C'est La Vie.

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 07:02:44 GMT

Hat should neither be so far back on skull or worn indoors, but what the hell.

Lol camwhore lol.

Even My Goddamn Dreams Are Boring.

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:04:36 GMT

Last night I dreamed I was at home in the middle of winter. I was heading downstairs, during night, and saw someone running off with a lamp in the sun room. It wasn't a valuable lamp and he didn't take anything else, and was rushing amazingly fast through the snow and out to the pond. That is it.

Mostly, I post this 'cause...it's so weird to not just remember a dream, but a simple, direct, plausible one. Nothing out of the ordinary happened in this dream beyond a robber and the house and stuff in it was perfectly correct, and the lamp I speak of IS no big loss. Which is...weird. I am going home for December, so maybe it's a portent of things to come.

EDIT: Well, I met with Howe again who gave me a ride home from the commissary and told me every base for peeps in our line of work stinks. Great. Although I can apply for a tour of just a couple (?!) months on a ship. Also the buttload of temp/maintenance sailors just outside the barracks they should be de-festing of ants told me they wanted my job. Hmm.

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:56:18 GMT

My God that episode of Venture was hilarious. I was laughing like I have not in a very long time.

I will never, ever be able to disassociate Captain Sunshine from Batman now thanks to that voice, sigh.

Smells To Sleep To.

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 07:10:18 GMT

Yesterday it was fried chicken, tonight some kind of Italian. Where are these delicious smells coming from in the barracks?

Aaaargh.

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 14:48:12 GMT

Run: 11:11
Pushups: 78
Sit-ups: 60

Third place on the run, but I fuckin' let myself get fuckin' soft, fuck fuck fuck. I should never be above ten minutes for a mile and a half run.

Lol, the music playing in my head is the Sonic 3 time attack results.

EDIT: Okay showered, slightly calmer. Lemme explain:

Right now my body, at 24 next year, will apparently start going into the less-than-youthful category. Combine that with my traditional size (re: puniness) and the fact I am traditionally a runner, this is why the time aggravates me so. I definately feel I can stand (well, MOVE) with the fittest of them, and to see the numbers and learn I apparently cannot really gets to me. Same with pushups-they've been a pillar of exercise for me well before the navy, and doing about two less than last time, and having to tire out before the traditional two-minute test time...yuck.

I was third place in the particular group for the run, about fourth-to-fifth place for pushups, and sit-ups are never my thing, so sixty is alright by me.

Also, apparently my knees are crap and barely able to straighten out, and that finally got caught. Which is now something that is scaring me. My body might be soft, but it was never able to not do something. Sigh.

I should become a hermit and just train and PT all the time.

HEY duskcolor

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 05:27:34 GMT

Blackbat2 (1:26:39 AM): http://precur.wordpress.com/2009/10/14/they-really-do/
umbricman (1:27:57 AM): This is why I live. For things like this.

Official PT test tomorrow-well this morning, watch as I suck donkey balls the one time I don't need to.

Goddamn They Strike Without Warning.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 23:32:27 GMT

I neglected to mention yesterday that I got caught by some cologne stand salesman yesterday at the mall-literally, he managed to spray some of the junk on me by surprise and as I recovered from this assault and contemplated calling for reinforcements or backup, this allowed him to start up his sales pitch.

'Ah military, yes?' (since, you know, haircut made it painfully obvious compared to all the hairy hipster teenagers. Also this guy had a REALLY STRONG east European accent)
'Yes.'
'Smell good for your lady?'
'I'm single.'
*just a tiny bit of a pause* 'But you can still smell good yes!' *turns about to stand to collect more or whatever*

Naturally, with his back turned, if even for that split second, I ran. I smelled...like...woodsy or something for the rest of last night. It sucked pretty bad.

Also, a book signing by Mike Huckabee is due next month at the mall's Barnes n' Noble. Can you believe that is what passes for excitement around here?

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I'm going to go to Charleston in the next two weeks. Next week if I can manage it, but the NEXT next weekend in case something crops up thanks to work (which, every weekend without fail, it has).

Picture/Haircut Comparison Time.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 03:07:08 GMT

I got a buzzcut today so I wouldn't have to get a haircut for a while, here.

I rather prefer the look of having hair, even if this current buzzcut is comfortably cool right now. I figured I'd take the glasses off just for extra-difference, duh.

I had gone out for the day, bought another book which is nice-Zombie Survival Guide since that's my current obsession and not much else looks good on the market. I will probably try to raid comic shops soon here in town (well...quickly. The bookshops here generally are arse for the most part) and in Atlanta and Charleston just to start seeing what I can find and to do something for my days off now.

I Have To Do Official PT On Friday At 0930.

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:40:57 GMT

AHAHAHA 131 POUNDS FINALLY BACK ABOVE 130

Of course I had Burger King like five minutes before, AGAIN accidentally eating five minutes before the weigh-in, so I might still be 129 or 130 as a more normal weight.

BUT YEAH FINALLY PUTTING SOME ON EH! Sbout bloody time the working out actually uh, worked out again!

Late to the Party.

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:25:25 GMT

Ah, forgo that last entry.

I finally decided to get Twitter. Here. Plz add me and I will add back, duh.

http://twitter.com/umbricman

UPDATES FORTHCOMING

VENTURE BROTHERS

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 03:32:14 GMT

Okay Venture Bros. I heart you so much. Brock is my hero and I wish to be a super-cool spy action dude like him.

SO MANY QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWERED!

Monday It Is!

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 03:52:00 GMT

....TV in the floor below no worky. DAMN YOU, TELEVISION! You make me cry and have false hopes.

Fishy.

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 03:24:21 GMT

I tried sushi for the first time today. Pretty good stuff, in fact.

Huh.

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 03:57:05 GMT

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Execution_by_elephant

Surely one of the more horrifying and weirder ways to die in existance.

The Feelings of Going Hell or High Water Keep Coming Back and It Has To Be a Good Sign.

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 04:47:56 GMT

I have many things to do tomorrow and motivation to do them with.

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 05:26:02 GMT

Today was oddly very quiet on all fronts. There is barely anyone online and I only had one co-worker today.

Ever have one of those evenings where you have a lot of feeling and emotion welled up but you have absolutely no way of feeling how to express it? I feel that. It's not even DEPRESSING emotion, I just feel like talking-and I just have no clue what to say.

Shot.

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 02:18:07 GMT

I hate vaccinations.

I collapsed the last time I had a flu shot.

I feel very weak currently, just like last time. I am ready to sleep very, very much right now yet have work tomorrow. And in both instances of these shots have I ever felt truly sick.

This sucks.

I'll go to bed in a bit and going to bed before midnight for once would now be a damn impressive thing to do for me lately.

Tagged by flight__

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 02:06:47 GMT

01. If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question.
02. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you. In short: OBEY. NO TAG BACKS! XD

I am not going to tag anyone, barely anyone uses LJ lately.

Who sleeps in bed next to you?
No one. But then my bed is pretty damned small, so that is for the best.

What's one of the strangest things that has ever happened to you?
I don't know? I mean, I get called foreign a lot. Does that count?

What kind of magazines do you read?
Time and Newsweek via some online service at work. Navy Times. Otherwise, if it proves interesting, National Geographic's worth picking up.

If you could see one band in concert right now, any band, dead or alive, which would it be?
Wow you're asking me that?

What's really creepy?
SCP Foundation, lately.

Name one odd item within five feet of you.
A collection of soda can tabs for the collection at work.

What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Venture Bros. again!

Where would you like to go right now if you had enough money?
Wow good question. Um. Ireland, I guess.

What are you most excited for?
vb s4 premiere. my life is pretty devoid of excitement. <--Yeah this'll do.

What websites do you always visit when you go online?
Livejournal, Facebook, alternatehistory.com (cutting that out to get interesting hobbies again), TV Tropes.

What was the last thing you bought?
Bread and cereal.

What's you favorite season?
Um not-winter? It's hot nine months out of the year here. I love it.

Does the weather affect your mood?
A slightly cloudy day does wonders for me-warm, but not bright enough to affect my eyesight.

What is your zodiac sign?
Sagittarius. Hail to the horseman, baby.

Do you want to learn another language?
Why should I? I just have linguists at work to talk to.

5 things (not people) you can't live without?
Soda, internet, cereal, some books, paper.

Do you have any siblings?
Twin brother.

What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?
(seriously, don't ask me that)

What's the best thing you've eaten recently?
Probably a chicken philly cheesesteak from Charley's.

What's one food you could eat for the rest of your life?
Cereal. OAT CLUSTER CHEERIOS CRUNCH, I LOVE YOU.

Because I'm That Bored to Check it Twice.

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 05:24:04 GMT

Ever since scans_daily died out LJ is really boring.

Update more, dammit.

EDIT: Have a quiz.

Thanks, navy.

Swiped From duskcolor-25 Facts About Myself.

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 18:08:23 GMT

Some are obvious. Others are not.

1. I'm far more of a horndog than I let on publicly. This has bitten me in the arse before, as it is, I'm trying not to be so much of one these days.

2. I get terribly depressed at the end of most fictional series. Mostly due to there finally being an end and the inevitability of knowing everything by heart and the excitement of the series gradually passing on as I look over everything again.

3. As the conflict with Chelza proved, even when things might have to be cut off, I'm a terrible, terrible pussy when it comes to relationships. For all my lack of self-confidence either some or most of the time, the only true way to get me bitter or feeling defeated on life is a relationship going sour and thence broken up, and the one way to gaurentee I can bawl, which I really do not do otherwise.

4. I worry that I am bipolar, autistic, or some mental disorder and it is either years of my parents covering it up or my own dumb luck it has not been discovered yet. I abhor the thought of taking medicines since I was proudly self-reliant on my own health as one of my major good things about me.

5. I've realized I'm a workaholic. A good day through any of the jobs I have had in life is probably a bunch of random, separate tasks to keep me both busy, but also quick and different enough to keep me from getting bored and thus out of it or slacking off.

6. I like big girls, but that's not really a secret anymore.

7. A hot bath with a soda to drink, some candy like Reese's to munch on, and a new, long book on a day off is my idea of total luxury.

8. I don't get why people rag on McDonalds. I actually enjoy it whenever I do have it, and a Big Mac is tasty. Just take it in moderation-especially because it never fills me up beyond being a quick energy boost, especially during a physically-intensive day.

9. I have no idea how to do most things most people take for granted as part of an adult life. Even though I am in my mid-twenties-having to learn how to do stuff like get a car registered, bank online, as some of the lesser-embarrassing stuff is pretty humiliating to admit. I mostly shrugged it off since mom and dad had always taken care of it and most of what I did around the house-physical chores and all-was acceptable since mom's cancer and dad being away most of the time meant we each could do something generally beneficial for the family as a whole.

10. Related to number one, I get crushes easily on, or fall in love with, friends. This is important, as I really do not feel anything for women I do not know yet, which has meant just going to a singles bar or whatever annoys me or doesn't feel worth it, and my subconcious/heart/what-have-you is apparently rather picky on what friends I usually fall for to boot. This is also why breakups get me pathetically down-I usually lose what is one of my best friends at the time.

11. I am boring and most of the time do not mind this. This is a great strength and weakness. I can get through life easily on lowered expectations, and be happy to talk on most anything anyone can say-absolutely nothing will faze me and I can find vaguely interesting. However, what I do want in life, and the fact I feel I waste so much potential since I felt I never asked for much, very obviously haunts me.

12. I like superhero comics because I wish things could be so clear-cut, easy to solve, and inspiring. Superman has always appealed to me more than I let on. I wish I had half the moral code and conviction he had.

13. People who talk of how they like to exercise but are scared of rain are pussies, in my opinion. Unless it is a total storm, you'll be getting sweaty and gross anyway.

14. Again, obvious, but for a few people I am absolutely obsessed with how they think of me. I care on them too much that I fear they may think me overbearing or secretly a moron or whatever.

15. Ever since coming down here, I can't imagine leaving the south's heat. From Delaware, with such wacky and usually wet, coolish weather, the warmth for so much of the year is an absolute pleasure.

16. I feel people who live in cities have no idea how lucky they are. Just walking around town during visits to them, I feel amazed at how much there is to do. Chelza's recent time in Delaware only strengthened this conviction of mine.

17. I am terrible on TV anymore. Not much interests me and even when I do have good shows like the Venture Bros. to watch, I'm just so lazy. Of course, having no TV helps this. I'm actually trying to get back into Adult Swim so I have a common hobby with some buddies again.

18. I listen to a lot of video game music. I like finding out new tunes or rediscovering old ones; this is what I listen to in lieu of bands. If I had to pick a normal music type, it'd be indy/rock. I do like listening to the hits station on radio though when driving, just to find something new and youtube it later.

19. Averting what duskcolor said, I too hate bugs like grasshoppers, crickets, cockroaches, etc. But in this area, they are common as hell and I am getting used to them hopping all about in long grass as I walk to the commissary or work, or so forth.

20. Thanks to recent events, I have a hard time believing God is not trying to kick my arse now.

21. I actually think I photograph really well, which is a pity when most people see me and see a tiny guy.

22. I keep thinking I have some epic tale in me I have to let out and write. I wish I knew what it was, though-even a hint.

23. I used to feel like my word could be taken as good as gold, not so much anymore. I'd like to get that happening again.

24. I like saving up and spending on other people. This has led to problems. I am learning to try to be a little better for getting stuff for myself.

25. I wouldn't give my accent up for the world, but anyone who understands what the hell I'm saying off the bat automatically gets several notches on my likability scale.

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 02:57:32 GMT

Apparently I can do a really creepy laugh. Moore compared it to the Joker and suggested everyone keep me perma-grouchy from now on so he doesn't have to listen to it.

Who knew?

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 04:38:25 GMT

It is time to start things over again.

Boy, these short, quasi-ambiguous entries are a norm for me now, aren't they?

At least I feel good. I still have plenty of life to go through.

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 13:13:02 GMT

In airport, will travel, freaking out on going home, interesting car trip.

Chelsea and I Are Going to Stay Together. And I Am Happy.

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 06:18:01 GMT

Sooooooo today was interesting.

I nearly broke up with Chelsea today. There's really no need to be secretive on it. For you see, a couple weeks now, we had been fighting over my brother going nuts and running away from home. I admitted I did not trust him a lick, or that his dealing with her was a good idea. She liked him as a friend and felt he needed help.

We fought endlessly. Plentifully. Incessantly. I was still feeling awful over this and would erupt over it, it'd last to make one of us grouchy to repeat. And I have to be honest that I was losing faith in her and feeling less for her, and more antipathy. And finally I thought that to break myself over it all it was time to split up with her. And in many ways, I felt, that the arguments over my brother merely crystallized in my mind was a sense of being left out in the lurch of the relationship. Just the final straw, more or less, right? Of course. Especially last night, being blocked, because she did need time away from me no matter what-which rose my anger after I felt it subsided since it was so abrupt.

We talked on the phone and it was miserable for hours. And I was pretty much about to say it, even though practically it happened already.

We just began to talk.

Dan began to text her and she had me take a call. Fine, whatever. I'd just tell him to go home, she said he'd tell me things over lunch tomorrow.

You see.

Daniel came here, to Augusta.

Not telling me.

Or anyone else. Even Chelza. She had been surprised as I was to learn.

I took the call. I asked why he was here. He just went 'why not?!'

He asked for gas money. He was 'low'.

I asked for real what he was doing here after refusing. He just said if I'd be that way, fine. He hung up.

He then texted Chelsea saying he didn't eat for four days. And Chelsea admitted, being able to talk to me in real time, that he was bullshitting me on the eating part, though she knew the 'low-on-money' part.

And from what I saw-in my opinion, I suppose Chelsea may be different-though she'd still talk to him, and certainly wouldn't or couldn't hate him, could see finally what he would do to me, and my family, openly. She admitted she had been at fault, too, and she would be careful now, even if she still would talk to him as a friend. Again-that is how I saw it, so she may see it differently-a bit or a bit more, I cannot say.

He then texted her saying how fifty bucks woulda been nice from me and why I couldn't be nicer. But fifty bucks is not enough to even get here from Delaware, and more importantly, back. I know this, having traveled at least to Atlanta, and farther on, to Orlando. And so would he.

I called Mom to tell her where Dan is. She admitted she figured, since he stole her credit cards and followed the spending trail.

Chelsea didn't know he had credit cards-he lied to her on having nothing at all after his 'own' money was used up. After all. With them, why would you need cash. Especially using someone else's cards without a damn.

And she admitted she could see how I felt. And that she could be wrong on him.

And that made me realize all this time, ever since our first fight on him via the trip about two weeks ago now, that she finally understood how I felt. That I did not and could not and would not for my own sake and attitude trust him, deal with him, be able to be with him and why it had done me good to be away from HIM. And I realized-again, my opinion-that she was being manipulated by him to get cash through me-especially since the original plan proposed by her was to give money to him if he did run away for good.

And I realized he was directing my feelings and trying to destroy part of me, and my own happiness. Aunt Viola openly admitted he was openly jealous and hating me and everything I supposedly had, earlier today.

And all my anger and rage at Chelsea was gone. Because it was based on someone I realize is a genuinely awful person manipulating us, for pity, for sustenance without ever earning it himself, and without any aspect of self-improvement for himself-only endless self-pity.

I will say it here, too, Chel. I am sorry for the rage I had on my part. I am sorry we had almost broken up. And thank you for finally seeing it the way I did. That is all I wished for, in our fights, bringing back everything from God knows when.

Yes, I do love you. Yes, I do want to go with YOU on the trip. And I would like to start all over again and make sure everything works this time.

And you know? I feel good for once. Indisputably good. I got what I felt I needed from Chelsea, and in turn I could finally ease the tension, and especially so once I learned yes, the external force really was directly causing this and not giving a shit for how it'd affect us.

And for the first time, I can relax and look forward to the trip. And know it will do me good.

DragonCon.

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 06:11:26 GMT

I have decided I will go, all things considered. I'm close enough by now.