Friday, December 24, 2010

Days 7-8 (and probably 9): "Those are my principles, and if you don't like them...well, I have others."- Groucho Marx

It's hard to write meaningful blogs when nothing meaningful actually happens. I still associate myself as a college student and party with all my buds (mostly as a dd). Last night was just another one of those nights. I was supposed to go dancing with my mom (yeah, she raised me well :p), sister, and a few close friends but the place closed their doors (without notice, mind you) for a private party. WTF!!! Needless to say, that was a no go...but the party is never over for determined college students. (Well, ex-college student I suppose...). My mom returned home to await another night of possible dancing. I, with a steadily more drunk crowd occupying my car seats, decided to hit up a different place. It was definitely a more college student friendly bar with cheap liquor/beer, club music, and pool tables/darts. Interesting events occurred amongst my friends, but apparently I left, drunk friends in tow, before the real exciting stuff happened. Thank goodness it was my sister who had to deal with it and not me. ;-)

This morning my friend, who drunkenly texted me in the early AM (3AM), stood me up for breakfast. (No shit! Big surprise...) I was a tad disappointed, but nothing a blueberry bagel from Panera couldn't help cure. As I readied myself for the 45 minute drive down south to visit my boyfriend and his family, I had to make a pit stop in the Panera bathroom. I left the bathroom feeling more thankful to Jesus for toilets. As I was washing my hands in the wheelchair accessible bathroom stall (don't judge me...I still haven't had to experience the guilt of having someone in wheelchair wait for me to exit this luxurious stall), a black woman ran into the empty stall next to mine and I had to control myself. She was praising Jesus as she tinkled. I wanted to praise Jesus with her, or at least shout AMEN!...but all I could do was sip my chai tea as I walked out of the bathroom and try to control my chuckles.

Tomorrow is Christmas! "Praise Jesus!" ;-) Family, friends, and food. Amen, Amen. If anything interesting happens, besides having great presents or getting a brand new car in the driveway, I'll be back. Otherwise, Merry Christmas to all...and to all a good night!!"

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Day 6: "They hate me and rate me simply because they ain't me."

Perhaps I should have put a disclaimer on my blog when I first began. Eh, better late than never.

Disclaimer: Stories from here until Jan/Feb are pretty much irrelevant to anything military.

Alrighty then! Now I can continue.

Lately I've been an emotional train wreck. No understatement...

One thing I absolutely despise, is repeatedly unnecessary rudeness. I haven't learned to appropriately deal with emotions. If something I do embarrasses me, or I do something wrong, I tend to think about it continuously....same thing happens when people do something completely out of left field...

I'm still completely dumbfounded by this 25 year old female's attitude and insistence on trying to make me disappear from my boyfriend's (her "best friend") life. I don't know how to deal with being angry for what she did earlier this year, and therefore I've developed my first real bout of "hatred" for someone....and hate is a ridiculously harsh word. That's how angry I am about it.

So, basically, like the quote says:  "They hate me and rate me simply because they ain't me." It sort-of makes me feel better.

Will I stop letting her get to me because of this quote? Probably not.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Day 5: "You can only be young once. But you can always be immature. "

Regardless of how old we are, people will still fall prey to immature and childish behavior. One would wish with that with age comes wisdom. Truth be told, we're all guilty of it...some more than others.

Evidence numero uno: At the Bucs game this past Sunday, two older people (probably mid 30s) got into a pretty wild shouting match/argument about whose team was better. Really? Yeah, I wish the Bucs would have won the damn game, but I'm  not going to go to the nearest fan and instigate a fight. Sportsmanship...I learned to be a smiling sore loser.
Evidence numero dos: I was at the mall  yesterday (during Christmas time??? WTF were you thinking, LT-- good job). Anyway, I was at a 3-way stop sign where incoming traffic had the right of way. Well, no cars were coming and it was my turn to go and some butthole (to remove an expletive) ran the stop sign and then felt the urge to stick his hand out the window to flick me off. Meanwhile his child was in the backseat...Way to go, #1 Dad!!

Anyway, not all bouts of immaturity are bad. Some are rather entertaining and do provide some laughter. Hell, comedians make a living off of our immature and perverted sense of humor. It's all good, world. Gives me something to blog about.

~ You can only be young once. But you can always be immature. ~ Dave Barry

Monday, December 20, 2010

Day 4

I've wanted to start up another blog for some time, and what better time than now. Today is "Day 4" of my being a commissioned officer in the U.S. Air Force (The best Air Force in the world!)-- always have to throw that in there to show some pride, and almost two weeks as being an undergrad from the University of South Florida (Go Bulls!!). 

With some insistence from a fellow co-worker and blogger, I figured that as I transition from a semi "responsibility free" college student, whose main worries were whether I could pay rent and still have enough money to party on the weekend (yeah, realize how food wasn't really an issue...I could always mooch from my mom 15 mins away or do the whole "liquid diet" dealio), to an adult with responsibilities with not only my life, but the lives of those I will be leading, I would try and track my journey- however many mistakes and bloopers I may have on the way.

I can't say that I'm not being proactive. Among the stress of having to contact TMO (the people who pack and move your stuff) there is my having to cancel my Bright House service, painting and moving my stuff from my apartment to my parent's house for the TMO people to pick-up. It's tough. Not only that, I am constantly thinking about what the future will have in store. Hopefully, I'll learn a few things from the books I picked up from Barnes and Nobles today...maybe something will soak into my pretty stubborn brain. 

Now my boyfriend is also military, albeit a Lieutenant (LT) in the Army, and  has pretty much the same job as me (Military Police or MP). It'll be a tough road for us both.

So, where am I headed? Alabama, then Texas, and from there only God will know. As a Security Forces Officer, the likelihood of being sent overseas is pretty high...heh, let's be optimistic here and hope for a silver lining.

"Hurry up and wait". A very famous military phrase. It sucks. The more time you have to think, the more doubts creep up and worries settle in. 

However, I plan on enjoying the month and a half I have here with as many friends and family outings as possible and hopefully have some amusing memories to take with me. 

This blog will hopefully be entertaining and eye-opening. Not all people are like me; In fact, I'm unique (just like everybody else, right?). Bear with me. haha

"Hurry up and wait
So close, but so far away
Everything that you've always dreamed of
Close enough for you to taste
But you just can't touch

You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet
Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face as the door keeps slamming
Now you're feeling more and more frustrated
And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting

We live and we learn to take
One step at a time
There's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It's gonna happen and it's
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
One step at a time"
Jordin Sparks