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Sep. 16th, 2010 @ 09:31 pm Musing
Now that I'm all grown up and living in the future...why is it that I can't stop looking back towards the past with such terrible longing?
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Sep. 16th, 2010 @ 08:45 pm Oh hey, this Livejournal thing still works!
Current Location: Sasebo, Japan
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative

Wow...it strikes me as wonderful that there are still people using this old application! Doesn't make me feel so...outdated? Is that really the word for it?

Well. So much has happened, so much has gone on. Here I am, living in Sasebo, Japan still. I have until 2012 and then I will be out and done with the Navy for good...God willing I'll have saved up enough money to where I won't have to worry about too much when I DO get back, at least until convention season rolls around (oh LAWDY where DOES the money GO!?)

I can only imagine how things have changed since last I walked the soil of America. I've stood in the shadows of the mosques of Brunei; walked through the dusty streets of Surabaya, Indonesia; I've seen all that Pattaya, Thailand has to offer (vortex  you would fucking LOVE that place!); strode through a temple courtyard in Cambodia, and snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. I have done so many things, and seen so many things. And every time my ship pulls back into port, I am in Japan. The country I spent almost half of my life dreaming about visiting. I LIVE here...or at least, I'm stationed here.

Oddly enough, I'm getting a little burnt out on Japan. I'm feeling more and more ready to return home to the family I love and the friends I can't live without, because out here I only really have ONE and even then he's nothing like the friends I have back home. It is just so incredibly lonely here. I have never felt more alone in all of my entire life. Even with all of the distractions and diversions, all I feel is alone.

I look forward to the day I can see the smiles of those I care about once more, feel their loving arms embrace me and listen to the stories I have to tell. I look forward to showing everyone just how much of a man I have become, and the lessons I have learned.
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Aug. 18th, 2010 @ 09:37 pm Old application is ooooooooooold
Current Location: Sasebo, Japan
Current Mood: crappycrappy
I've been posting on this thing since, like, 2004....wow. Has it really been so long, Livejournal? It feels like only a year or two ago (before I joined the Navy) that I was putting in my account information and getting all of these friends out of nowhere, and everyone was so ACTIVE! Then mySpace came along, and then Facebook...and now look at you, poor little Livejournal.
If mySpace is the ghetto of the internet, then you are the ancient ruins. But I will still haunt you all the same!


Day by day my life in the Navy is feeling less like it did when I first joined and more and more like a bad parody of the timeless movie classic "Brazil". I seriously am trying to not let the military ruin Japan for me, but I will be damned if my command isn't TRYING! Not saying that joining the Navy was a bad idea, but I just wish to all that is holy that they'd sent my ass to Yokosuka like I wanted all along instead of sticking me in the Refuse Bin of the Western Pacific Fleet (that'd be Sasebo, folks).

I've got 10 months, 44 weeks, and a little over 300 days until this nightmare is close to being over. The only way they're probably going to let me pick new orders to get out of here is if I re-enlist...YEAH, RIGHT. Maybe if it's the Reserves, or maybe the National Guard or something. Hell, maybe even the Peace Corps! Anything's better than Tortuga.
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Jul. 21st, 2010 @ 01:20 am I need a hug


So why can't I get just a simple damn HUG!?
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Jul. 6th, 2010 @ 10:54 pm Stuck in Okinawa
Current Location: Okinawa City, Okinawa
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent

So, one day my ship's chaplain decides to play Psychologist and says I'm a "potential danger to myself and/or others". Thus, when we pull into port in Okinawa I have to pack an overnight bag and get sent off with several other people who have actual medical appointments. Upon my first visit to the psychologists at the base, the main question that is asked is "Why the heck are you even HERE?! You're fine!"
But seeing as how the ship had already pulled out before the appointment was over, I had to stay anyways....for TWO WHOLE WEEKS.

The ship never gave any of us a card or anything to use to pay for food or lodging, so up to this writing we've all had to pay for both out of our own pockets. Better believe I'm demanding reimbursement for that nonsense. But I digress. The first barracks hall we were supposed to stay in (for the whole of our stay, apparently) looked like something out of the Soviet-fucking-Union; there was a small wooden stick attatched to the keychain, which I immediatly assumed was to fight off the rats or giant cockroaches to use the shower. The place smelled like an abandoned warehouse and had about just as much mold. Naturally, when they gave us slips of paper saying "We know this isn't up to Marine Corps. standards, but we'll stay here anyways!" we all agreed it was time to tell them to SUCK. IT.

Now, here's the situation: The hospital we all have to go to is on Camp Lester. We were supposed to be staying at Camp Foster. We ended up getting rooms at Kadena Air Force Base, then got shifted over to the Futenma Marine Corps. Air Base, then to an off-base hotel called the Eagle Lodge, AND THEN BACK TO KADENA AGAIN. And still the whole time we were having to pay for the taxis to and from the hospital, to each of the bases we got lodged in, and of course for the rooms on the bases themselves.
During this time I'm told by BOTH of the head psychologists that I'm fine, fit for full duty, and asked again and again just why in the heck my command thought it necessary for me to be here.

So now here I am, possibly flying out tomorrow or the next day back to Sasebo and one more year onboard Tortuga; with a grand total of about $28 in my checking account and quite possibly an even more negative attitude towards the command than I ever had before.
Bitches better give me my reimbursement, or I'm going to go Captain Malcolm Renolds on their asses: 

"Way I see it, y'all be owe'in me quite a sum of money...and I aim to get it."

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May. 2nd, 2010 @ 03:04 am WHY DO I KEEP USING THIS?

So here we are, sailing through the sea in some unknown quarter west of the Philippines on our way to Brunei. This'll be my second time visiting the island of Borneo, and I only have one thing to ask you:

I can't help but wonder that not two or so years ago on this day I was kicking around my hometown waiting for the day I flew out to Sasebo, then Singapore to begin a career of several years that would see me visiting more countries in a year than most people get to see in their lives. I'm pretty sure I've missed a lot since I left home, but based on all that I've seen, I would have probably missed out on a lot more if I hadn't finally done this.

That's what I keep telling myself. I HAD to do this. I HAD to. There was just no other way.
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Apr. 13th, 2010 @ 05:09 pm A decision
You know, I actually think more people might be using MySpace than Livejournal right now. Perhaps I should repeal the EXTERMINATUS and start using it again...?
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Apr. 11th, 2010 @ 11:56 pm A question
Current Location: Sasebo, Japan
Current Mood: dejected
Current Music: Coma White - Marilyn Manson

A girl I care for very much has just told me that she intends to become a boy. As in, getting the surgery done and getting transgendered. Why she is doing this, she will not say. I am apparently, according to her, the last one to know about this.
I'm feeling very conflicted and troubled by all this. I don't really know how to take it. I could really use some advice.

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Apr. 9th, 2010 @ 07:38 pm Got this from a guy...
Current Location: Sasebo, Japan
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Anarchy in the UK - Sex Pistols

A Drink For All Ages
Date:2010-04-07 04:27
Subject:(no subject)
Tags:frighteningly obvious

Have you ever had an idea that was so sudden with such far reaching implications that it was too big for your head?

I had one of those today.

One idea or one word that the mind was previously unequipped with, once equipped changes the way the mind interprets information as much as the hammer changes the arm of the carpenter.

It's amazing how one little piece that was missing before can change a whole paradigm of thought. That incidentally is the reason PC thugs want to change your language, as human concrete thought is based on words.

"I want a..."
"I'm afraid of..."

Which is why the PC thugs hate things like "People who like ____ are all fags" or "That guy is a retard", but I'm getting off the point here.

As it is one of the foundation stones of a whole conceptualization of teen/early twenties America it probably seems obvious to those closer to their teens than I am, but when it hit me today it was like a light-switch being turned on. It was the aphoristic light bulb moment if you will.

Due to the new dual-income cubicle economy, the joint wal mart Bill Clinton "service economy" and the disappearance of gender roles all the kids age 4-24 have been raised by the government. Government has become the parental figure in the lives of a whole generation.

That's why they all have the faith based belief in the big bang. That's why they have no spirit of rebellion. That's why they all go to college, and amass a pile of student loan debt for a degree that will have them working at Starbucks. That's why they all think they are unique snowflakes, and that's why they're all fucked up.

I know that for many of you this is a "Well, duh" kind of realization, but the implications of this are far reaching in my mind.

I can thank Obama's health bullshit for this realization. I came to it rolling around in my head over and over wondering why the young people who are getting fucked the most ruthlessly on this health insurance bit are so happy about it. The government is their loving parent. They can't believe that the government would do something stupid.

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Apr. 2nd, 2010 @ 04:26 pm Writer's Block: Take me to your leader
Current Location: Sasebo, Japan
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Sturm und Drang - KMFDM
If an alien ship were to land in your backyard and choose you as the earthly representative of humanity, what would you tell them about our world? Would you consider going back with them for a visit?

I'd tell them everything I could, and as for going back for a visit...I would come back at the head of a mighty fleet and invade Earth for them myself; recruiting those I considered worthy and intelligent enough to survive to be my staff and soldiery. I would naturally try to have a relationship with a female of their species to further better ties between myself and the aliens, although I would probably remain loyal to a human female depending on how such a thing would be viewed by said aliens.
In the end, I look down on the greater masses of humanity and would have very few problems leading an alien force in an attempt to dominate it. o(^-')b

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