so, 2009 started off pretty good, but as its progressed its gone to shambles. the corps is doing their best to fuck me and ensure i dont fart for the rest of my life. for those who may not understand...as you get fucked continuously, you become more and more afraid to fart only due to the fact that it may not just be gas...hot. anywhos, its seems like when your plate begins to over-flow with bullshit, more and more just get added to the pile. as if the over-flowing stench couldn't get any better...here comes another load *splat* directly on top of the goods. someone recently told me a few analogies that made a lot of sense...."when life gets hard, remember, it only gets harder before it gets better" which sucks to hear. and "this, too, will pass like a bad case of gas." and as time has gone by, slowly but surely, its true...to both statements. there was a third, but i cant remember, and the music im listening to isn't helping me focus, so your just gonna have wait for my memory to kick back in. enough of the bitching...
    so, we (my platoon) ran a mach-pft. pft = Physical Fitness Test. mach = doesnt count for score.  its graded in three parts. a timed run of a distance of 2.8 miles to 3.2 miles. pull-ups counting up to 20 for full score, and 100 crunches counted for full score in 2 minutes. when it came to the pull-ups i made the bar my bitch and got to 20 and could do more, so i got the 100 points for that, and when it came to the crunches...i slaped that ho in the face and got my 100 in 2 minutes, bringing me to 200 out of 200 points. then..the run. well, 21 minutes 40 seconds later, i got 62 out of a possible 100 points. which pissed me off. i know i can run that damned course faster. given, averaging it out, thats 7 min 13 seconds per mile, but still...that pisses me off. My SSgt wasn't too impressed with the rest of the platton's scores either. soo, his response..."these scores are rediculous, stand by to P.T. We'll be P.T.ing every day we work, before shift, and hydrate." so come our next work day at 1600 we meet at the track. he then informs us that we'll be doing 10 laps around the track. ehh, not so bad, right? WRONG. this isn't the kind that you had in high school that would come to 2.5 miles...this track is retarded, not even round, and 10 laps comes to 6.2 miles. so, we did that....shitty. the next day, we did it again, but this time in groups. which made it much easier, somehow. and since we have a 3 day weekend, we didnt run today, nor will we this weekend. but come monday, were taking a "slow day" YAYAYAYAYAY right, sounds like a good deal doesn't it? FUCK NO...a slow day, apparently, means 15 laps. fuckin gay. perhaps the jello feeling in my ass cheeks will go away after a few laps and ill just be going through the motions. who knows, alls i know is...that sucks and im confused as to how thats a slow day. whatev. douche.
    so, i washed my bike today. pretty much looks amazing. i had an audiance, understadnably. im beautiful...why wouldn't people watch me. :P. i can shake that ass, and jiggle that pastey mofo with gangsta style. my bro says that im concieted. i stop and look at myself in the mirror and check myself out all the time. or if theres a reflection, ill stop...look...and typicaly say "damn bro, im fuckin hot" hahaha. and he'll just laugh and call me some rediculous name about how im a douche bag. i think hes jealous. hahahha, nah, but really i do do that, and he does do something along those lines.
   i dont know what else to talk about. i think i've encompased my whole life into those few things, shittyness, work, and my beauty.  the family isn't doing to well. some are allright, some aren't. my personal life is far from simple and only time will allow it to be what i want. hopefully when that time comes around, people will forgive those who need to be forgiven, and those who need to be forgiven show that those who should forgive there is a good reason why they deserve forgiveness. QUICK PAUSE...holy fuckin shit. *breath* thats a lot to say in one run-on sentence. but take it for what you will....BACK TO THE BLOG
 
   so there i was....actually...thats a lie. i wasn't even there. pfft. pfft!! you dont even know...allright, dont judge me. gosh. i can say, that its funny to see the response of women when they find out they cant have something. its like they push harder to get what they want. and when you shut em down, its really funny. they turn into that angry cat that you just look at and you KNOW its fuckin pissed. it makes me laugh, really hard...inside and out. OH and its even better to watch the after math of the realization that whatever women think they are gonna do to get your attention, doesn't work. its amusing, very! cuz everyone whos around and realizes whats going on, knows that regret will be a feeling that that woman will be feeling soon there after. and not due to anyones actions but her own. which is kinda sad, and sick and twisted to laugh at. but, call me evil, but when your a winner, you WIN, and when your a loser...well, you lose. :) ahahahah. that mentality can be credited to my buzz cuz Jen. shes rad! holla on the shout out. well, its time to restart the borrowed lap top. so you, mah bitches, are gonna have to just catch me on the flip flop. love, peace and testi grease. deuces batches
 
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2009 can bring one, if not many, of a few things. good things, bad things, things that smell, and things that are amazing.  I can say that i think that i've started my year off pretty fuckin well.  I got to share my new years with some amazing people. funny, witty, sarcastic, and so many other attributes describe this group of people.  All in all, I'd say that my shared experience in San Francisco was pretty much awesome.  Nothing is perfect and I understand that, but, I don't think I'd ask for anything more withen the few days away from good ole' Yuma. Now that I'm back, it seems to have gotten a bit more interesting.  Emotions are runnin wild, friendships are comming and going, and its just another testament to how life just seems to roll on regardless of how we want it to or not.  At this very moment I'm more than content with how my life seems to be going.  I have my family, a few great friends, good people that support me, a roof over my head, food accessable, clean clothes, and a mode of transportation, what more can a boy ask for? MYSPACE? rofls, as we all know I have myspace as well.  To conclude, I have more than my share of things that are keeping my mind occupied and my body happy :).  I've even started to rethink how I want/should  live my life in the present and the future. Also, I have some people pushing me in positive directions and supporting me as i take the baby steps that i do in those directions of amazing change :). *music screetches* HOLD ON....

   so im sitting here re-reading my blog...and WOW i sound old as shit. all gay and stuff. if this is the first time you, the reader, has read one of my blogs, do not, i repeat DO NOT, take this for the me your reading...read a prior blog to get a full picture to the person your trying to understand.                            *music startes up again*

 

anywho, its time for this guy to go change over his laundry. i hope all is well with everyone :). adios

 

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its been a while since i have posted on this here, so as you may assume...i've been busy. super busy. it seems that everything is changing all at once, and is somewhat overwhelming. the corps is changing, the squadron is changing, i am changing, and everyone else is too. *shrug*

    so, iv bought myself a motorcycle. and i love it. now, i can travel, and just get away. kinda just float along and not have a care in the world. the desert night rides are amazing with all its stars, and the day rides are sweet with all the mellow colors and random things i get to see. having the ability to travel and see all the random little towns and crazy people is really somethin. i took a little road trip to get away last week. i went up to north hollywood and from there traveled south all the way to san diego and made some rad pit stops along the way. the whole motorcycle experience is amazing. the elements and the free feeling of everything else not mattering totally sets me free :). i love it. ive ran into some pretty craZy folks as of lately too. it kinda seems the further i go in life the crazier people get, and more interesting as well.

      right now, im watching that movie snatch. this movie is pretty crazy. their accents are cool :). ohh, the marine corps ball was last night. i had a pretty good time, but my date was kinda a stiff. she didnt do or say much. someone told me that i shouldn't be bummed cuz she looked "good" to everyone else. as in she was a good "prize date" but thats not what i care about. im all about us having a good time, and im not to sure i had a good time. bleh, fuck it. only one more to go :).

   its time for me to go. hope all is well with everyone. adios

 

 

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ok, so i start off sayin, howdy. im over here in the devil's armpit of america, gangstar-izing. not to much is new around these here parts. i did get myself the motorcycle i had be lookin at for months upon months. so thats rad. other than that just working my ass of and doing the marine corps thing like its coo. this week im on the rifle range so wish me luck on getting the expert badge. ehh, my bros is leaving and this is his comp and shit. so i think i'll just add later. i hope all is well. some people have had some shitty times and im not around to help out, which is a bummer, but i hope they all know that they are in my mind and i care. have a good day/week/month if i dont get to talk to you in a minute. adios


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    let me welcome all you peoples back to the adventerous mind and crazy lifestlye of me, middle. hmmm, well, im back in the states and am currently in long beach, big chilln listening to sequoyah prep school. the little thing in the middle of your nostrils that noone knows what is called is twiching and its tripping me out. why of all the muscles to fuck around, does it have to be that one? its a mixture of spasm and twich and totally itches and tickles at the same time, what a fuckin combo. last night i got to chill with my bro Dustin and his friends. that was pretty cool. i haven't really done much in the leave block that i selected but thats ok, relaxing is what i need to do, and im doin a lot of it.
    after having been away for a little bit, and come back, i feel like i have changed.  i look at things differently, and its weird. im not really taking advantage of all the things that i used to. i like being around my family, seeing old friends, not consuming as much alcohol as i've been known to in the past, just pretty much feel older. if that makes any sense. i feel like the deployment opened my eyes to maturity, and is definitly taking a toll on me. dont get me wrong, i still have my random child-style outbursts, but for the most part, im just chilln. laugh a lot still, but have a completly different outlook on things. its really weird. im not sure i like it. i liked being able to just say fuck it and do whatever, and laugh and smile about it later. but, it seems that for the time being, those times are at a stand still...

shes a pretty girl, shes always falling down, i think i just fell in love with her, but she wont remember, remember!!

sorry, a quick verse from the song im listening to right now, good shit. anywho, back to what i was saying. growing up is weird. and watching everyone grow up in bits and pieces is weird too. seeing people you havn't seen in years all grown up and shit is intense...very intense. i think it reminds you of how time actually does fly and how when you look in the mirror and dont see it everyday. anywho, im gonna shower now, i think its that time. hope everyones doin well, adios batches.

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ive come to terms with myself as of lately and concluded, whores are whores, regardless of whom they portray themselves to be around everyone else, and aside from the disguise they wear, they are whores. they will lie to you, they will tell you "special" things, they will tell you "secrets" that noone else knows, but in reality, the only one that its a secret to its....*drum roll please* YOU!! tadaaa, if you were cool i'd say pass go and collect your chedder, but since your probably not....fuck you :P. i mean that in the nicest way possible at this very moment. truely...im not even mad, kinda just rambling upon the last few days, and a little of the past. having been at the club for basicly 4 nights straight, i saw the most amazing array of whorish activity EVER, and didnt feel bad at what i saw for anyone but the girls who were slutifying the place. typicaly i'd just sit back, enjoy the show and just laugh at girls who are making a mockery of the female gender...but for some reason i thought of a few specific people in my past, and perhaps in my present and just felt bad for them. thinking to myself, "this is the image you want to portray to everyone?" "these are your standards as how a women should act?" "WTF?!" with an extra !! given, males act fools all the time, consistantly ALL day EVERY day. i think its in our genes to be fucking stupid and fall for such acts as what was being passed as "influences to the atmosphere." i think im done with my ramble on the peace that has taken over me. actually...IM NOT. so i think im gonna just brush girls off. you know what i mean? i went from what i thought was a serious relationship, which ended suddenly and i'd say with me being a retard, but suddenly none the less, to another situation. im passing it as just a situation in my head to safe guard mysef from the onslaught of what a relationship truely is, and thus, making myself 100% prone to being called someone's. im not sure i want that...actually im sure i dont want that right now. i kinda just want to be...a boy, and just do stupid shit, get hurt, be 22, get laid, have fun, meet people. but you see, the catch 22 to the situation im in, i dont think allows that. so, i think im gonna get fucked either way. *sigh* im rambling, and its fun. i think i'll end this ramble with a quote, "fellatio won't fill the hole in your heart." -tucker max's friend slingblade

before i start my retardedness, happy fourth of july :). get food, get fucked, and get fucked up! then watch some fire works.

    let us walk, talk, and share a little something, yea? good. i like trees, and blue, and flip flops, and being the bad ass dj that i am. i like loud noises in small spaces, and i like massages too. hey, hey...where the FUCK do you think your going? yea, *slaps on one hand cuff* your not going anywhere. momma said they was my majik shoes. she used to be beat me with a rubber hose. anyway, have you ever thought of being symbolic, perhaps, metaphorical? ill try, not so much on the symbolic, but the metaphorical yes. YO LEFT RIGHT LOOW RIGHT! YO LEFT RIGHT LOWWW RIGHT, YO HADDIE YOOOO, YO HADDDIEE LEFT RIGHT LOW RIGHT LOW RIGHT LOW RIGGGHHTTT. thats me calling kaydence. its what we do when were marching around looking like tools...back to my attempt at being metaphorical.

   ok so i had this whole big thing typed out, and it was a huge failed attempt at being smart today. i think i drank what brain cells i had left away last night. ehh, that sucks, now i dont even want to type anymore...im out batches

 

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Im a winner and your a loseR? oh yes, yes indeed, it is true. i was at work the other night watching this fuckin retard for a moth. it would fly up a little and bomb dive the ground. and then slowly start fluttering its wings, reving that engine, and do it again. i almost felt bad for it, but then again, it was entertaining. i know everyone who reads this wont admit to it, but at the same time, knows the truth. EVERYONE HAS LAUGHED AT A RETARD. its just a simple fact of life. we laugh at things that are different and sad, its just a chemical reaction to the outside world. and THAT is why i laughed at the moth. cuz it was retarded. true story, all day.

   i dont know who the fuck decorated this MWR building, but they were fuckin gay. they have all these glow in the dark stars and moons and other astro-homo-ical bullshit tagged up everywhere, it makes me want to puke. i havn't really had any awesome experiences lately, but i did have an interesting one last night. there we were, all drinking around a simple table that stood about 4 1/2 feet tall with an ashtray in the middle. my buddies girlfriend or whatever she is says "you wont put my shirt on and chill." shes wearing some halter-top gig mind you. "the hell i wont...give it here." so, she takes my shirt, and slips her shirt off from undernieth and hands it to me. i dont even know what its really called, let alone how to put the shit on. so, i tell her to put it on me. she slips it over my head and my neck, and its on. now....here i am, standing around a tall table filled with drinks and an ashtray, with some faggot female shirt, in the smoke room, of a bar, and evereyone is staring. she then says..."lets go dance." fuckin a right, you know i went on that dance floor...BALLIN! the dj comments nice shirt...that was my que to get my shirt back. and that was my eventful story of the bar. hope you enjoyed it. im off to go bowling :). BOWLIN! deuces batches! :) im out *chucks microphone*

 

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hello there myspace stalkers and blog readers. i must say...this is kinda weird. i look over at my "week" veiws and "today" views, and somehow, i have numbers in both. i havn't posted since...like april. that was MONTHS ago. thus, im convinced i have stalkers :), im loved somewhere. anywho, a lot has gone on since my last lame post. i've gone to thailand, got my drinking privledges back, floated around the ocean for 2 months, and 2 nights ago i thought it would be smart to roll around in the grass in nearly no clothes...ignoring the fact that grass fuckin hates me, and rapes my skin. *shrug* whatev, right? WRONG!!!! OH NO COOLAID, OH NO! now, i cant get a massage due to the fact that my back, ass, legs and chest, looks like someone SHAT chicken pox...if thats even possible...all over me and im pretty sure if seen, a bio-hazard team would be informed immediately. so, thats out of the question. oh wells. let me briefly go into Thailand...ITS FUCKING INSANE. i had a long drawn out argument with myself about this, and i concluded...Las Vegas doesn't rate the nickname "sin city" only  because pataya, thailand totally has everything las vegas has, but more whores. but since vegas is in the united states and were governed by a grillion laws, i guess we'll keep Vegas in line by calling it sin city....but truely doesn't rate. mm mmm, nope, not one bit. within the first 5 minutes out in town, my friend had been drug into a bar by girls groping his wanker, and telling him they love him. i was astonished. i cannot ever go to a zoo again, only because i've spoiled myself on animals in thailand. i got to play with bears, and tigers and elephants, and monkeys, and feed crocodiles, and bitch slap them with chicken...it was funny. yes, i said BITCH SLAP them with CHICKEN. gotta keep a ho in line...right? RIGHT! ummm, yea, a lot of drinking and boobs in thailand...it was cool. As for my drinking privledges being reinstated, i think my liver is dead. i've drank enough this weekend to not need to drink in a while, but its only saturday, and i've still got one more night. i hope i find something better than drinking tonight, im gonna die. OH OH, update!!! apparently im addicted to caffiene and motrin and tylenol and thats why i get headaches. i thought the motrin and tylenol thing was a little ubsurd, but i can see the caffiene thing. i can drink the shit out of some caffiene :). anywho they made me start taking this medicine, and now i cant drink anything with caffiene. apparently i cant drink jack and cokes :(. now what do i drink? im sad. oh shit...i have laundry in the washer...i just remembered. im out peeps. hope all is well. and if you know my sister Rae, she just had a newborn baby girl named Kodi, congratulate her if you know her :). adios

 

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thats where i'll be. stop by and drop a visit. i'll be there for at least the next month. i hope everyone is doing well. my email changes when i go back on the boat, so if you have the boat adress, email  me there. i wont be able to check myspace until i come back so, leave some love. talk you all you fagmos later.

 

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