Deep Thoughts of a Slothful Wombat

You now address PFC (Pacific Fleet Commander) Jesterlicious. Roommate of PFC Grahamcis, like BAMCIS but better. I'm possessed of the billet of pure, epic AWESOMENESS. And I'm also bored out of my mind.

Not that you couldn't tell...

Let's see. So, they've started classing people in AM up faster-I'm classed up, with a graduation date of vague febuary. I have a broad fan club, and I now bench 115. Beastly, yeah? I've got straight up killer muscles. It's mildly frightening. lol. I also got a tattoo-pictures pending-on my back. It's a chinese? symbol that says "live for today". Nikki's convinced it says something like "fresh human meat", which is also doable. Whatever it is, it's flippin amazing, and that is that.

Um...beyond that? People are stupid, I seem to date a lot of douchbags, and my toenails are violently, crazily green.

that's about it.

Oh, and I can't sleep. Figure that one out: I'm doing mad PT at the gym, I'm running around all day, and I get maybe, tops, four hours of sleep a day. But I can't sleep. What gives?

Hey all

So, I'm now here at glorious Pensacola Fl. It's wicked here, except that right now I'm the only sober one on this floor, pretty much. That in itself is depressing, you understand?

I'm working on getting all my money crap worked out: I want to get a Roth set up, as well as the TSP. The one problem I have with this place is that it's so easy to spend money. Like, dropping $100 at the NEX is pretty much nothing.

Oh! and awesome news.....I'm apparently not going to class up until at least January, probably Feb. Gorgeous, you understand? there's nothing like sitting on your ass for three, possibly more, months on barracks support.

That's about it, for now.

I have returned momentarily to civilization. As....a US Marine.

There is much rejoicing and eating of chocolate and various unhealthy things.

But...I have returned. With a 283 PFT, a Marksman shooting badge (by god, I'm so getting at least Sharpshooter next time around), and a six pack tummy of wonderfulness. Thusly, all of my goals have been achieved.

Thanks to everyone who sent me mail. If I didn't respond, please don't think it's because I didn't care. Really, mail and chow are the things your life revolves around in boot camp.

Let's see....yes. I might possibly be in chat, but that's all up in the air for right now-I'm not sure what I'm doing with the internets at home.

Oh, and best thing ever? Threatened evacuation by hurricanes, stepped out for the Crucible on 9-11, and graduated on National Talk Like a Pirate Day. Flippin sweet. Well, except for the hurricanes. That was boring.

Kate has gone off to the loveliest vacation spot in the United States....

Parris Island, SC

I'll be posting her address here as soon as I get it.

Wish her luck!




Kate's mom

so my ship date has been changed. it's now june 23, instead of july 6. most disheartening.
 but whatevs.

sunday is my last day at work, so i should actually be able to get in some semblence of fit before i ship off.

We went to see that lst night.....

IT WAS AMAZING~!!!!!!

I want to go again. and again. and again.

Really, what I want to do is go into the garage, rearrange it, and start banging on things in a musical way.


Not that I can really do anything in a musical manner, but...I dream.

I have gotten a new cell phone, so if you need the new number, message/email me, and I'll give it to you.

Actually, if you have any of my numbers (house, cell, or otherwise) you might want to email me, because those all seem to be getting changed on a regular basis. It's very strange.

So, I just finished watching the 2004 movie of The Phantom of the Opera.

Holy Shit.

I'm completely amazed. First off, it was terrific. Secondly, when did the gorgeous pedophile from Hard Candy (Patrick Wilson) learn to sing like that? I swear, I'm going to marry the beast. He's....wow.

Secondly, how do the women sing in those corsets?

So, today I think I'm sick. I keep coughing, and I'm either really cold or really warm. And I keep getting lightheaded, but I think that might be in part because I've only eaten a roll and some chicken nuggets at work. I keep waiting for something to jump out at me and say, "Eat me!" And no, you completely perverted people, not like that. That would scare me.

But yeah....I'm getting sick. And apparently Wednesday, there's some Family Night thing for the Marine poolees, and that makes me depressed because I'll have to dress up and behave, and right now I feel like finding the darkest corner in my bed and dying.

Last night, Amy and I continued our glorious Easter tradition, even though there were no males for me to throw her at. But we had fun, nonetheless. We watched some amazingly retarded movie made completely hilarious by copious applications of Jose, my best friend.

That's all I can think of to write.

Oh! So my english teacher decided that we should all explore the Chaucer inside of us, and write a modern day version of the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales. We only had to do one person each, and of course I chose the housewife. I've been watching way too much crap at work, because she's seriously straight off of those ridiculous Housewives of whatever shows. But, it was either that or a rant on women who think that hiding the world from your child will save it's immortal soul. Silly people.

And I got mom addicted to The Devil's Panties. Go me

So, I now have an official ship date for boot camp.

I'm kinda panicking now.

But it's cool, right?

Right?

::sigh::

I'm gonna go clean the house now, for the easter visit of a cousin who loathes me.

And I hate beer.

I have posted. You can quit nudging me now, darling.

An update.

I've been working. A lot. Too much for the amount of paycheck I'm getting. It's slave labor. On a brighter note, the more I work, the more disgusted with food I've become, especially anything that originates from Mcdonald's. I'm also starting to panic: I ship out for boot in the beginning of July. Dear god, writing that gives me chills. Anyways.

I found one of my favorite movies to be Across the Universe. I'm going to marry Jim Sturgess. I'm serious: the man can sing. And he does this accent thing? I melt. It's glorious.

I just got back from StellarCon. It was pretty much wonderful-I'm now corrupted, and have sworn to get a Wii. Drunken Wii is quite possibly the best thing to do evers. I have found, though, that I pretty much fail at Guitar Hero. I must try again someday when I'm actually sober. 

I have my prom dress, and a bunch of us have all decided to do the Thriller dance at prom. I'm insanely excited, but kind of scared, because we're all really, really white, and not one of us can dance. It should be interesting.

But...more later.
 

There was a concert.

My voice is barely audible. I can kinda hear now, but...last night, I apparently woke up when i walked in the house and did my normal "hi vodka" talk. I do love my precious puppy. He needs a bath, though.

But I have to work til eleven tonight. Tomorrow is the gym, where, for the first time evers, a woman has vowed that I won't be able to walk when she's done with me. And then, on Friday, I'm working overnight ti 3. It's gonna be exciting.

I suppose I can't complain, though, because I'm desperately trying to save up for a car, decent Christmas presents, and a corset. I found some Wusthof poultry shears at William Somona that mom was lusting after, so I'm thinking of getting her those. And, of course, so on and so forth. What's frustrating is when I go shopping and can't find anything I'd like to buy, when I finally have money. This irks me.

But such is life.

Oh-I'm fat again, because I've not had the time after work and school to work out. I hate gyms that close at 9 at night. Who the fuck closes at 9? I mean, if McHell is still open, then the world should be open. God knows America runs on it.

Random note from me to mom, regarding my bodice from the wench costume.

"Bone Me!"

She's still scowling at me about it.

I think I've now recovered from Dragon. I'm still sleep deprived, but that's the normal extent, so there's not much to worry about there. But, Dragon instilled in me a lust for corsets that knows no bounds. Serious lust. My friends and I have made plans to go to the Maryland RennFaire,and so I'm hoping to find a corset there that makes me go squee. The problem is that none of the people I'm going with know much about corsets, so I'll have to rely upon what I feel works and what the salesperson says. Not too promising, unfortunately. But, it should be interesting.

Dragon was fantastical-I missed getting to see Jess as much as I was hoping to, but....such is life. I did get to see everyone else, though, and meet a few people that I had seen in chat but not in person. That was fun. I'm still astonished on how packed the place was, even this far past it. I want to go next year, and see how it is when I'm not a convirgin. But, I fear the Marines will have other ideas about what I'll be doing with my time, so everyone will just have to drink in my memory. I'm sure that they won't find this too hard.

Kent had delicious beer, and bread. I still feel bad because half of his brownies that I made were ruined. They were delicious. Daddy is still somewhat miffed that, after two years of trying to find out what kind of beer I like, Kent is the one who discovered it. It makes me giggle.

I'm kind of caught up on the work that I missed when I was at the con. Kind of. I'm working on not failing tests at the moment, which requires a goodly bit of work. Dammit. And we just had a dog fight. The cowtaser won. My toe, unfortunately, didn't, and is now broken again. I guess I should just be happy that I didn't end up on the bottom this time when I was trying to pull the dogs apart. ::sigh:: I swear, Spencer should have been drowned at birth. The breeding was bad enough, but why do we have to live with the constant effects of it? It irks me, precious.

That is all.

I just finished talking to daddy, which is always fun. I'm now Officially (I do adore being Official) going to Dragoncon. This makes me very happy inside, because I'm still depressed over missing Libertycon. I can't believe I missed Libertycon. I hate Mcdonald's.

On the bright side of things, I'm hoping to buy a corset at Dragon. Thusly, if you're going to Dragon, you should come along, and help me pick one out, mkay?

That is all.

Oh, and I've gotten a raise. I'm now making-omg- $7.10 an hour. Scary, isn't it? They told me I would have gotten a bigger raise if it wasn't for my chucks and lack of happyness. It kills me that I now have to smile, all day. At people who reek of piss. ::scowl:: I'm not the smiley type. If I smile all the time, my soul crumbles a bit. However, it's impossible to explain to my manager that not smiling doesn't mean homicidal.

So....I'm now trying to persuade mom to get me drugs of happy. dammit.

Oh, and...I've been working all week. Which means I've not been able to see mom, because I work late shifts, and don't normally get home until about 1030 at night. mom gets up at 0450, so...she's asleep. I miss homemade food, dammit.

so....we went shopping in CA.

I found my pencil skirt.

For ten bucks.

In a size zero.

And it fits!

Hooray for fucked up size charts!

Oh, and I somehow have a tan. With SPF 70 sunblock.

That is all.

i have a job. at mcd's.

i'm going to go die now, kay?

this better be a damn good tattoo.

Today, nothing inspired a bitchfest.

scary when you consider the state of my vagina.

Oh! and spiderman three was hilarious. i don't think i stopped laughing the entire time.

and tobey maguire has a mad pimp walk. i want his pimp walk. even if he does look like a bad jared leto imitation.

Be HONEST no matter what. If you're going to lie, just don't answer it.

1. What is your natural hair color?
Honestly: Blond. goldy, beach blond hair.

2. Where was your default pic taken?
Honestly: my aunt's house. grammy wanted decent pics of me.

3. What's your middle name?
Honestly: Kathryn

4. Your current relationship status?
Honestly: single. ish. confused. don't care.

5. Honestly, does your crush like you back?
Honestly: not as much as i'd thought. but it's cool-i'm pretty much used to it.

6. What is your current mood?
Honestly: feh. tired. headachey.

7. What color underwear are you wearing?
Honestly: rainbows.

8. What makes you happy?
Honestly: my jellies. brownies. antibaby drugs.

10. If you could go back in time and change something, what would you change?
Honestly: i'd stop don from hitting mom.

11. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day- what would you be?
Honestly: cheetah. then i could be vicious and people would still pet me.

12. Ever had a near death experience?
Honestly: i climbed a tree yesterday and fell. does that count?

13. Something you do a lot?
Honestly: kiss gay men.

14. What's the name of the song stuck in your head right now?
Honestly:  my head hurts too much to have a song stuck in it.

16. Name someone with the same b-day as you?
Honestly: the USMC. everyone else has almost bdays with me.

17. When was the last time you cried?
Honestly: right after tara called me to tell me her antibaby news.

18. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
Honestly: Yes. have i been threatened for singing by said audience? yes.

19. If you could have one super power what would it be?
Honestly: the ability to teleport myself to california, so i wouldn't have to pay plane fares.

20. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex?
Honestly: smell.

21. What do you usually order from Starbucks?
Honestly: cappichino or chai

22. What's your biggest secret?
Honestly: i'm secretly starving and purging myself into a size one, so men will automatically fall in love with me.

23. What's your favorite color?
Honestly: bright ones. prolly yellow.

24. When was the last time you lied?
Honestly: a while ago when i turned jeffy down.

25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows?
Honestly: i want to watch all the old disney movies again.

27. What are you eating or drinking at the moment?
Honestly: i just ate my lunch.

28. Where did it go?
Honestly: my lunch? i put it in my belly button for safe keeping so i can eat it later.

29. What's your favorite smell?
Honestly: rain. fresh grass. david. food.

30. If you could describe your life in one word what would it be?
Honestly: disaster.

31. When was the last time you gave/received a hug?
Honestly: i get hugs from tara every day. i miss huggles, though. i never get to snuggle with anyone anymore.

32. Have you ever been kissed in the rain?
Honestly: Nope.

33. What are you thinking about right now?
Honestly: eh. stupid, hopeless stuff.

34. What should you be doing?
Honestly: chores. brushing the dogs. cleaning the house, changing my sheets. not thinking the stupid destructive shit that i am.

35. What was the last thing that made you upset/angry?
Honestly: the snake in electricity class. i was so mad i was crying.

36. How often do you pray?
Honestly: right before exams, and that's about it.

37. Do you like working in the yard?
Honestly: i like the sheer manual labor that doesn't require thought. i need it, right now.

38. If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?
Honestly: I like my own, but...probably Smithers, because it's a fantastical name.

39. Do you act differently around your crush?
Honestly: i'm happy, does that count?

40. Name one thing that reminds you of an ex?
Honestly: drama talk. shaggy hair. spiderman.

I MADE BROWNIES OF DELICIOUSNESS WITH STRAWBERRIES!!!!



and i broke the lawn mower. it makes the most precious smoke rings now. i'm quite jealous.