Flash's findings

Not bad.

2005-12-14T20:37:00.000-08:00

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At a Loss For Words

2005-12-02T13:13:00.001-08:00

The shambles of my shattered heart have finally been swept up and thrown away. I have recently discovered that the girl of my dreams, the girl that I have been hopelessly, helplessly, deeply, madly in love with for the last 5 or 6 years has found another. Turns out he's better for her than I am and I'm disgusted with it. She is REALLY happy now. Not that she wasn't before. Some people might say, "well just be happy for her." FUCK that! I want this guy to die a long, horrible, grotesque, painful death. "How dare he have the nerve and audasity to steal her heart." Am I wrong for feeling this way? NO! Not at all. She told me that she felt the same way when she learned that I was dating someone else for a short while. I suppose it would be about time for me to crawl into a whole and die myself.

Dos Svedonia,
Paka,
Bis dan,
chuess,
auf veidersain,
Peace, I'm out.

Fair winds, and following seas.

"When you out live your usefulness, there will be no need for you to exist."

-Scott A. Austin

At a Loss For Words

2005-12-02T13:13:00.000-08:00

-Scott A. Austin

It couldn't have been better if I wrote myself.

2005-11-30T10:04:00.001-08:00

The is by far my favorite album ever. Less Than Jake hit the nail right on the f*ckin' head. This is the most accurate CD that I'd found to fit my over all emotions. This is one song from it. It' s called:

The Ghosts of You and Me.

I've been down

Wandering past 2nd Street and

looking at the ghosts

Of you and me and thinking back

on all those memeries

Of how we use to be

I've been hearing

I hear those voices over the noises

of the breaking glass

And all those plans we had

to get us through,

They're never coming true

I hope and hope

That you won't forget

I'm hoping

Hope you know that

I can clearly see

The ghosts of you and me

And I'm a moved on memory

And you're still alive

And I'm still getting by

On these dead end streets

The ghosts of you and me

I'm still talking, talk of what we'll do

To the ghosts of me and you

And I'm still looking back into the past

When we wer all we had

I hope and hope

That you won't forget

I'm hoping

Hope you know that

I can clearly see

The ghosts of you and me

And I'm just a moved on memory

And you still live on

And I'm still getting by

On these dead end streets

The ghosts of you and me

I hope you won't forget

I hope you know that I'll always regret

Those things I've said

I hope you know that I can clearly see

The ghosts of you and meeee

Cause I'm just a moved on memory

And you still live on

And I'm still getting by

On these dead end streets

The ghosts of you and meeee 4X

Return of The Dweeb.

2005-08-29T23:40:00.000-07:00

So it has been a long time coming. I now believe that there are no longer any bloggers that read this post, there for, can write (or type as things would have it.) uncensored. I can type with no concience of what people would think if they read this. Because if some person does happen across this, that would be some random person, not knowing me from the next guy.

So it has been quite some time since last I wrote. I can't really remember the date all that well. I do recall however that it was a poem. much like most of my posts have been. Though, now, I find myself at a loss of words when it comes to the poetic nature of my being. I have not been able to write since my last post. That was the last little bit that I could squeeze through the cracks in my dam that burst. My muse is gone therefore, so shall be my words. Forever lost in this sea of empty mindedness.

I digress. 25 years of life, yet nothing to show. No fruits of my labor. My crops have wilted, my fields gone dry. Ever to remain in a bitter state. How hard it is to be me. It is the largest burden ever that I have seen.

Fair winds and following seas.
Fare thee well, for I know not when we shall meet.

Here I am, Rock you like a HURRICANE!

2005-07-10T19:14:00.000-07:00

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I'm back, big woop.

2005-06-02T10:15:00.000-07:00

Let's ron des vous in the wake,
Of this cast away,
Vessel of freedom.
Our hopes and our dreams,
Have strayed off from,
The main land.
The tracks have all been erased.
Erased from our futures.
Our past,
Like a mirage.
Was it one big mistake?
Wondering how long,
I can hold on to this facsade.
How did I lose sight of,
The wings of my angel?
My mate.
Mislead by her demons,
Convencing her that,
She must lay,
Next to those
Who would crush her soul,
While I wait and weap.

Damn, I've been tagged!

2005-05-15T14:51:00.000-07:00

So PartyPascha tagged me...or at least I think so did... Maybe, possibly? Ah to hell with it, I'll do it anyway.

Choose five of the professions and finish the sentence...

If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer...
If I could be a musician... If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef...
If I could be an architect... If I could be a linguist...
If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian...
If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer...
If I could be an innkeeper... If I could be a professor...
If I could be a writer... If I could be a backup dancer...
If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be a bonnie pirate...
If I could be a midget stripper... If I could be a proctologist...
If I could be a TV-Chat Show host... If I could be an actor...
If I could be a judge... If I could be a Jedi...
If I could be a mob boss... If I could be a backup singer...
If I could be a CEO... If I could be a movie reviewer...

Choose five people to pass it onto when you are finished.

If I could be a farmer, I would only grow freakish hybrid creations that looked horribly terrifying, yet tasted oh so scrum-diddily-umpsious and all the world would love me just as long...as long as I was a shooting star...I mean a farmer.

If I could be a doctor, I would caiter to all in company of the freakers' ball and they would all get the prescriptions that they "needed" and would be so happy that they would proclaim me king of the "high"er order.

If I could be linguist, I would specialize in the foulest of all languages just so I might be fortunate enough to teach all of the unpleasentries to willing shmucks that would pay an arm and a leg just to learn the potty mouth...AH THE FOOLS!

If I could be an architect, I would change my name to Art VanDaliegh and move to New York, or Old York...hell all this york talk is giving me a craving for a cool minty blast of a York Pepperment Patty, go build your own damned condo.

If I could be a Jedi, I would wipe out the force of the dark side so that I might have some time freed up to...I don't know, lift up womens' skirts with the force or something. (Oh man, I don't think that one was a lady, The Cheat. Stupid Scotish, I don't knows.)

Well, I'd tag somebody, but if you're reading this, you'll probably be the only one, because NOBODY reads my blog, therefore, There is nobody to tag other that the four people that very seldomly read my posts, which have already been tagged. So I'll just laeve it at that.

Good day to you!

And another.

2005-05-03T19:51:00.000-07:00

This is probably my favorite so far.

The "He" in me

I met him again today.
A man unrelenting,
Not backing down,
In the throws of adversity.
So assertive yet timid.
He is my bodyguard.
My guardian in times
Of challenge and hardship.
He was not here yesterday,
Nor the day before.
Will he be here on the morrow?
Or the day after that?
Where does he go?
I wonder.
His defense is bold & brazen.
My hero,
My advesary,
My inner-self,
My demon.
Everything that I am not.
Thankful for the existance,
Yet loathful all the same.
How I envy,
The he inside of me.

Written Tuesday April 26, 2005

Yup, I really have nothing better to do with my time.

2005-05-03T18:46:00.000-07:00

I really hope that you all enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Who's Forgotten?

The pointless years,
Of wasted time,
Worth the pain,
Of what I ask.
Four years I've served.
Given selflessly to
An unrelenting people.
Appreciation? Respect?
I see the plastic sincerity
Of the monsters who
Wear their souls
On their sleeves.
You will not be forgotten?
No they will not.
but only by
Their brothers on service.
The men & women
They fought beside.
Drop your facades,
Band-wagon junkies.
They will not
Be forgotten, be sure.
But certainly, you shall be.

Been a while, but I'm back with more.

2005-05-03T18:30:00.000-07:00

So I realized that I was just having a bad day when last I posted. I've written more and hope you enjoy. The first is fairly shotty, but not all can be good, right?

UNTITLED

When all for not,
We come to share,
The burdon of those,
who come to bare,
Their souls as if,
We owe them this.
To lift their spirits.
To feel the bliss.
This is not,
What's meant for me.
Guilt for none.
Please hear my plea.
So break my bones,
And soul aswell,
So break it all,
And watch me dwell.

Written Monday, April 25, 2005

coolDoubts about the lifted block.

2005-04-24T22:40:00.000-07:00

Maybe this lift on my writers block wasn't such a good thing. If it sends me to writing poems like the one in my last post, poems that depress me, what good is it? I've always thought that the really depressing ones were some of the best, most heart felt, meaningful that I've ever read, but not when coming from my quill. Will some one please patch this hole in the dam that was holding it all back? It is pleasent to know that I can write, but not this. I use to peg myself as an always happy go lucky kinda guy. I've never really been depressed, and there is no record that I know of that it has been in my family. I do ejoy this outlet though. Online journel, let people read it,. I don't care. Give me your insight. I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed now. More on this as the story unfolds. Be well all, for tomorrow is a new day. Pay attention to the smallest of details. That's what makes this world worth while. Ejoy a walk in the park, or along a lake side. Feel the spring breeze as it whips through you hair. Smell the freshly cut grass, as the sun shines down on your faces. Blow some bubbles, and chase them with abandon. Ejoy yourself. Just enjoy. Good night all.

Don't ask because I don't know the answer.

2005-04-24T17:01:00.000-07:00

I just had to write. I just looked back and realized that there is truly nothing that I have done with my life. The military is truly a drain. How I regret that decision.

Existence in the realm of empty,
The not, is where we feel,
or rather, not.
Darkness, this newness,
Like an unidentified sapling,
Name it, for it is new to me.
An uncomfortable numbness, envelopes,
As of nothing I've ever known.
It frightens us.
We are pilgrims in this place.
The old appears so distant,
Like a mirage.
Did it ever truly exist?
I believed so.
I'd like to think it did.
Pain, of what I cannot tell.
Where did it come from?
Where are we going?
I am lost, forgotten in this place.
An outsider in the land of the souless.
We cannot...I cannot.
End this, for it is unwelcome
in my mind.
How did it get here? When?
Has it been forever present,
yet I blind to it's torment?
Fly away beast of nothing.
You Blythe of cheer.
I shall exercise you,
Back to your abyss.
Be gone, I owe you nothing.
And deserve this, not.
Suddenly, away as quick as it appears.
What was this? This terror.
Rest me now, for I am weary.
Sleep, a cure for all.
Be well, and tomorrow,
Awake with fresh eyes for life.

Be affraid. Be very affraid.

2005-04-13T13:11:00.000-07:00

Do I scare ya? I should...This says so.

You Are Scary

You even scare scary people sometimes!

How scary are you?

Oddness in my new found writing.

2005-04-12T15:53:00.000-07:00

The odd thing about these new writing is, this is completely unfamiliar to me. When I use to write it would be rhythmic sonnet. Perfect form. I didn't do it on purpose most of the time, but when it was on purpose, it was much harder to do. Here is the third a final one from my watch. I was watching the lights blink in and out on the cranes that are like a billion feet tall.

Bright, fade, bright.
Light is as such.
Life like light,
Always flickering.
Never a beam of
Constant truth to behold.
This is the way,
Choose to accept,
And gain the wisdom
Of centuries of
continual thought.
For this is
the only constant,
In a world of
Flickering truths.

More from the from the writers block dam that burst.

2005-04-12T15:37:00.000-07:00

This was a great thing that I could suddenly, miraculously write while I was standing watch on Sunday night. I like this one. I hope you all do too. And if you don't, feel free to tell me about it.

Standing, watching, waiting.
Waiting for anything.
Anything to pass the time.
Time that creeps along.
Along slowly as...
as the clouds on a windless day.
Day that I long to see.
See the sun rise to warm the air.
Air that seems stagnant & stale.
stale like a life of nothingness.
Nothingness that fills my thoughts.
Thoughts of days past.
Past my teens and beyond.
Beyond the point of knowing.
Knowing wrong from right.
Right into my innocence.
Innocence of my youth.
Youth that I have lost.
Lost never to be found.
Found here armed and standing.
Standing, watching, waiting.

Standing watch lifted my block.

2005-04-11T09:14:00.000-07:00

So I write this post, not from in front of my computer, but in a small note pad. As I stand a not-so-vigilant watch on top of a barge in the middle of a shipyard. Don't worry, I don't have to be alert for this watch, only present. Shot gun slug about my shoulder, ammunition and radio safely secured to my guard belt. (I'm not even suppose to be on watch today!)
So anyway, I was thinking, because watch is the best time to do that, and I got inspired to write a poem. As I began writing though, something came over me, a feeling of absolute familiarity. I could not quite place it though, which got me brain storming, trying to figure it out. Not realizing that I was still writing until I was finished, I read what was on the paper. To my amazement, it was a recap of an encounter that happened not to long ago, though I pushed out of my head, the details were more vivid than at the time of the...reunion if you will. Written in the form of a poem, I'm not quite sure how poetic it really is. It seems to me, more of a story, or monologue. I just typed it the way that I wrote it. Here it is. You be the judge.

Deep within this shell of a man,
the child cries out.
Longing for that,
which he most desires.
Yet seems to be
incapable of attaining.
Answers to questions
he cannot find to ask.
Reconsiling that,
which he has never known.
The man leans on
his jet black pick-up.
More for support
than for comfort,
as though his trembling knees
may give way any minute
to the mass of the nervous fool.
"Hello" the hesitant
child within asked.
"Scotty? Is that you?"
Speaking to his father for
the first time since he was 8.
More than 17 years before.
How withered and frail
the old man sounded.
Hardly the gruff resonant
voice the boy inside recalled.
Had it been so long?
How time did blind side this
pitiful, decrepit man.
He thought.
Gaining confidence.
The young man reclaiming
his footing & sturdy visage.
"We're all great!"
Confidence & valor
coming full force now.
"Accomplished and successful in our endeavors!"
"I'm in the military, studying
to become a police officer.
then maybe a detective."
A wide grin appearing on his face
knowingly at his father's
distaste for the law.
At that moment the vigorous
man could not, nay, would not
be stopped.
The boy within dispelled.
Seeming as a distant memory
of days long past.
"My mother raised us well,
& ON HER OWN!"
There were no questions
the man needed answered.
He knew this now.
Only answers for him to give,
in the form of accusations.
The man said goodbye.
Knowing he never would,
nor would he ever want to,
speak to this old fool, ever again.
His half-sister,
(The illegitimate daughter
of his bastard father.)
And his aunt.
(Sister to the fool.)
Piled against the door to the house.
anxiety running through them
Like a mountain brook
In the spring time.
Fed by the melting snow.
He put the phone away and turned.
Starting for the waiting pair.
They were upon him he took on step.
"HOW'D IT GO?!?"
Tears rolling down their faces
as if in the middle of an April rain.
Responding with a wry
grin on his face.
"Well...it went well."

I'm cool and now have proof!

2005-04-09T19:11:00.000-07:00

WOO HOO I'm no loser, no not me. I'm so cool that you can put your drinks on me to keep them chilled. This is how I know.

Title? I don't need no stinking' title!

2005-04-09T18:02:00.000-07:00

The Smokers
written by Steve Martin

I was searching for monologues, trying to reminisce of my high school days, when I stumbled across this and though, I just have to post this. I know at least one of my readers will absolutely love it. This is not a monologue, per se, as there is no one speaking. But it is nevertheless hilarious and (to a small degree) a condemnation of the habit I am adamant about, though quitting. This is from Steve Martin's first published book, Cruel Shoes, entitled "The Smokers." It appears written on his first album, "Let's Get Small" (1971) accompanied by three images of a very young, dark-haired Steve Martin with several cigarettes in his mouth at once, looking comically suave)

Steve: He lit the cigarette and smoked it down to the filter in one breath. He silently thanked the cigarette company for being thoughtful enough about his health to include a filter to protect him. So he lit up another. This time he didn't exhale the squeaky-clean filtered smoke, but just let it nestle in his lungs, filing his body with that good menthol flavor. Some more smokers knocked on his door and they came in and all started smoking along with him.
"How wonderful it is that we're all smoking," he thought.
Everyone smoked and smoked and after they smoked they all talked about smoking and how nice it was that they were all smokers and then they smoked some more.
Smoke, smoke, smoke. They all sang "Smoke That Cigarette" and "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes." Then the smokers smoked one more cigarette and left him alone in his easy chair, about to relax and enjoy a nice quiet smoke. And then his lips fell off.

The best internet cartoon series since Strong Bad

2005-04-09T14:45:00.000-07:00

I just had to put this here. So I was just surfing and stuff and stumbled across this, THE GREATEST INTERNET CARTOON SERIES SINCE STRONG BAD!!! You's guys should watch this. So go ahead and cut and paste this site onto your search bar. I think you'll enjoy it. By the way, if you saw this post before, this is not the same link that leads to the toilet humor episode. This one leads to the archive of ALL EPISODES. Anyway, check 'em out.

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In a nutshell. or When's my early day?

2005-04-09T11:40:00.000-07:00

Ever since I got to my new ship, it's been the same thing day in and day out. I got there hard charging, guns a roaring. I bust my as every single day. That make two of us, myself and GM3 Larkins. Oddly enough, I do less than I did on my last boat. The people in my division complain about having to do everything. Something as simple as sweeping a 20ft passageway that's only about 3ft wide. God forbid they have to do something that takes more than five or ten minutes. The point is they don't do shit, leaving Larkins and myself to take care of the entire workload. I have stayed an hour late after the rest of the division has been let go, to finish up on line items that had to be finished. Some times They might not even HAVE to be finished on that day, but could possibly get the guys out earlier on the next few days.

I am a Vertical Launch System technician. I work on the Mk41 launcher. We have the capability to launch a plethora of weapons like the TLAM,(Tomakawk Land Attack Missile) ASROCs, and SM-2 just to name a few. I have a critical job according to the navy. I've been onboard since February 18th of this year. I've worked on or in my launcher 4 or 5 times tops. I'm always do work else where to help out the division as a whole, because we also work with the 5" guys(Mk45 54caliber 5" Gun Mt[cannon])
They are the laziest bunch of Gunner's Mate's I have ever seen. They would die on my last boat. They are a disgrace to the title.

Last week, we have a change of command. Not six hours after our new Captain assumed command, he got that dreaded first call. Four of his crew had an incident out in town. Can you guess who three of those guys were? You might have guessed that they were from my division, if you did "You get a million gold stars". Well it seems that every time that it looks like we're going to get off early something pops up at the last minute. We had to go to training Thursdays morning at 0900 and we were told that we could go home after that. After training they said, "We can't go yet, the Captain wants the entire division at Captain's Mast." This is non-judicial punishment where Cpt. Is the judge and jury. (Evidence need not apply, accusation is good enough. De ja voeux. What about Salem Witch trials?)So anyway, we had to stay. Mast didn't start until 1300(1:00PM)and didn't end until 1445-1500(2:45-3:00). No early day that day. So I had to look forward to Friday, when the entire crew always gets off super early, like before noon. Don't get me wrong the division gets off early quite often, on the days that I have duty, in which case I have to stay on the boat and work and stand watches that are boring as hell until I get off of work the next day. So Friday rolls around and I though for sure that I would go home early. Main space fire drill, and training early in the morning, starting at 0600 ending at 0745. Woo hoo! I'm about to get off in a couple of hours right? WRONG! Divisional quarters at 1:30? What's this all about? So, 1:30 comes, the Chiefs and divisional Officers must inquire about what there people are doing on the weekend. Where they're going, who they're hanging out with, etc. The Cpt. decided that they would do this every Friday, because of the alcohol induced mishap out in town. I don't think that they realize that keeping the people on the boat longer will give them a stronger urge to go out and get a drink when at last, they finally do get out. Ah, Navy logic, you gotta love it. When do I get out early? Where is my break?

this is so recockulous

2005-04-05T11:50:00.000-07:00

Ok, this doesn't make an sence at all, whatsoever. It was kind on amusing though.

Scott Alan Austin's Aliases

Your movie star name: Fruit Thomas

Your fashion designer name is Scott Moscow

Your socialite name is Scotty Potty Balboa, Panama

Your fly girl / guy name is S Aus

Your detective name is Dogs Putnam City Original

Your barfly name is Banana Jim Beam & Coke

Your soap opera name is Alan Sunset Drive

Your rock star name is Reeses Peanutbutter Cups Light

Your star wars name is Sco Ausdre

Your punk rock band name is The Calm Slinky

The Amazing Meganame Generator

Foamy the Squirrel!

2005-04-03T06:18:00.000-07:00

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You's guys gotsta watch shizzle fa rizzle. Its off the chain dawg.

Can't you dig these?

2005-04-03T05:58:00.000-07:00

They're kinda fru fru with the girly pics, but I kinda like them. So which element are you?

Your element is earth: Wise, solitary, mysterious
and loving. You are very wise. Your wise as in
you know things others do not, you can see past
stereotypes and see the real people behind
their facades, and people will often come to
you for help and advice. Quite solitary and
somewhat shy around people because you prefer
animals and plants, animals aren't afraid to
show themselves or what they are feeling and
plants are fun to nurture. You are very strong
in your silence if you set your mind on
something you will often times pursue it to the
end. Sometimes you just want to get away, so
you seek refuge in the forest where you can
have time to think and try to sort out your
emotions. The sound of the wind usually calms
you, especially moving through the trees. Life
to you is something precious and should not be
taken for granted.

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Damn the Batteries!

2005-03-22T21:30:00.000-08:00

So my ship pulled into the shipyards last week for scheduled maintenance and repairs. Yesterday, Monday, we pulled into the dry dock. Which is just a platform that is hauled out into the middle of the river, sunk, the ship is put inside of it on blocks and is lifted again so that the ship is out of the water. Then the whole thing is pulled back next to land. Anyway, I had duty yesterday and it just so happened that I had my sister's videocam with me. I wanted to film the whole evolution, or at least the parts where things were happening. (This is a long evolution. It started at 0600 in the morning and we got finished at 1800[that's 6am -6pm for you non-military types] in the evening. And that was doing it extremely fast.) Anyway, I couldn't film it because I had to man-up the missile launcher because most of it is below the waterline. (That's where the water comes up to outside the skin of the ship.) They wanted to make sure that the hull wasn't ruptured. So I thought to myself, no biggie, I can't still do something with the cam. Cause that's all I really wanted to do in the first place is play with it a little, because that's super-duper fun. So I figure I'll make like a "Blair Witch" style film or something. DON'T SAY IT SAM! I was gonna call it, "D-Day: Duty on The Ross". So I grab the cam and turn it on, now mind you that it was charging all Saturday and half of Sunday, and would you know it the battery icon was flashing. Damn the batteries and damn the luck. Oh well, I've got duty again Thursday and nothing better to do. Take two anybody?

I took the quiz too!

2005-03-20T12:12:00.000-08:00

So Here are my results. Not bad if do say so.

The KnightYou scored 50% Cardinal, 23% Monk, 38% Lady, and 72% Knight!
You are the hero. Brave and bold. You are strong and utterly selfless. You are also a pawn to your superiors and will be lucky if you live very long. If you survive the Holy wars you are thrust into you will be praised for your valor and opportunities both romantic and financial will become available to you.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 74% on Cardinal
You scored higher than 8% on Monk
You scored higher than 38% on Lady
You scored higher than 94% on Knight

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So take da quiz already!

I was the biggest Jerk in the world. With a capital "J"

2005-03-19T10:58:00.000-08:00

So its been while but we have returned with another heart pulling show.
In our last episode, the hero said a few things the were hurtful, and caused a huge arguement between him and a special, wonderful some one. Let's skip ahead and see how things are going.

DOODALU doodalu doodalu.

So I was a complete and utter asshole. After much arguement and Quite a few extremely hurtful words on my part, it took my sister, Angee, (Some one that's not very crazy about Sam, but knows that I am.) to make me realize how much of a selfish jerk I was. And how much Randomchicka really means to me. If I had just taken two minutes to listen, I would have known better. I am truely sorry for what I have done.I was completely wrong. I now know (And knowing is have the battle, that's for SnoringDaddy. GOOO JOE!!) the error or my ways, and Randomchicka and I have made up.

Tune in next time when the topic will be completely differant and this soapbox will be a thing of the past.

Whimper

2005-03-06T16:01:00.000-08:00

Sun. 06Mar05 1900 hour
I really hate being me.

AAAAHHHHH!

2005-03-06T12:36:00.000-08:00

I swear Samantha hates talking to me. Call me naive(that's friggin' great! I just had to type 'Evian' to figure out how to spell that.) but I love her to death. I'm not to crazy about her right now. I guess I wouldn't love her as much if she didn't piss me off or hurt me like this. You see, I went to bed after my first post this morning around 7:30. I woke up at around 1:30 this afternoon. I'm pretty sure that she went to bed before I did. I just try to call her I say "Hey Baby, what's going on?" and in a drowsy angered voice I hear, "I'm sleeping, let me talk to you later!" We're suppose to be getting married. Sometimes I almost ALMOST, doubt her intentions. Is my kindness being taken advantage of? Do I have to become the T-total ass hole that I use to be before Sam and I got back together? I need a drink! I'm out. But I'll be back. You'd better believe it, baby!

Book Test results.

2005-03-06T12:27:00.000-08:00

So the results are in. I just took Party Pasha's book quiz and ironically enough I am apparently The Guns of August. I find that totally funny being as my birthday is in August and I am a Gunner's Mate in the Navy so that means I play with guns.

You're The Guns of August!
by Barbara Tuchman

Though you're interested in war, what you really want to know is what causes war. You're out to expose imperialism, militarism, and nationalism for what they really are. Nevertheless, you're always living in the past and have a hard time dealing with what's going on today. You're also far more focused on Europe than anywhere else in the world. A fitting motto for you might be "Guns do kill, but so can diplomats."

I don't really think that the desription is all that fitting or accurate. I still think its funny though.

Woe is me

2005-03-06T04:00:00.000-08:00

So its 7 o'clock in the am. I took a brief nap last night during Mars Attacks. Samantha called me. I talked to her for all of about ten....
maaaaybe 15 minutes. Long enough for her to tell me about the crush she has on one of her professors. Yeah, she told me all about him, how great he is, how funny he is, how adorable he is. I stayed up the rest of the night watching Major League and Major League II. I thought that she might call me back, but I was wrong. I don't know when the next time I be able to talk to her is. I miss her. I hardly ever get to talk to her anymore. She goes to school all day and works all night. Gets off between midnight and one, and I'm an hour ahead of her, so obviously I'm sleeping by the time she gets home. Anyway, I'm going to bed.

So here it is

2005-02-21T02:11:00.000-08:00

So, I've just created this 'Blog". I'm still not even quite sure exactly what it is. But I'll post in it anyway. So I'm on the phone with a very amazing and wonderful woman. But instead of talking to her I'm typing this...whilst she does the same...she pointed that out to me. She says its sad and I think that I have to agree. So while I sit here typing I am listening to the soothing sounds of Sam's fragmented mumble singing, I think its something she invinted. I am SOOOO ignorant in the ways of the internet. Damn that Gore to come up with things that confuse me so. I think I'd like to kick him in the face...no better yet to jam a replica of the Eiffel Tower up his left nostril until it reached brain tissue or whatever is in its place. It would be such bliss. So my neck is really starting to hurt, you know, holding to phone with it and all. So I think I'm gonna post this and smoke a cigarette.