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Name: Charlie
Birthday: 11/29/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Snowboarding, cars, paintball, and any adrenaline rush...
Expertise: Driving
Occupation: Military
Industry: Government
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Member Since:
4/25/2005
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| Alright, well... tomorrow's it... I was going to make a big old post for those who rock to me and well to those I know... and it would just be such a big hassle and blah blah blah, yada yada, this is pretty much the same as my blog on myspace... blah blah blah... So here's my farewell...
SEE YA! | | |
| Well.... next Tuesday.
and already an edit
So excited to start my new life... yet so nervous to leave a couple people that are like... one of a kinds and don't want to think about not seeing them again. Which isn't normal for me. But hey... things change. So ... that is all for now
Rock out with your cock out
The End. | | |
| I really can not wait to get the fuck out here. I keep thinking something's good... but it always turns out to be bad. Fuck it... two more weeks. That's it. Then I never have to look back. And probably won't have a reason to. | | |
| I'm so bored... and like... tired... and I don't know. I just get bored being down here. I need to socialize. But... I don't know. I'm just trying to make my time fun, relaxing, yet positive and forward moving every day till I leave for basic. Which I really can't wait for. It's going to suck nuts but it's going to be the best experience of my life. Rock! Ha. Anyway... That is all. The End. | | |
| I want an awesome storm. Just one more before I go. Like... there hasn't been a really good one in a while. There's been false hopes, and I even made a post about one that was pretty close to being big. But it was just a little piece of shit. I want some 40 mph winds, thunder that shakes the house, lightning that makes it look like day when it's pitch black, waves that top the lighthouse... haven't seen that in a long time and that'd be real nice to see.
Had a blast at DEP call today. It was the recruiter that was in charge's birthday and he was being funny as shit, yet acting all tough here and there and acting like a drill sergeant and giving us grief. But still being funny as shit. Then we played basketball at Fruitport High School and that was awesome too. Did push ups for some of our dumbass comments... mine was when we were getting ready to leave for the Fruitport girls volleyball practice, and the recruiter (Pittman) was checking out some of them goofing around and you know... being a player. Oh and he's black and acts ghetto but he's cool as shit. Anyway, my comment that got me pushups which he finally made sure to make sure when one man goes down, all go down and everyone did them, but my comment was "Sergeant Pittman, permission to stay and watch sir"... "Yeah, you got my permission to get down and give me ten for that!" Laugh laugh laugh, push push push. Then this girl at the recruiting office who leaves next week for basic said she was thirsty because we had been playing ball for about an hour and then they ate birthday cake for Pittman's birthday. Well he got out a big water jug that you put on those water dispensing things, had her squat up against the wall (or ride her motorcycle has he likes to call it) and hold it... well this chick is like 5'7" and thin as shit, and one of the other recruiters saw and was like "good grief Pittman! That weighs more than she does!" and he just laughed back and said "well she ain't thirsty no more! is she?!" "no sergeant pittman!" says the tiny girl. Ohhhhh good times....
Then I found a pony...
And now I wait for my nightly conversation person to get on... so hurry the fuck up and get on! | | |
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