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|Tuesday, January 13th, 2004|
So, I just got a phone call from some consulting company that wants me to go work for them in Iraq. They need to know by tonight. They want to fly me to DC to test tomorrow morning. They'll fly me to Iraq by the 25th. I'm freaking out, to say the least. Oh yeah, lots and lots of money is involved.
|Thursday, September 11th, 2003|
|Monday, December 16th, 2002|
|Tuesday, November 19th, 2002|
Sooooooo.....yeah, crazy huh? I met someone, actually fell in love, and got married. Maybe I'm insane, but I'm really really happy with him......so no complaints, and I didn't make a mistake, I know. You guys know all those dumb funny comments I'm constantly making, right? Well, that's what we're like together. It's great. Anyway, Arabic's still crazy as ever....just finished my C-3 test.....we're waiting for the grades, and I'm nervous because this was some sort of experimental thing, and our teachers are a little antsy. Never a good sign. Oh well....I'll be fine I'm sure.
|Friday, November 15th, 2002|
|The Mummy Returns
Well, surprise surprise surprise, huh? Got a little free time during lunch, and was shocked by my own idea to start writing in this again!! Well, let me update.
I'm in the military now, studying Arabic, because I'm being trained to become, woowoo, a cryptologic linguist. Yowza. Hello Saudi, here I come, basically. I pretty much do nothing but march around, and go to school all day. 6 hours of Arabic a day, 5 days a week, Miss Tabitha Pumpkinhead. ;) Anyway, I love it, but it's mind meltingly insane. So, that's me once more in a nutshell....oh, and I got married. Ciao!
|Saturday, June 29th, 2002|
|Baby got Back..
Yeah, that's right, I'm back in action. Sort of. Survived basic training with my virtue intact, or whatever it is that I went in with. I now have a hefty sleep defecit, a great body, and a horrible tendency to walk in step with the person beside me. I'm in Monterey now, big change from the hellish weather in Texas....we basically live in a cloud here. I'll be here for a little over a year, if all goes well, and then it's back to Texas again. I'll try to update as much as possible, and be around...since, woo, we actually have computer access here. Love and smooches and stuff to all, send me a line!!!!!
|Wednesday, May 8th, 2002|
Um, yeah. So my recruiter calls me this morning and informs me I leave tomorrow. 6 weeks of no computers, but lots of mud and guns to compensate. Anyway, this journal is on hold til then, but I'll be back once more, to thrill you all with my stories and quiz results. Hasta!!! Current Mood: shocked
|Tuesday, May 7th, 2002|
It's crunch time, baby. People I'm living with have given me a date....I've gotta be out by next Friday. I've got a couple of options up my sleeve, but none are very good. My recruiter's seeing what she can do about moving my ship-out date up....that would be helpful. At any rate, it's kinda adventurous. Where will I be in two weeks? Boot camp or a cardboard box? It's anybody's guess! Woo! Current Mood: anxious
|Monday, May 6th, 2002|
Quizzes for me too. To try and cheer myself up!!!
You are Fozzie!
Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on..
My jokes aren't lame!!!! Ok, maybe they're right......
take the what amusing entity are you? quiz by kimburk
Yeah! TO THA X-TREME!!!!
Take the World of Darkness Quiz
by David J Rust
Yeah. I'm a vampire. Right. Of course, I don't know anything about Worlds of Darkness, so maybe that explains it.Ooo! The potty mouth, callous, rude with a tendency to swear quite a lot...hmm...though your intentions may be good, the results aren't always what you thought they would be... you also tend to be a tad immature.Which finger are you?
Take the quiz to find out.</font>
you are ringwraith #
the funny one
Which Ringwraith Are You? Quiz
|Sunday, May 5th, 2002|
I don't know if the insane pollen-count is messing up people's lives, but that's my theory. Cause nearly everyone I know seems to be having their own version of hell right now. Gotta blame something.
Mine. I live with a friend I went to high school with, who lives with her family, who live in a house paid for by their computer-wealthy son. I don't pay rent, and this was stated as how it would be from the start, as was that I would get a part time job and try to focus on my art. Well, now they've decided that I need a 9 to 5 office job, and I need to start paying them. Fine, really, I mean....how generous was it of them to allow me to be here in the first place? I'm beholden. Anyway, they recently made murmurs about sending me away, because of the money/job thing, and because I wasn't helping out enough. So, I've busted my ass by doing all their dishes. Laundry. Ironing. Mowing the lawn, even. Trying my best to help out all that I can. But the plot thickens. They've built an apartment addition on to the house, for the son, who lives elsewhere during the week, but visits on weekends. All fine and dandy, until a neighbour called the county on them, and it turns out they haven't got permits for about half of what they've done. Anyway, authorities are saying they need to tear the thing down. And the son's company is folding, so he needs, maybe, to move back here. All this to say, they've given me two weeks notice. Maybe. 'Maybe, in two weeks, you'll have to be gone.' Nothing settled, here. Anyway, I'm stressing helllishly, because I have no effing place to go. Nowhere. My family is overseas. And I have no money. And because of my Air Force deal, I won't be around long enough to sign a 6 month lease. Oh, I'll figure it out. I always manage to land on my feet, but right now I'm tearing my hair out.
Anyway, that's that. Tea and sympathy, please.
|Saturday, May 4th, 2002|
|Sunday, April 21st, 2002|
|Saturday, April 20th, 2002|
It's late, I'm tired, and I'm in a story telling mood. So.
I take cabs, occasionally, and one time I hopped in one, and the driver asks me what kind of perfume I'm wearing. I demure (nosy bastard) and he tells me how he just loooves Eternity. Dramatic Pause. For Women. I'm wonderfully blase, but the guy just keeps blabbing, going on about how chicks dig guys who wear women's perfume. Sure, Buddy. Sooo, I'm feeling wicked and confrontational, so I say to him in conspiratorial tones that chicks dig guys who wear women's underwear too. I'm just bull-shitting, of course. But the driver looks at me in the mirror, with this sly little nod, and says......."I know."
Yeah, I drew my own conclusions from this too, and damn, were they scary!
|Wednesday, April 17th, 2002|
I'm back! That's right, thought I'd overcome my own stereotype of non-journalability, and actually post something again.
Sooo, I've finally flipped, and I'm off to join the military. Call me mad, you won't be the first, and you certainly won't be the last.
Anyway, not much to tell, I rocked my entrance exam, and now I just need a physical. Try not to get *too* excited, but I'll be posting all about my fabulous boot camp experience. If I can still type, that is. Oh, and think.
|Sunday, March 31st, 2002|
I am 78% worshipable! And you? Find out!
I'm the most worshipable so far......
SIRIUS: Score! Yes! Luh-whoo-suh-her! In your face! In your *face*!
|Saturday, March 30th, 2002|
Time for some more of that funky memory stuff.
Okinawa. Tiger Beach.
My little brother, bleached blond and sun-burnt, got all the adoring screams of 'kawaii!' (spelling?) from assorted local ladies, but I didn't really care. I was too absorbed with the tidepools. We had an aquarium, and caught everything in it ourselves. Little fish, electric blue. Sea urchins - my mother always screeched about how poisonous they were, but I seriously wanted to touch one.....Sea cucumbers I drew the line at. Ugliest things in all the universe. Once, after a typhoon, the beach was covered, absolutely covered, with sea snakes. Black and white zebra stripes, paddle shaped tails, these suckers can kill you in a minute or so. My best sea-creature encounter, though, was when I stepped on an octopus. Slimy critters. Tried to strangle my foot with it's tentacles, and when that didn't work, sent out an ink cloud. Ok, so the whole incident only lasted a split second before I ran screaming, but give me a little dramatic license, here. Turns out it was some deadly poisonous variety too. Somehow I miraculously survived all those potential horrible deaths. Guess I'm just lucky. Current Mood: chipper
|Friday, March 29th, 2002|
Oh all right, I'm giving in and trying one of these little tests. I couldn't resist Calvin.
|Thursday, March 28th, 2002|
I'm going to write about some memories of mine.....considering that my past is a bit more interesting than my present. They're divided in neat compartments in my mind, by place rather than time. Name a country, and I'll rattle off stories, but I find it incredibly difficult to place myself at a certain age, or during a specific year.
Some things are dream-foggy to me, and others are so clear they might have happened yesterday. I went to a local school, where I stuck out like a sore thumb with my red hair. I was always cast as the fox in school plays, and whether that was due to my colouring, or whether it was some not-so-veiled insult, I'll never know. It's funny, that the animals I like best are the ones with less-than fabulous reputations, in the culture I love. Badgers, foxes, cats. We had one, of the last, who lived up to her name, Baka, spectacularly. Nearly killed by sleeping in the car engine, a grand total of three times.
These things cannot possibly be interesting to anyone but myself, but my memories are indescribably precious to me, and I think writing them down is a good idea. So I'll continue with more, later.
|Sunday, March 24th, 2002|
Sigh, weekends never last long enough. Worked late yesterday, and M. and I got a serious craving for chocolate cake. This restaurant down the street makes something wicked called Dark Side of the Moon. Anyway, we call, and they're out. We end up calling every effing restaurant in the city, and no one has chocolate cake for us, but one. And they don't do carryout. So, we're mad like cats in a room full of rocking chairs, and we end up writing a bunch of stupid stuff all over the store. Poems to chocolate cake. Personal ads for chocolate cake. Grafitti extolling the virtues of chocolate cake. I'm pathetic. And I could still go for some chocolate cake. Current Mood: discontent