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Name: Christian
Birthday: 11/18/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: The pursuit of Happiness...
Expertise: Partying like there's no tomorrow...Oh, and I do computers for the Marine Corps every now and again...
Occupation: Loser... =)
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
8/21/2003
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| Recipe for Happiness...1 Family Pack of Spare Ribs from your local meat section of the grocery store...
20 fl oz of Kikoman soysauce
20 fl oz of distilled white vinegar
1 can of 7up
2 lemons worth of lemon juice
1 Tbsp of brown sugar
1 Tbsp of salt
1 Tbsp of black pepper
1/2 onion, diced
3 cloves garlic, minced
Put all the contents in a Gallon-sized Ziploc bag, doing your best to take all the air out. Shake up and let marinade sit for at least 2 hours before grilling... The longer you let it sit, the better...
So I've barbecued for the first time in nearly 3 years. It was a great experience. Everybody loved it, and it was great to get away from the motherfuckers' conventional burgers and hotdogs... Hehehe... I'm thinking about buying some roasted chicken and making some kelaguen sometime soon. Oh God! My mouth is watering, just thinking about it. Hehehe...
Other than that, I have not much else to report. Work is picking up and I'm anticipating a whole bunch of confusion to settle in once we start moving offices around. I can't wait to get down to Regiment and start deploying again. It'll be a great relief to me to be doing real Marine trash once again.
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| Wow...The past few weeks have been rather awful. Apparently, someone amongst our ranks had a bitch to pick about health and comfort within the barracks because in the span of two weeks, we had to field day like 5 times... That's some fucking crazy ass shit. It's been a minute since we even had a full-blown field day.
Well, being that I've been in for a little bit of time now, it didn't surprise me that games were being played, but it did come as a shock to some of the junior troops. For the first time since boot camp, these guys were being chewed out like recruits. So needless to say, no matter how bad of a day I was having, they were taking it just a little bit harder... and they didn't believe that I had been in the same mess as them just not too long ago.
Well, I felt like that wasn't cool so I thought about how I've written on here for so long and how I should share with them my experience as a PFC and as a Lance Corporal.
They were amazed at how much we had in common. I showed them my Pakistan entries and my rise to the rank of Corporal. I didn't realize that they were also following my little rants and spells about my mom and Rione and Grace... I think that they liked relating to that whole ordeal more. Hehehe...
Well, it was humbling being able to share the little bit of experience that I've attained within the past 4 years. I've been slacking with my updates, but all I really have to share is more personal than ever.
I am working harder than ever to achieve my small financial goals, and I'm very pleased to see that I am well on the right path to another memorable experience in Sin City.
Life right now is at a stand still for me, as I am taking the time necessary for me to season out and grow into these Corporal shoes better. There is a lot more for me to learn ad to experience before I am ready to achieve that next rank. I can hardly wait, but on the same token, I don't need any mistakes to mess things up for me.
I'm doing as well as ever, and I am excited to see my new plans fall into place. I can hardly wait until I can reap in the rewards.
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| Reality Check...So for the past few weeks, I've been walking around with this block on my shoulder... and it took a conversation with an unconventional person to get it back into my head that I AM STILL BETTER OFF... I guess it was due to the fact that my mother's dependancy application got denied that I couldn't realize it for myself, but i really am still happy with where I am right now.
Things are just going to get better, and though some things have not fallen into place for me, they will eventually, and I'll have every bit of say that I possibly can.
I don't know how long this positive light will shine for me, but I am going to ride it out. Whatever changes come my way, they will come, and I will do what I do to overcome them. I attribute that strength to my Mother and the Lord, Jesus.
I'm not broke. I'm not sick. I'm not deaf, dumb or blind.
I am GOOD.
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| Weight of The World...I can't help but feel down in the dumps right now because I feel like I've been let down by the very Organization that I've strived to belong to. I finally received a reply from HQMC, and they have rejected my mother's dependancy application. I have been advised to redo the application with new papers and more receipts that prove I have been providing for my mother, and that's gravy, but I can't help but feel aggravated just at the thought of how long things are going to take to redo. I sure as hell am not looking forward to the anticipations I have to go through again.
On a more pleasant note, I have lost 20 pounds once again. I am getting ever so closer to that figure I desire. Uh, I have been sober! It's been a little over a month now, and I'm going strong. The next thing I'm working on is my smoking. That's going to go away soon. I'm giving it three weeks. I know I can do it. It's just hard since I over-sentimentalized this habbit of mine.
Well, I've got paper work to do... hasta pasta....
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| Life on the Hardball...I reckon' it's time for an update.
Whew... so much and so little have happened in the past few weeks. I've been busy maintaining a slight social life, going out with friends from work and just cruising in the whip. It's helping with the passing of the time, but at the end of the night, I feel as if I am not getting anywhere.
It's been a little over a year and a half since Pakistan, and I have had my hopes to deploy again crushed several times. I can appreciate that my unit has deemed me a valuable asset, but they are not giving me my opportunity to shine. I am recently questioning my motives to extend my tour out here on Okinawa.
I have seen off a lot of the people that I came up with here in Okinawa. Very few remain that knew me as that motivated PFC who was just down right excited for anything that came my way. I am no longer as excited as I once was to see what tomorrow has in store for me here. I have a role here that is no longer deemed significant. All I do is see the same things day in and day out and I am straight up bored.
I still enjoy Okinawa. I enjoy seeing more and more of it as time permits, but I want to do more. I guess I can go back to school and work towards some degrees, but I know that's why I have my G.I. Bill setup. I want to see the world some more. I need to deploy. I need to make that paper!
I am still in love with the woman that has motivated me never to quit, but I can take a hint, and I know when I am not wanted. I am hanging on only because my hopes overcome my doubts, but that is slowly fading. I guess I will have to wait a bit longer to find that girl who will allow the chase to be so worth it.
Tomorrow starts the begining of another long work week. With God's help, I will find the will to survive it. We'll see...
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