The more we move ahead, the more we're stuck in rewind.

I'm sitting here with a thousand dollar ring on my finger.
I'm going to be Mrs. Downes in a month's time.

We're having the ceremony over Christmas break.
More on that later.

Back home to support Pap in his heart surgery.

Home is as frustrating as ever.

BUT... Dave will be here within the next 26 hours. I'm counting.

Also, I have a mowhawk. That is all.
 

I've spent the past two days proving myself worthy, and tomorrow, I graduate. I will receive my stamp of approval to move on to the fleet, and I couldn't be happier.
After two days in 90 degree weather and full uniform, I'm exhausted. But hey, I've showered, so I'm only half as miserable.

Watch out, Fleet! Here I come!

I can't believe I'm graduating Friday.

I got my orders today.

I'm going to the USS Carl Vinson, CVN 70, out of Norfolk.
Sometime between now and January, we're moving out of Norfolk and going to San Diego and that will be our new homeport. And how are we going to get there, you ask?

We're going around the Horn. I'll see South America... And I'll be deployed during Christmas. I told Mom that, and her snide fucking comment to that was, "Great."

What a way to dampen my day.

And now I just got done with a cleaning muster during which I swept and swabbed an entire pway and ladderwell, while people sat and watched. My section leaders pretty much watched the whole thing. My hip is out of joint, my back is out, and they just watched.
I sang cadence during PT this morning.
My uniform always looks top notch.
And have I ever gotten any rewards for going above and beyond the expectations? No.
Nope, not at all.
I'm so tired of this place. I can't wait to go to my ship.
 

Dude, we did voice training the other day in EJC.
Guess who already knew all of it?

Me.

Thank you, BAHS Drama, and more notably John Hrushka. Without him, I wouldn't know these things.

I'm really ill today.
My head is spinning. Yay sinus infection.

I should be writing my script for EJC, but I'm not really feeling well enough to be doing that.
Which is funny, because I'm fucking... typing here.

11 more days of EJC.
How do you eat an elephant?
One bite at a time. That's how.
And that's how I'm going to get through EJC.
One step at a time.

Dave called me this morning, drunk.

He told me that he was going to get sick, and then started apologizing for being an asshole, a jerk.
I was puzzled and basically told him to shut the hell up.

I called him back tonight and he explained that if he really were as amazing as I say he is, he wouldn't be going out and getting drunk, but instead using that time to call me.
What he fails to understand is that I don't care how often he calls, as long as he is alive and well and happy, and still wants to talk to me.

This week made me realize all over again how perfect he is for me. How well we both complement each other.

I could never have found a better man for me.

Somehow, from the other side of the world, my boyfriend made my birthday wonderful.

It hit me pretty hard today that my boyfriend isn't going to get to see me graduate.
He's not going to get to see the ceremony that marks the greatest achievement thus far in my young life.

I hate this fucking game.

Having well connected friends will get you EVERYTHING you could ever want.

God, I'm sick.

And instead of going to get my birth control thing today, while I'm SIQ, I have to go get it Monday. FML.

Talking with Boy has put me in a fantastic mood.

My boyfriend is the most amazing person ever.

He stayed up all damn night to talk to me.

Okay, who the fuck sent me a Nintendo DS?

AND A PINK NINTENDO DS none the less.

For real, this is kind of making me mad. Who am I supposed to thank?
 

Guess who's back?

I'm fucking gone.
Off to boot camp, off to spread my wings.
This is my future.

HOOYAH, NAVY.


Love you guys.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g8HQtdmFNs

The more I think about it, the more I don't want to leave.

MONDAY! HURRY UP.

Sarah Palin, you are the most unwomanly woman I have ever had the misfortune of hearing about.
I hope you rot in hell. I hope that when you get there, you are Hitler's whore.

How dare you take away my rights as a woman? How dare you share my gender and try to preach to me what I can and cannot do to my body? How dare you think you would be a competent president?

You do not share my voice. I hate your politics and the false images you paint of your family. I admire your charisma, but I must say... Charisma does NOT make up for the intelligence you are sorely lacking.


http://www.time.com/time/politics/article/0,8599,1849483,00.html?imw=Y