me. again.

especially considering i emailed her the picture of me reading while waiting at the doctors office, mentioning “this was me, waiting to be seen. reading, always, haha”

you, dear stranger, how would you take that statement? pretend you didn’t give birth to me, or live with me for 14 years – how would you interpret someone laughing about even reading at the doctors office?

seriously.

oh  and my little sister got married sometime within the last few days – i suppose i should thank her because now i don’t have to fly out to Seattle twice in the span of a few months for two sibling weddings. does this mean i have to get her a wedding present?

 

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Georgia on My Mind

Psych – it’s not Georgia, it’s babies. Little bouncing, drooling, spitting, pooping, powdered, sweet-smelling babies. Cute little things that ruin the vagina. Pretty little girls or boys that are expensive and adorable, that cancel date nights or pool games or drinking capabilities.

Obviously i’m a little torn on how i feel about reproducing.

On one hand, theoretically, it’s the ultimate manifestation of the love between two people. At the same time, chicks get pregnant during one night stands, sex with ex’s, moments of curiosity etc etc. Which cheapens the whole ‘ultimate manifestation’ thing.

The other hand – i think reproducing is the biggest expression of vanity a couple (one that gets pregnant on purpose anyways) can have. I’m guilty of it of course, i’ve totally wondered what my genes and somebody elses would come out like. In fact, whenever i meet a brilliant person it totally crosses my mind that maybe i should club them, drag them back to my cave and fuck the shit out of them until i’m brooding our amazing progeny. Survival of the fittest means that i want my offspring to be gawjus, smart, athletic and musically breathtaking.

this particular rant is based on the recent discovery that one of my very bestest friends from high school is pregant. dude, i still get a little jolt whenever i’m on facebook and notice that her name is changed now, how am i supposed to adjust to a baby? then it hit me that out of my circle of friends in highschool i’m one of two that isn’t passionately in love with their spouse and/or pregnant and/or already has a kid. i don’t know if the other girl really counts because the other girl has been dating the same guy since we graduated hs and i’m pretty sure they’re getting hitched whenever they finish grad school. Yeah, doesn’t count.

let me think — my longest stretch of a relationship was to…. um…. i think CT, the guy i was dating right before i joined the military. that lasted close to a year, and we only split up because it will be years and years and years before i ever even might possibly live near him again. 

i think the real issue isn’t that another girl under 25 is pregnant but that it makes me insecure. when did my friends grow up? how did i get left behind? i’m turning 24 next year and still an epic fail at so many things – so how are my peers possibly old enough to be nursing? man i still haven’t decided if theres any actual noticible difference in washing your clothes in warm vs cold water, and my friends are going over stuff likelikelikelike um putting together baby cribs. what the ef man!

 i’m just too selfish. i like expensive gadgets, being extremely drunk, and playing video games for hours. a kid just wouldn’t fit.

 

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Blue Black Buggies

it breaks my heart to realize that if this were a four month deployment my replacement would be here right now and i would be home soon.

fuck this stupid slump.

Classic

Oink oink?

I’ve been feeling poorly for the last week or so.. finally went to go see the doc who put me on bed rest and eighty million medicines.. they drew a bunch of blood and did a flu test. I said “flu test?? liiiikkkeeee…. swine flu test?” She kind of grunted at me. So i asked her what the symptoms for swine flu are, she said ‘pretty much everything you have.’ Oh.

i’m supposed to check back in after two days if i didn’t feel better.

as soon as Yank is done with her captions she’s driving me back over to the hospital.

wish me luck ay

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Oh Ho Hum

Yesterday I went on a photographic expedition with Yank… we played some pool, met [hotguys] the fire department, talked to some popo’ and hung out with a C-130 crew as they were loading up. Her job is so much effing cooler than mine.. Check out my  good pics of the day.

Me, Hard at Work

Lock and Loadeeeddddddd

The requirements for the video-program-at-Syracuse-that-i’m-hoping-to-get-into-for-next-year-came-out-today.

As best as i can understand the military gobblety-gook, i have to turn in 3 EPRS, a letter of recommendation, and two videos – one being controlled and one uncontrolled action. Not quitequite sure what controlled action i could pull together out here but hey, i’ll try.

i was reading over the criteria for submissions for Military Videographer of the year and i think i’m going to re-cut my EOD video to authorized music and submit it. The coolest song I can find is by one of the AF’s bands called Lock and Loaded. It’s sweet for the most part except for where it goes into the core values… yadayadayada. They are great and should definitely be followed, but really, cheesy songs about them??? ack.

 

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