Log in

No account? Create an account
litla [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]

[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ archive | journal archive ]

Impatiently waiting... [Jun. 11th, 2009|10:56 am]
[Current Location |Mocksabahng, Korea]

So, I've done the math, which is, you know, kind of crazy. And almost.. I don't even know. But anyway, today is my 1699th day in the military. One thousand. Six hundred. And ninety. Nine. If I would have waited one more day, I could have said it was my seventeenth hundred day. Doesn't make it any better, but still. Either way it's a really long time.

Speaking of long times, I"m sitting here, in my room, going insane because I can't wait for these movers to come. I know there is so much more that I should let them take with them, but I think I may be going over my weight limit as it is and I really don't know what the hell to do. I mean, I have like and apartment worth of crap that I have to send overseas. Yikes.

And the movers are down stairs, unpacking someone else's shit right now. Or they were. I was watching them from my sixth floor window. Stalkerish? I don't know.Meh.

Anyway, I have like seven more days here... And they are going by pretty quick. Although I know.. abso-fucking-lutely KNOW that next week is going to go by so freaking slow. Shoot me. I'm leaving next Thursday and you know, my family doesn't know when I'm coming home because I want to surprise them. My mom is going crazy.. which makes this more fun. I can't wait to come home.

She should be done with work by the time I come home, so I think I'm going to send her a text message with a picture of the house and be all like "guess where I am". It should be good. Epic even. I just don't know if I'm looking forward to the tears. She always cries when I come home.

Last year, I came home and went to visit her at work, because that's were she was - obviously - and she broke down in the middle of the restaurant... "Um, hi everyone. I'll be your waitress for the day, place don't mind that mascara running down my cheeks, my daughter's just came home from Korea. She's in the army. Shhh.. let me tell you her life story."

Ah, shades of my many visits home in the past five years. We all just conveniently forget about the time she called me while I was home for a week, screaming at me to come bail her out of jail. Or the time that I came home for Christmas only to find that my father had stolen my truck. Aren't we a loving family. We just ignore the bad shit. Oh well...

Anyway... 7 days and counting
LinkLeave a comment

Yikes [Jun. 10th, 2009|09:01 am]
[Current Location |Korea, mocksabahng]
[Current Mood |bitchybitchy]
[Current Music |"He Said, She Said" Ashley Tisdale]

So, have you ever held someone's career in you hand and thought, "Oh God, what the hell am I doing?"

A while back, some really stupid girl in my unit - who for some reason hates me - decided that she was going to do something incredibly stupid. Go figure. See in the military, we have something call fraternization, which is a big no-no. As in, against the rules. That includes officers in relationships with enlisted, AND the clincher here... NCOs with junior enlisted. So, this girl, she's an NCO - like me - and she's seeing this guy. Then they break up and suddenly she's hanging all over this kid who she definitely out-ranks. That whole two up two down does not apply. The kid goes some place else for a while, then she's hanging all over another kid.

Everyone (mainly the NCOs) are like "Uh, hello, why not try to be a little less public about it". But no, she's out there, hanging all over him in the most obvious places. And she's not one of the those people that are content to hold hands in public, she's one of those girls that absolutely HAS to be the CENTER of EVERYTHING. So if her guy isn't paying attention to her she has to throw a temper tantrum and storm out of where ever they are. Anyway, something happens one night and the two of them are found out. People are called in to right statements.

So,  this is like a criminally punishable act. Sort of. We have something called UCMJ and you really don't want that to come down on your head. But you know, when the sergeant-major looks you in the face while he's in front of all the NCOs in the battalion, and says he will not tolerate fraternization in his unit, I tend to sit up and listen. One would think that the people right below him would do the same. Except no. All this girl has to do is write two essays and not be near ONE kid in a personal setting. Like they can only go out in a group.

She pretty much gets her hand slapped and that's it. Like, no no naughty naughty girl. ARE you freaking SERIOUS? Then all of a sudden, people are coming out of the woodwork with stories about her. Apparently, she's got an STD that she's passed on to at least four different people. She's handing out prescription medication that isn't even hers. Oh yeah, and the first guy she was hanging around, he's married.

Me, thinking, what? We should put a stop to this. This is bad. I'm worried about these soldiers and the example they're being given, I go - along with a fellow NCO - and talk to the platoon mama. She's is shocked, obviously some of the kids where scared to write all of this down in their initial statements, that and they just didn't talk to the right people.

So yesterday, I go and write my statement. Itemizing all of the things my soldiers told me. Hopefully making it obvious that this is not first hand, but what I was told by the junior enlisted that are afraid to come forward. And now, I have to go to the sergeant-major today and "clarify some things". Whatever that means.

And herein lies the dilemma. Like I said she hates me. We both got to Korea about the same time, her maybe a month before me, but I out ranked her. Mostly, because I'd been the freaking army two  years longer that her. I don't know, just a thought. Anyway, she moved up quicker than me at work, obviously - she worked there longer. We were fine for a little while, until my roommate came. Now contrary to what I'd said in an earlier post (19 yr old with the mentality of a 15 yr old) she was actually a pretty good friend and we got along great.  We had almost the same personality and sense of humor. People liked us.

We also didn't throw temper tantrums when we weren't the center of attention. So anyway, all of sudden, this girl is talking trash about me behind my back - can we be anymore like a high schooler? Grow up. I pretty much stop talking to her, outside of maybe joking around at work. She goes on leave and I work my ass off to get on par with her. Which I manage in less time than it took her - **pats myself on the back**.  Then she comes back talking about how she's "practically forgotten everything".

What. A. Dumb. Ass.

So she gets bumped down. And I make manager before her. Oh how her face gets red and she hates me more. Then I'm up for promotion before her. Steam from the ears.

Now, after her little fuck up -literally-  I hear from some of her soldiers that she's been telling stories about me when they first get in. Making me out to be the biggest bitch alive. Which  you know, I can be. And have been on many occasions. But when my own soldier comes up to me and says that he dreaded coming into my squad because of what she told him...it just pisses me off.

When I go into his office today, I'm going to tell the truth as I know. That I've seen a soldier coming out of her room and locking her door. I've seen her grab a key from a soldier and leave, as if to go wait for that soldier in his or her room. I've been told more stories about her than I could even write about. And though I'm leaving in just 8 days, and I might not be here to watch her downfall, I will thoroughly enjoy ever second of my talk with sgm.

Although he is a pretty scary guy. Like, I don't know if he ever really smiles.



LinkLeave a comment

Writer's Block: Talking Ducks [Jun. 9th, 2009|05:21 pm]

Happy birthday, Donald Duck! Which cartoon character do you think is the most disturbing?
I would have to say, definitely theTeletubbies. I never watched it, but I remember when it first came out. And all of a sudden, bam! they were a hit with the kids. I mean, they spoke their own language and had TV in their bellies. It was just freaky.

Link2 comments|Leave a comment

Writer's Block: Get It to Go [Jun. 9th, 2009|12:10 pm]

What's your favorite thing to order for takeout (or takeaway)?
I don't think that anyone ever really knows what it is they're taking for granted  until it's too late, you know. Isn't that what people say? You don't know what you have until it's gone.

LOL. For me, it's Market Boy. A little hole-in-the-wall Chinese food place down the street from Dawn's house. That could be my dinner for an entire weekend when I got stuck babysitting. Sit the kids down with some beans 'n' franks and hand over the Market Boys.  It used to be Sarvey's, a Chinese delivery place in the Shorprite shopping center. Tara and I would skip school almost every Friday - religiously - get some movies, and order some Sarvey's. Good times.
Link6 comments|Leave a comment

Is anyone still out there? [Jun. 9th, 2009|11:19 am]
[Current Mood |okayokay]
[Current Music |Maroon5]

Okay, so I've been feeling really dumb lately, because alas, I could not remember - for the life of me - the password to my livejournal. Hmm, could it be because the last time I wrote in it was over a year ago? Yeah, I thought so to. Or it could just be that I'm and idiot. Either one.

So the count down has begun for those of you that were wondering. Five wondrous years in the army are slowly coming to an end. And by slowly I mean - tor.ture.ous.ly sl.ow! I'm still in the beautiful country side that is Korea, not too shabby. But I think I might actually kiss the ground when I land in Newark. And isn't that a sickening thought. I can just imagine walking out of the international arrivals terminal and dropping to me knees.  It will probably be out of loss of breath, because hey! a humid Newark does not smell so nice. In fact it kind of smells the same as when I step out of the barracks in the morning on a clear day and get a whiff of the pig farm that's like a mile a way.  Never would have thought that smell would carry.

It's Tuesday morning here in loverly Korea, and I have a mountain of rubbermaid totes sitting in the middle of my room, waiting for A: me to pack them; and B: the movers to pick them up on Thursday. Except, I feel like I'm doing something wrong, because when I had my meeting with the head mover guy he's like "make sure everything is clean and DON'T PREPACK". He was very adamant about that. Like he knew I had a maze of leaning towers 'o' totes just sitting around. Weird.

I'm getting out of the Army next Thursday. Well, kinda. I'm going on an extended leave next Thursday that will take me all the way until I'm out of the army. Yay. But now the scary thing is, I really don't know if I'm ready to deal with the real world. Yes. I refer to the outside as the real world. It's either that, or the "Civilian World". Which kind of makes it sound like the "Civilized World" as opposed to us military beasts. So, it's the outside world, where people aren't going to follow my orders, or stand at Parade Rest and LISTEN when I speak... I think I'm actually dropping down to the bottom of the totem pole. Joy.

The funny thing is, I don't even know what the crap I'm going to do with my life. Go to school? Get a job? Who knows? I don't even know if I'm going to be able to sit still for all the time I have on leave.

Meh. *shrug*


LinkLeave a comment

Almost four years later [Feb. 19th, 2008|05:22 pm]

Alright, so I know it has been closer to three since I last wrote in this little blog, but that was purely not my fault. You see, the Army happened. I've been posting in other places so that people I deal with every day don't know about this one. Which actually paid out in the end, because my current roommate does not know about this one, nor will she every. 

So, she's this little nineteen-year-old with the mentality of a fifteen-year-old, and makes me wonder who the army lets in at all. Anyway, she went home on leave back in November and decided on a whim to marry some kid that she'd been dating for like four months. He's an asshole that does nothing but berate her on the fucking phone all the time. Now, all he fucking does is call. We're fourteen-fucking-hours ahead of the east coast, so fifteen hours ahead of him and he DOES NOT FUCKING SLEEP! He calls all day when he should be fucking sleep and calls all night when I'm trying to fucking sleep. It's more that annoying. 

I've tried to let her know subtly on numerous occasions that I'm going to throw her phone out the fucking window, but she doesn't seem to understand. So I flat out told her earlier today (two hours ago) that I am not going to miss this when she leaves in two months. I mean, even when we go out -- if he calls the room and get her voice mail, HE CALLS HER KOREAN CELL PHONE!!!

That's where I'm at right now... Sadly enough, counting down the days until my only friend in the awful place leaves.




LinkLeave a comment

Heehee [Jan. 31st, 2005|07:52 pm]
[Current Mood |chipperchipper]

Okay, so here's how it goes. I broke up with Brian about five days before Exodus (leave). Which kinda sucked because we WERE planning on getting a hotel room the night we signed out for Exodus and staying out in San Jose until my plane left the next day early in the morning. So you know, I was hyped about that one, for obvious reasons. I mean, shit, I was finally gonna get some.

Yeah, well, that didn't last very long. He phased and went on to a different company, leaving me behind in Bravo, and then he cheated on my with some Air Force chick. Lovely. The same Air Force chick, might I add, that I almost beat the shit out of when we first started dating. So whatever.

Then Alex decided to talk to strangers. Now, some of you might be wondering who Alex is. Alex is this girl that I met at reception and went through Basic with... now we're out in California together. So, when I was still in Bravo (i graduated two weeks ago) she was my roommate and we did practically everything together. So, every morning before she went off to class, I would give her my safety briefing. "Be good. Participate in class. Don't talk to any strangers." And what does she do?

January 7th we went to the Rec Center to shoot some pool. We ended hanging out with these guys and then going back to the Badger Burrow and watched some movies. The next day I had CQ with one of their friends, so she ended up hanging out with them all day. And partied with them at some hotel that night. So then next day, when I got off CQ from my 24 hour shift, we all ..... (3 of them, 2 of us).... went to denny's for breakfast.

The next week, we hung out thursday night...ate at taco bell... alex and I went to some guy's room in a different company, had a couple drinks, watched some movies.... he tried to crawl into bed with me... fun was had. Friday we all went shopping... Now I'm talking Behlar(the guy I had CQ with), Chaney, Cramer(the two guys Alex hung out with the weekend before) and Knapik(this guy in my Korean class)...and me and Alex of course. So Behlar, Chaney, and Knapik go one way, leaving me and Alex with Cramer, who spent the day playing with Alex's crutches. We spent HOURS just walking around the mall.

Then on the way back... we were on the bus... and it was like Alex, Chaney, and Behlar on one bench and then me, Cramer, and Knapik on the other side sitting across from them and Alex and I started passing messages by phone to each other. That's when Cramer and I started flirting.... or so I'm told. He kept trying to read the messages on my phone and I kept shoving his hat over his eyes and everything like that. Apparently, everyone took that as flirting.

So we went back to the Badger Burrow and watched some movies... and then Alex asked if I liked Cramer. Which I was like...I guess, being he was a cool guy and I enjoyed talking to him during the day. So THEN she asked him if he liked ME. Why do I feel like I'm in high school? Anyway she ended up telling him to go sit by me, and what does he do? He sits ON me. Not just sits on me, but FALLS on my lap. LMAO.

The next day, we end up hooking up at the rec center. This time Alex has CQ, but she only had a 14 and a half hour shift, so she met up with us while we were at the hotel with his friend Chaney and Knapik and whoever else decided to show up. We got pretty close to having sex, but neither of us was really prepared... actually he'd given his condom to chaney - the bastard. ;)

We were a couple from then on. Fun stuff. We did sleep together the next weekend though. And last weekend.

I can't wait until he gets out of Bravo and goes to Fox, because then I can visit him in his room rather than just the stupid language lab. That sucks.

So that's my life in a nut shell right now.


LinkLeave a comment

Wow! [Dec. 4th, 2004|10:13 pm]
[Current Mood |giddygiddy]


I just wanted to say hi to everyone who reads this. To all my friends. LOL. I miss you guys so much and it's been hell not being able to get to a computer. So I figured that I'd catch you up with what's been going on with me in the past....... what?...... almost five months?

Well, first off, I made it through Basic. There were times when it was tough and everything, but all in all I had a lot of fun. Like the second to last week we went into the field for five days.. and my platoon ended up getting gassed at least three times a day. Now, for those of you who've never had the opportunity to be hit with CS gas...it's not fun. It pretty much clears out any sinus problem you might have at the time. And not in a fun way. When I get the chance, I'll upload some pictures from when we went into the gas chamber. *raises eyebrows* Yeah, that was fun. The last week of basic was pretty much hell, because my platoon kept screwing up so bad. It's not that we meant to do it, it was just that we had a lot of stupid people. So we got smoked a lot, which is pretty much when they make you do pushups, flutter kicks, and run in place.... or whatever execise they deem appropriate. So that happened a lot the last week. And it wasn't until then that I wanted to go home.

I lost almost 20 lbs. since I left.... they worked us hard.

Okay, so then I graduated Basic, got to spend a day or two with my parents when they came out to see me, and then it was off to California. Not a bad thing, let me tell you. We, me and a few people from basic, get here (California) we get to do so much more than we did back at Leonard Wood. We sleep in two-person rooms, get to go to a Rec Center, occasionally get to hit a computer. It's cool. Right now, I'm learning Korean, which is turning out to be a fun language to learn.

I also have a boyfriend....isn't that amazing? Never thought that would happen... LOL. He went through Basic with me back at Ft. Leonard Wood..... And i'll write more about that later, because this computer just ate two whole paragraphs and I don't feel like rewriting them...

Anyway, I leave for home in less than two weeks, so I can't wait to see everyone. I'll write more the next time I get on the computer.
LinkLeave a comment

Hi!!!! [Oct. 24th, 2004|12:22 pm]
I'm back. I'll write more later! Just thought I'd let everyone know that I'm alive and well. Feel free to email me. ;)
LinkLeave a comment

(no subject) [Mar. 13th, 2004|12:24 am]
LinkLeave a comment

[ viewing | 10 entries back ]
[ go | earlier/later ]