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| From reading my old posts, I've concluded that I used to bitch alot. Anywho, lifes okay in Arkansas I guess. It gets a little boring from time to time. Actually, its boring all the time. Wow, thats all I have to say. Normally I have a lot to say. Oh well, guess not. Take care guys, Buck | | |
| Hey Guys. Hope all is well in your lifes. I had a had good Spring Break. I got to hang out with a lot of my old closest friends from when I used to live in Washington and we had a couple of very memorable parties. I smelled puke for the first time in months while I spent an entire night cleaning up after one of my friends who can't handle his liquor. Poor guy, we gave him like 10 beers, and half a fifth of Bacardi 151, and he's only like 5 and a half feet tall. Also got to see my Mom, who I haven't seen in about 6 months, as well as my brother, who just turned 21. It's amazing how much a place changes when you've been gone for two years. The week after Spring Break was by far the most painfull of the entire year, and I had to stay after until 8:30 on Friday night. I shouldn't be complaing though, because like 10 other people did it to. I think I'm going to try to bump my maturity level up just a bit. In the recent past it has been brought to my attention that its time for my silly face to go back in my pants, and my serious ROTC face to come out. Last time I acted serious was like 5 months ago, so it should be a very exciting rest of the year. Camping trip this weekend, hell yeah. I wish something awsome like this happened at the end of every week, so as to have something to look forward to every Monday. We're set up to go whitewater rafting, paintballing, a nifty rope course, un-connected rock climbing on Mount Everest, bungee jumping, skydiving, and swimming with sharks. Yeah, I made up the last couple to make it sound more badass, but we really are going rafting, paintballing, "rope courseing", and a number of other activitied over the weekend. I hope all will go well, and that all the cadet officers (Holloman mostly...[jk]) are able to unpucker their assholes and have a good time. Anyway, I'll quit boring you guys and end it here, because all of you reading my Xanga obviously have something better to do in your action packed lives. Oh yeah, we got a house in Arkansas. The final specification of our house are: 4 bedrooms, 3.5 bathrooms, a 2 car garage, 8 acres of forest, and it has a pool, but it needs to be repaired before we move in. If any of you guys are reading this, and are stressed, try listening to Korn, I'm Coming Undone. | | |
| Good evening all. Thought I'd update this thing, since I have no life, so...here it goes. Been an interesting week, very long, and a kinda boring weekend. Didn't do much, except go to the mall. Oh, I straight up FUCKED my stepmoms car and the garage. I was backing out, and I NAILED the side, and ripped part of the house off, and scratched the shit out of the front right fender. Yeah, she was pretty much pissed, but it was a good learning experience, so it wasn't a total loss. So, in the world of Arkansas; my Dads looking at houses, so the likelihood of us moving has gone up to about 90%. We'll get at least 5 acres of land, which is enough for me to build a runway and all that good shit. Orientation Flight is on Wednesday, which should be kinda cool. Tommorow is Monday, which should be quite fun. I've got a project on Joseph Stalin due tommorow or something, so I better go work on that. Ta ta
Buck | | |
| Good evening, how might one like yourself be doing right about now? Really? Great! Anyway, I'm kinda happy, I figured out how I'm going to divide my Spring Break between my Mom, and the ROTC Drill Meet. I'm not going to go into the particulars because, well, that would just be boring and pointless. Isn't it funny how people (like myself) write in these things, actually thinking that someone reads their Xanga? Yeah, I didn't think so either. Now that the comical relief is out of the way, lets move on, shall we? Life has become very, very interesting the past few days. I have recently realized that, despite our best countermeasures, shit happens, it just happens, and theres nothing we can do about it. That being said, I am now almost positive that I will be moving for the 4th time in 3 years. I figured that about now I'd get all pissy, or upset, or emo, or even worse, all of those at the same time, but, believe it or not, I think I'm good. For the past few years my old man has been worrying about me and my brothers well-being and happiness, and now he finally has a chance to do what he has always wanted to so. I'm not going to stop him. I mean, Woodstock is a fucking kick ass place, better than anyplace I've ever lived, and if Arkansas isn't as good, I guess I'll have to deal with it. Why? Partly because I will be able to shoot my guns in my backyard without worry. The place I might go has a ROTC Unit, one of the originals, one that is very, very old, and the High School is brand-new, and it only serves 10-12 graders, so I'll get to be a Freshman all over again, yay! I never figured myself as the sort of guy to get emotional, over Xanga none the less, but I guess we all have our firsts. I'm trying a new approach, all about not getting pissy and all bent out of shape over dumb shit. Tommorow shall be a full day. I'll have to wake up earlier than usual because there is no way that I'll have all my laundry done, then I'll ride the bus to school, take 3 tests, stay after for the ever-frustrating Exhibition Practice, get picked up by my step-mom, take my sister to church, get a haircut, go grocery shopping, and come home in time to work on a big school project, and finish all my late Math homework. I like this whole not getting angry thing, I think I'm going to do this more often. Anyway, if you guys were bored enough to read this, I hope that some of my oh-so-temporary happiness has rubbed of on you, and that you are all less asshole-ish for the next few weeks leading up to the drill meet. I wish you all the best, fella's,
Buck | | |
| Wow, I was actually kinda pissy today, I was shocked. At the moment, I feel as if my brain is going to implode. Since I got home, at like 6:00, I have been trying to find a way to divide my Spring Break time in a way that satisfies the following critieria; the GA-958 State Drill Meet, my own personal time, and my time with my Mom, who lives in Seattle. I also have a project due tommorow, presentation and all, that I have yet to begin. I was pleased to find out this fine day that my Dad is looking for houses in Arkansas, which would imply that we'll be moving sometime in the near future. Sorry to bitch and moan, but I'm feeling a bit emo right now, so go fuck yourself. Ahhh, I've ranted enough for the day, I think I'll go to sleep now, although it is 7:00, and hope for a better 'morrow. Have any of you guys read up on Stalin, or Lenin, or Marx? Those crazy old Ruski's (Stalin and Lenin at least) are pretty interesting. I think I've found something I actually enjoy reading about, Russian History. Tommorow will be a long day, what with P.T. and all. We'll attack at 0500, rendezvous at 0645. Ta ta
Buck | | |
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