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Thunder Grill @ Union Station. [Mar. 9th, 2009|04:21 pm]
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Stepped off the train about 20 minutes ago. Felt hungery.. I have a few minutes before hitting up the metro to meet up with Dad...

Walked around downstairs to see if anything struck me as good to eat. Nothing downstairs looked nice.. Well.. It all looked nice.. None of it included beer. So I made my way over to a place Renee and I ate at before.

Thunder Grill is nice. I had a yuengling sitting infront of me soon as both of my bags hit the floor. Then a plate of wings soon there after. Trip almost over..

I'll be home tonight.. My own bed.. and a full night of sleep.
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High speed low drag. [Mar. 9th, 2009|02:25 pm]
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Here I am on the Acela train back to DC.

I've been moving non stop since 0430 on Saturday.

Graduated 19D school Saturday morning. Drove down to DC. Meet up with my aunt for a bit. Drove to my dad's house. Got on the train for NY Penn station. Got in alittl bit before midnight. Woke up and surprised my great grandmother for her 95 birthday. Spent the day in Brooklyn. Then back on the train to DC today. I'll spend alittle time at my dad's house then get in the car and roll back to the house. Probably get back to the beach around 2300 ish..

It's been an interesting time away from the house. Mostly doing hooah army shit. Lots of drinking. Putting up with a weirdo roommate and army politics. Frooze my ass off in the field. Layed in the snow in an OP for awhile..

All Missions accomplished. Now I'm tired. Ready to sleep in my bed. Walk around nekkid in my own domain.
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(no subject) [Mar. 6th, 2009|04:18 pm]
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AIM = MrRuthlessX
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(no subject) [Mar. 6th, 2009|12:23 pm]
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Halfway down the trail to Hell
In a shady meadow green
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To see a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen
And so goes back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in roaring charges of a fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
and the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty you canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green

Tomorrow I will graduate cavalry scout school.
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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2009|04:21 pm]
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I've dealt with alot of things in the past few weeks.

Began a new career. Then quickly shifted gears to train for my other career. Which in hindsight was a bad idea.. I should have waited. I should have allowed there to be a pause in between. Now I will have almost no down time..

This is where I am now... My operating tempo is very high. Things are flying my way very fast. Interesting I have a livejournal message.. I wonder what that is.. brb.
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(no subject) [Jan. 5th, 2009|06:58 pm]
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2009 started interestingly.
I was dragged out to a club.

I can be a real stick in the mud sometimes.
Would not have cared in the least bit to stay my ass home on New years. For some the thought of staying home is preposterous. THEY MUST GO OUT... I think some people just go out for the fact of going out so they can say they did to their friends.

Women are very fussy about the whole going out thing. There is a great deal of pre-outting shenanigans. Phone calls going back and forth every 30 seconds with the latest clothing or arrangement details.

This was the point where I sat in my man room to play games. Until a decision was reached on where to go. What to wear. Whom to call. And a number of other variables I could not begin to understand.

We will go to this club. If we don't like it, then we will go elseware. I paid 30 bones for the both of us to walk in the joint. We better be staying here. Which we did. It was good.

I'm not eating meat this month. Ask me how it went Feb 4th.
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(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2008|05:22 pm]
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Went to Lynnhaven Mall last night. Watched the people darting about the stores. Some in a rush. Mostly kids at the mall sitters. Ate some Sbarro pizza.

Seven pounds didn't start until 9:20. Online the showtime was 2100. So we went to the bar at UNO's for a drink until showtime. The movie was... melancholy. Good. But they could have made it shorter.
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(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2008|12:53 pm]
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Christmas is suddenly here. I'm unprepared as usual. I have to get something. Why do we do this every year. It has nothing to do with Jesus.
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(no subject) [Dec. 20th, 2008|01:02 am]
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Friday has finally come.
Time for me to crash. Get my 12 hours of extra sleep for the next week.
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So what. [Dec. 16th, 2008|06:06 pm]
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There are things about people that amaze me.
Like not keeping their business taken care of. On time.
Let me not be a hypocrit. I get things done on time.
Usually by the skin of my teeth.
I can be the King of last minute.
But atleast my shit is squared away.

I'm glad Representative Jesse Jackson Jr is close to being cleared
of implications with Rod Blagojevich. And I hope he gets his name back as requested.
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