New Found Niche

Working 7 days a week makes you lose sense of what day it is. Elizabethtown KY is a generally deadbeat place during the week, so going to eat dinner on Friday night, when I thought it was Tuesday was a lovely treat. I feel like this atmosphere is aging me a bit though being that waiting 10-15 minutes for a table annoyed me. I guess falling into a monotonous schedule will do that too you.

Eating habits have not gotten any better, after shamefully stuffing my face at a $6.99 pizza buffet soaked in my own tears with one of my girlfriends yesterday.

I did, however, have the lovely privelege of going out to the Landing Zone last night (the post bar that attracts a wide variety of people). I have seen more unflattering spandex dresses, sparkly cowboy boots, and affliction t-shirts than any one girl should be exposed to at one time, its ok though..there are good people everywhere. Nevertheless, I went with a group of people that I thoroughly enjoyed myself with. The funny thing about this job is that you work with people regardless of age and background. Never would I have expected to hang out with middle aged men, and actually find interesting things to talk about. It's almost like going out in college, plus or minus a few children, divorces, and laugh lines. It's the best of both worlds, they can live vicariously through me by streaming a wealth of knowledge into my primative brain, and I can through them by looking at pictures and listening to classic stories about their children's sporting events. People love to talk about themselves, and I don't mind listening. I think if somebody thinks I'm cool enough to expand about their personal lives, than I should find it a privelege to be the one to listen. A few months ago I would have, honestly, been creeped out talking to older people at a bar as bad as that sounds. That doesn't negate being ACTUALLY creeped on in a bar though. Last night one of my girlfriends was being absolutely harrassed my a 30 year old woman with braces, who, undoubtebly was a lesbian (evident by the fact that she was a foot away from my friends face, slobbering over how gorgeous she was). One of the drill sergeats finally stepped in and told her to back off by saying something like "Sorry ma'am, she's not available..but THIS ONE (poining at me) is". What the heck?!? So she turned to me and said OoOoo you're gorgeous too...um thanks?? So my mind started ticking as to how to respond to the relatively awkward situation, and I finally decided to outplay her in her very forewardly lesbian little game. So I growled at her. Success, I scared her and she walked away. Check that one off the bucket list, out lesbianing a lesbian. We went home after that. Weird ugh.

I have completely finished all of my work for Alpha Co's cycle at this point. My work day includes occupying a desk for 12 hours with my counterpart, a 43 year old Special Forces Master Sergeant who is awesome. Ever since we've finished, we have a long debate just about every day. So far we've covered global warming, religion, government, the economy, finances, and our life plans. Granted his are a little bit more established than mine. At least I get to work with someone who is not only interesting, but can stand to have his opinion argued without getting angry or catching an attitude. We agree about half the time. Less than a week left in Alpha Co, after that it's off to Golf Co to be a Squad Tactical Officer where it starts all over.

Wild things

Kentucky weather is erratic and unpredictable. One minute it could be completely sunny and the next thunder and lightning. This morning, after formation, I found myself debating whether or not to run to the gym or to just stay inside. After several minutes of staring aimlessly out of the door, and the rain not even remotely thinning out, I decided to bolt in an aimless fashion toward the gym. More accurately, in an aimless, baby deer in the headlights who hasn't found its legs type fashion. In my mind I had it all planned out: leap off of the sidewalk and over the newly formed river that overlay a quarter of the road separating me from the other side like some sort of Bruce Lee, Die Hard, and with the intensity of Nicholas Cage fashion. What actually happened was that, in all of the glory that I had expected, I leaped off the curb and into the river like some sort of mix between a failed corny asian extreme challege clip and Rosy O'Donnell having a stroke. Except for a small piece of my pride, all that is missing is a chunk of my left knee.

Good thing I decided to go to the breakfast hall right after this happened because little did I know this day was about to get a whole lot better. When I asked the man behind the counter for 2 boiled eggs..HE GAVE ME 3 and thats not even the best part. After I said "thank you" he replied with "anything for you big mama, suga mama"...the epitome of complements. Instant morale boost. I sat down to eat my meal feeling revitalized, and 30 seconds later was scraping the food away because I got a call that we were needed back at the Co. Oh well, can't win them all. But for real..what compels a person to call someone big mama suga mama? Baffling for sure.

This complement high sustained me until I ate mexican for lunch for the second day in a row. It is currently 2:40, approximately one hour after lunch and I feel like nothing I can do could reverse the detrimental activity of eating that, to return me back to the person I was before this meal. Mexican food is a dirty thing. I actually never want to eat it. It just has a way of making you lose your God damned mind and next thing you know you are knee deep in the disgusting goop that is refried beans, rice, and meat. It also doesn't matter what you order, IT'S ALL THE SAME THING WITH THE SAME 5 INGREDIENTS. It's creepy and I refuse to eat it again. Until tomorrow when I have to make another nail biting decision between Burger King, Applebees, and El Caminos GROSS.

I think I'm going to switch to tumblr soon so I can post picvs and what not.

Nobody cares but mama

In order to keep up on all of the enthralling adventures that real life entails, I have decided to keep a blog. Now, I realize that few people probably give a shit about my whereabouts and what the heck I'm up to..so the primary purpose of this ordeal is to keep my parents updated on how things are going and to document experiences that I would otherwise just forget about in the future.

Currently I have a 2 1/2 month assignment in one of the most wonderful parts of the United States: Fort Knox, KY. Some of the regional attractions include a Burger King and adault video store on every corner, relentless humidity, and a diverse population of brainless white American's who know nothing more than to wake up and put their already soiled wrangler jeans on. One of my favorite places to eat, and frankly probably the highlight of my monotonous day, is Applebees, where I can get a decent salad with a local dressing called "hot bacon". A must have for any foody looking to endulge their senses.

In all seriousness...what the heck?? I feel like I am in the twilight zone.

Regardless of the assigments that I have been tasked which is to be an operations officer for Alpha Co and a Squad Tactical Officer for Golf Co, I have met some pretty decent people. The people that I have been tasked to workl with have been nothing but good to me. I even got to go home this past weekend to Pittsburgh to see some of the people that I have been missing since the moment that I left. Not to mention the excellent timing of getting to go to the biggest tailgate of the year; the Kenny Chesney concert. Kenny Chesney might be one of the biggest clowns in America, but shoutout to Kenny who made it possible for me to blackout for a few good hours, and to reconnect myself with the former shitshow that I once was in college. Overall all is well, in good spirits, and such is life.