... Of the Day

Just thinking about it.  I believe you could get cut short on your massage therapy session if you informed them of your massive knot that needs to be rubbed out.  Then again, what if the masseuse did it?

If Only

Pretty monumental events during the end of June. This Communications Exercise is taking up way too much time and at this point I don’t even give a fuck about it. Seriously, the hassles I’m dealing with and the hoops I’m jumping through to get the people in my company what they want that they think they “need” is absurd. Then to top things off Ryan almost dies in a motorcycle accident and all I want to do is be at the hospital until he gets better. Good friends are hard to come by and Mac and Carlson are visiting at least every day. I wish I could be there. I haven’t even seen him conscience yet. Accident Saturday; I find out Saturday night; go to the hospital; stay there until midnight after I worked a 36 hour shift; sleep; go there Sunday; he goes into surgery; he comes out of surgery; we see him while he’s still under; we leave; I go back to the Comm-Ex; surgery Monday or Tuesday (I’m mixing days together); recovery Tuesday; He’s somewhat conscience and moving around a bit; and here I am still at the Comm-Ex doing just about nothing.



If only I could be out of the Marine Corps, do what I do at a job, and then I wouldn’t have restrictions that limit me from visiting my friends. If only.


iPhone 4 – I don’t care any more. Are you going to release e-mails to the world like the iPad did?


632 days left of Active Duty Service.

In Between Happenings

So I'm still working on the poem that I've been working on for some time now.  I think I may have to break parts of it apart and do other things with them, but that happens.  In the process of writing I went back and was looking for a poem where I used the line "held back by the serifs caught on my tongue."  That line took a lot of effort.  I think I can really rotate the entire poem around that line.  I really want to revisit this poem, Busted Afternoons.  I have liked Subdue the Rain for a long time now, but Busted Afternoons really shows emotion.


Current Poem in Progress:  dealing with my muse.  I have had quite a bit of inspiration to guide my poetry, and I definitely have grown from the ugh, just thinking about it makes my soul hurt, things I used to write like "Sippy Liquey."  Yeah, that was a bad one.  I moved on to write some better things, and I.... words, something, yep I lost it.


Get It Faster - Jimmy Eat World


Pretty cool video cover: Paramore doing a cover of Use Somebody - Kings of Leon


Back to current.  How do you explain pain and spiraling effects and edging on disaster?
Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story
of that man skilled in all ways of contending,
the wanderer, harried for years on end


Portraying this has been difficult and most of the reason this poem is not done.  I'm going to work on it today and see what happens.

Whoa Black Betty dah deh dah

At the moment, I am a wee bit hungover and VERY scatter-brained.

I'm set to go to Yuma, Arizona tomorrow for a couple days to see how my buddies in Bravo have been running their network.  Then we can see what we need to emulate for our impending operation.

I got pissed off at one of my sergeants last week and proceeded to yell at him in front of everyone.  I could have been written up immediately for that and lost my rank.  Kind of out of character for me, but he really pissed me off.

Song: Scream with Me - Mudvayne

I've been in a writing and drawing mood lately.  I drew three, one panel, comics last week.  Decently funny.  I want to write, but I'm just not sure where to start.  No lines are hitting me yet.  Expect to see "jade" for a while.

I have been loving my latest phone.  Let me check here.  First phone was a Motorola flip that I dropped down a flight of stairs and it still worked (Rob also had the same phone).  I may need to edit this later, forgetting.  I know I had the RZRv3 flip.  I think that was next.  Then the LG Chocolate slide.  Then the LG Versa.  And now the HTC Eris, which is a droid.  The new app I just got was a countdown timer.  Yep, I put my EAS on that baby.

EAS - 693 days.  99 weeks left.  A little under 2 years.

I bought a 2003 Mini Cooper on March 30.  I have been loving driving that car.  I named her Black Betty.

That's all I really have for now.

3rd Time is the Charm: Disposition

Disposition

End of heartache
Gorgeous is just a formality
Teeter on interest
Unbecoming and
Jaded disposition.

4/8/2010

Poem for Winter

A Winter Walk

I take a walk that is frequent in clairvoyance.

Shuffling my feet along to ease my mind because

I am riddled by temple hemispheres.

Drifted banks of snow, line the path I walk.

Indents into ankle high powder are the footsteps of my past.

I place my next foot over soft unique snowflakes

Which are then pressed into eight inch patterns.

Each footfall is a fresh start in any direction.

The chill breeze at my back edging me along

While I drag my feet with reminiscence.

Each step confronting openly the future.

My fingertips curled into my jade sweatshirt

Fumbling the leafs onto which I have written.

The papers fall to the wayside and scatter.

Meaning lost in diction and connotation.

Imagery forgotten with syllables and stress.

3/21/2010

Location, Location, Location

I had some firsts on my trip to Snowbird, Utah.
1. Snowboarding on some real mountains.  AWESOME!
2. Saki-bomb.  I had three.  They were okay.  Better beer might have made that a better experience.
3. Managing to get drunk in a state where 3.2% alcohol is all you can find.
4. Sushi.  I had multiple variations.  The best being shrimp something with wasabi.  I guess I always knew I wouldn't like sushi that much, but I finally did try it.  So eat it, whore.
5.  I realized that snowboarding with Evan could be the cause of my shoulder problems.
 a. One of my first times snowboarding we left Mt. Holly early because I hurt my shoulder.  
 b. Bear Mountain I fall off a rail and hurt my shoulder.
 c. I dislocate my shoulder at Boyne Highlands on a vert wall.
 d. I dislocate my shoulder at Nubs Nob by sliding out somehow.
 e. I dislocate my shoulder at Snowbird exactly the same as at Nubs Nob.
 f. I dislocate my shoulder at Snowbird by jumping off of a rock.
 g. I dislocate my shoulder at Snowbird by losing my edge and rolling.
6. I ran into my first pay for carry-on even though I am military.  Lame. $60.
7. I got wind-burn on my face so bad that I have a distinct goggle tan.  Sweet proof of my snowboard trip.
8.  Making up a drinking game with Evan.  Too bad Rob wasn't involved in this one.
 a.  At a reception or similar:  if someone orders a wine, 1 drink.
 b. Beer, 2 drinks.
 c. Mixed-drink, 3 drinks.
 d. Straight-drink, 4 drinks.
 e. Additional rules and variations are acceptable.


Pretty eventful vacation.  Totally worth it.