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Nov. 20th, 2005 | 01:40 am
mood: hornyhorny
music: Clara singing country songs

Been quite a while since my last post... its become a pattern the last couple years. Might change since I've now got my own computer with internet.
Where to start?
I got deployed in March this year, got back in September. The USS Ashland was my home for 6 long months, since I was in the ship's company of marines, floating around the mediterranian and the gulf. I stopped in 7 countries... Malta, Israel, Kuwait, United Arab Emirates, Jordan, Greece, and Spain. We stayed in Kuwait for a whole month doing marine things in the desert, getting ready for Iraq, but then they decided they wanted to put us back on the ship in case something else came up. No complaints... that whole region of the world is pretty worthless and I was glad to leave it. Fuck prisons, we should send criminals to the desert.
Then in port in Jordan, the Ashland got missiles shot at it by some Iraqi terrorists. Somehow they couldn't hit a couple giant ships, and hit a warehouse instead. Was a pretty big deal though, having people actively trying to kill me simply for who I am and who I work for.
Besides Kuwait and Jordan though, all the countries we stopped at were pretty damn cool. United Arab Emirates was a surprise... very arabic, but yet very western at the same time. Lots of money, fancy buildings and stuff... you forget you're in the desert for a while in Dubai. Greece and Malta were very similar, very cool... Europe is really chilled out, laid back. I loved it... no opened container laws, no problem with walking down the streets with a beer... every establishment sold alcohol. European men do dress and act like homosexuals... the whole tight pants, sunglasses, gelled hair thing is very much 'in', so it was pretty hard to tell if they were just hip, or were riders of the hersey highway.

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Once again

Dec. 21st, 2004 | 01:30 pm
mood: pensivepensive
music: My yahoo launchcast station

Seems the only time I really have any time to spend on the internet is when I'm at my parents' house for the holidays. Not having a computer will to that to you. I'm trying to enjoy it, since who knows if I'll be able to even be in this country next year Christmastime.

I am deploying with the U.S. Marines in March, as is most everyone else that I know. I knew that it could happen when I joined almost two years ago on that fateful day, but still it is a shocking, and I'll be the first to admit, a scary experience. I am more than likely going to somewhere where I am hated, and people actively try to blow me up on a daily basis for my President's decision to invade their sovereign nation.

I watch Colin Powell's address to the U.N. asking for help and giving reason why the world should attack Iraq. I've watched the news, Farhenheit 9/11, talked to my friends who've been there, even talked to Iraqis who fled the country. I've seen the daily little messages scrolling along the bottom of the screen on CNN, informing all of a few more young American lives ended.

Its not a war that I support. Regardless, I will be in the middle of it, doing my duty, and being put in harm's way. I don't kid myself. I know that there are very good chances of someone I know, someone I talk to every day, dying in an explosion of radical muslim hatred. I know that it could be me.

Life goes on, and I enjoy every minute of it as best I can.

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Mar. 3rd, 2004 | 09:34 am
mood: okayokay
music: None, at work

I had deleted this journal for a while, since my dad found it, and seemed to think it had 'incriminating evidence' in it or something. I decided I'd bring it back, especially since I now have internet access again on a regular basis(can I get a hell yeah for desk jobs?).

Lets write up a little update on the hard facts of my life now. Basically just an expanded version of my bio that I stuck in my user info. Anyways.....

Last entry was in Ft. Sill, OK. I graduated from my artillery class there(got a little award too for good grades), and am now stationed in Camp Lejune, NC. I don't really know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. For my first 3 months, my daily work consisted of a lot of inventorying gear, and cleaning. I just recently got changed to a desk job, making reports and stuff like that. More responsibility, and more suited to my skills I suppose. I still have to go out to the 'field' about once a month, and camp out there, lugging around gear, my machine gun, and basically doing the whole Marine thing. I bitch about it a lot, but my job isn't really that bad. What I do hate are my superiors.

I got myself a beautiful blue 2000 Ford Focus hatchback. Its been dubbed 'The Blue Meanie', and I positively love her. I look for excuses to go out, just so I can drive. I'm all about road trips on weekends.

I don't really have any close friends here. One I had was sent to Haiti. Bunch of aquaintances though. Always somebody to hang out with. As always, I'm single, and looking. Had a girl here in NC for a little while, but it didn't work out.

Recently found an NC online ravers' community, and its looking promising. Was gonna go to a party on Friday, but a buddy asked me to replace him on duty so he can go up to VA and see his wife. Me, being the softy that I am, said yes. There'll be other parties, and the dude promised to pay me too.

Thats the basics.

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Ho hum

Sep. 17th, 2003 | 07:50 pm
mood: pleasedpleased
music: CNN

Well, I finished Marine Corps boot camp and infantry training. Quite an accomplishment, if I do say so myself. Nobody can really understand it unless they've been through it. I kept something of a journal in my free moments in boot camp, and really should put it up here someday.
I had some really interesting trains of thought at times. I broke my heel while in boot camp, and ended up spending another two extra months of there. That gave me a lot of time to sit around, and I even wrote the first bit of a story about some people I knew down in Bolivia. I put it up on my website here</a>. Post comments about it up here if you take the time to read it and have any opinions.

I'm now in Fort Sill, Oklahoma. An Army base, of all places, but thats where all of the artillery training happens, no matter what branch of service you are. Its not too bad of a place, but my daily routine sucks royally. Since my classes haven't started yet, I'm in holding, doing nothing all day except for whatever odd jobs they can think up(which is mostly cleaning the barracks over and over and over....). Its not so bad, since I'm always with other Marines. Like my recruiter told me, its like being in the world's biggest gang. I really felt that when we all went to this strip joint/bar on Saturday. The place was filled almost totally with Marines. Some of us even beat up the bouncers(this happened after I left. I miss everything). The feeling of belonging is great. It makes the lack of freedoms and sucky tasks worth it. Plus, I have a stead paycheck that I can spend on anything I want. Most of these guys blow it all within a week, but I'm still used to the Bolivian economy, and it seems like an awful lot of money. I've always been a conservative spender anyhow.

I'm using an internet terminal at the Taco Bell on base now. They charge the ungodly sum of $7 an hour, so I have to refrain myself from staying on too long. Ah, well, things change.

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Jul. 26th, 2003 | 11:27 am
mood: happyhappy
music: digitallyimported.com

Last night I returned home after spending 5 months down on Parris Island, home to the US Marine Corps' boot camp. It was a great experience. Tough, but very beneficial. I wrote a journal a bit while I was there, and might put those entries in here someday, when I have time. Not much more to say right now.

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A strange turn of events....

Feb. 21st, 2003 | 10:05 pm
mood: excitedexcited
music: Kimball Collins - Lost in Love

Interestingly enough, considering my last post, I did something unexpected this week.

I joined the US Marine Corps.

I met a recruiter at Walmart earlier this week, and passed the exams and paperwork today. I ship off to boot camp on March 10.

I'm sure about what I'm doing, and quite proud of myself. 4 years of my life in which I'm assured job security, medical and dental care, good company, and a lot of learning, aside from the cash they give you for college. Plus the pay is better than whatever job I'd find around here. And the discipline will do me good.

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Feb. 17th, 2003 | 11:52 pm
mood: Better, after writing
music: Infected Mushroom - Symphonatic

For the lighter side of the Iraq situation: http://www.idleworm.com/nws/2002/11/iraq2.shtml

Right now, I'm sitting alone in the living room of my family's 2 bedroom apartment. The only things you can hear are the space heater in the kitchen/dining room, the computer fan, and of course, an mp3 of a DJ Jurgen I nabbed off of kazaa.com(an excellent replacement for napster, by the way).
Everybody else has been in bed for a while, but I'm not tired yet, as usual. So I sit here in front of my screen, role playing on my Star Wars MUSHes, looking at a few webpages, and chatting once in a while with a friend on MSN as they pop on and offline.

My life has become the internet once again, sadly. And whats worse, I don't even real have those 'internet best buddies' from years ago to show for it. Sure, there are a few people on my MUSHes I talk to regularly, but there's only one I'd really say is my friend, and he's a naive-but-nice 17 year old wigger kid in Oklahoma.

Its not even fun anymore. The internet hasn't been fun for me for a long time. What am I saying, then? I'm addicted to it? Well, I guess that makes sense according to a theory I had a while ago. We'll call it the Gringo's Theory: When you quit some addiction you have, automatically the others you have in your life get worse to take up the load.

Whats worse is that I do sort of have some friends in town. There's a bunch of eastern-European guys living 2 blocks away who're pretty cool, but I just don't get up the energy to go over and hang out. Inertia keeps me at home, and if I'm at home, I automatically gravitate towards the computer.

Hmm, I should relate yesterday's event. It'll make for a long journal entry, but I'm sure someone will trudge through all this. Besides, writing is theraputic for me. I'm not exactly in emotional turmoil as I often am when I make an entry here, but there is a great feeling of boredom, and maybe a bit of 'I'm an outsider', 'I don't belong here'.

Anyhow, yesterday's event. I was out shovelled snow and digging the cars out with my brother. It was good to get some exercise and have some variety, as much as I hated the idea at first. Almost right out our door is the creek which runs right through the middle of town(we now live a block from main street in a small town). After a while, I was just standing there, and across the creek I saw a group of three high school kids. They stopped for a moment, and I heard one call out 'Queer' and 'Fagot'. Then they started walking again. At that moment, I wasn't sure if it was directed at me or at my little brother, but it didn't matter. I told my brother to come with me, and I rushed down the alley and across the bridge to cut them off. They looked back and saw me coming, and I yelled, "Hey!". They were two guys, and a girl. Now, I've never been in a fight in my life, but I was pissed, and even if there were two, they were smaller. They heard me, but kept on walking. I went on after em, and called, "C'm here!" One of the guys, the smaller one(all I remember about him now is that he was wearing a blue baseball cap), hung behind a bit as the other two went ahead. I yelled, "You say somethin' to me?" and he, without looking back, said, "No I'm not." He then kept on walking, and the only thing that I could think to say was, "All right then." I stayed there at the corner for a while, and my little brother finally caught up to me. He didn't have any idea what was going on.

I looked down the road to see hat they were up to, and saw that they were talking to a couple of older guys in a SUV. The red SUV then came down the road while my brother and I were still standing there, and the guy was laughing up a storm as they passed, though he didn't look at me very closely.

As I think back on it now, it might be that the kids were talking to each other, and not to us. That I went after them, and now look like a complete psycho to them. Or, if they were talking to us, and I called their bluff in such a cheesy way, half the town is gonna be out to nail my ass to the wall.

I have been hearing things wrong a lot lately, and I sometimes see people I know, and then when I take a closer look, its someone else. Either its from the speed, or using headphones at high volume too much.

I don't care that much either way, but it got my adrenaline flowing nicely. We took a walk around the block after that. While cutting across the church parking lot, I saw a girl coming towards me in the snow. She looked college age, and has these great greenish eyes, and one of those purse kinda pack thingy that are sort of punkish. Heaven knows why I notice these things. I made plenty of room for her to walk by, and smile, saying "Hello." as she passed. She smiles, and said, "Hey." My little brother said he hadn't seen her in his high school, either.

I decided we had walked far enough, and we turned around. She crossed the street, and headed for the piazza place. I didn't want to look like I was following her, or anything, so we stayed on our side of the street, and I tried to 'look without looking'. She went behind a truck, and I think she checked her face in the truck's side mirror, and then got out a cigarette. Not too sure on that, though.

Why is the episode with the girl so important? Well, I'll tell you. It was my first contact with someone I like in this country. And it happened completely out of the blue, in one of my worst moments. In fact, if I hadn't have been on that adrenaline high(such as it was), I probably would have done what I normally do when a girl walks by: look her in the eye without smiling, probably giving the impression I'm a mean stuck-up psycho-type.

And, of course, seeing as how its a small town, I've got good odds of seeing her again.
On the flip side, I've also got good odds of seeing those three damn kids again, but I probably won't recognize them.

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Feb. 15th, 2003 | 08:27 pm
music: Mix of Lasgo songs

So many things strike me as odd about the number of protests yuppies make about the future war on Iraq.

First thing that comes to mind is: why did no one say anything when Clinton did basically the same thing in Haiti? They're both violent changes of another country's oppresive regime, with further justification in danger to US interests. Or Afganistan, for that matter? What makes the Taliban any different from Sadam?

Next: The U.N. is full of gutless bullshiters, and is brainnumbingly ineffective in efforts to keep the peace or forcing countries into doing things they don't want to. Does anyone really think that Sadam would be more cooperative now if he didn't have hundreds of thousands of troops coming at him?

I was incredibly impressed by Colin Powell's speech to the U.N.
Anyone who saw it, and believed that Iraq deserves 'more time'....... well, they are the reason that dictators like Sadam can do atrocities like he does.

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Poder latino.......

Jan. 22nd, 2003 | 11:24 am
mood: curiouscurious
music: www.mp3daze.com/shoutcast.htm

According to Dan Rathers last night, latinos now outnumber blacks as the largest minority group. I think thats interesting.

Another thing that came to mind as I was watching the news report were the Asian-Americans. In all my lifetime, I can't recall once having heard about one making trouble about being discriminated against. Is this because the other races like them better, or what?

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Commentaries on various issues

Jan. 21st, 2003 | 01:06 pm

President Bush has recently been critized by even his own Secretary of State for his words against a Michigan University's policy on admission. Their way of judging which applicants are in or out is a 150 point grading. Blacks, hispanics, and asians receive 20 points automatically simply for being born into their respective races.

Ok, lets think about this here. As I heard on the news yesterday, the famed civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr, which I'm sure 90% of those who support Affirmative Action believe to be their hero, had a dream about a nation where all men are treated equally, regardless of their race.

I'm a young white male. Say that some dude from the projects, who we'll call Tyron, has gotten the same SAT and ACT scores as I. Say his family has the same income as mine. Say we're exactly the same, in all respects, aside from skin color. Tyron will be accepted at this college before I am. I might not even get in, due to the 20 points he gets, due to no personal merit, character, actions, or anything else relevant.

If anyone can call that 'equal treatment', I'd like to have a doctor check if they're brain dead, and show them my middle finger.

Affirmative Action has outlived its usefullness, or at least overstepped its bounds.

I, for one, am going to write the President a letter of support, write Colin Powell a letter similar to this posting, and see what else I can do to make people wake up to the reality of this new trend of reverse racism. This is something that I have experienced first hand. Every day I drive by an all-black university. In high school, one of my classmates, which had worse grades and had been suspended a few times, was offered a full scholarship. I wasn't.

And if nobody posts to this journal entry, I'll be seriously pissed.

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