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| ...I PASSED MY PRT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In other news, found a way to log onto MySpace, but can't make any posts or bulletins so I'll be sticking here for the time being. Not much else going on. Just one more month to go... Jaa ne | | |
| ...and it's not just because the ship finally got around to blocking MySpace on the servers. I genuinely missed blogging here. Of course, being my usual lazy self, I don't feel much like going in-depth into what you've missed out on since my last entry way back when. 'Sides, that stuff you can find on my MySpace anyway.
Right now, what stands out most in my mind is this upcoming Navy-wide PRT. Less than two weeks away. Chances are, it may very well be my last. In the midst of the chaos that was my check-in onto the Whidbey, I somehow managed to acquire my second PRT failure without even taking a PRT. "How?" you ask. It's all thanks to a little something called bodyfat composition. Turns out they took one of me as I was checking in. And failing that counts as failing a PRT as well. Something that would've been nice to know when it happened!!! All of that occurred without me ever knowing about it up until a few weeks ago. Seems I was supposed to be in FEP the whole deployment. Did anyone ever inform me of this information? No. Did anyone ever try to enforce it? Of course not. Should I have been working out every day anyway whether I knew of this or not? Most definitely so...if I were serious about staying in the Navy. That's where I'm getting hung up now. I really don't feel that there's anything left for me here in the Navy anymore. Realistically speaking, I should've been kicked out in boot camp. Which was almost 2 years ago now. Think about it. I had to stay behind an extra 2 months, PT-ing twice a day (only once on Saturdays) an hour every time just to reach the bare minimum of passing for my age group then. I'm 20 years old now. I gained an extra minute to that bare minimum of passing. And to this day...I still have not passed a single PRT, official or not. I'm tired of my higher-ups getting on my case, giving me ridiculous "lawful orders" to follow in hopes that it will "help" prepare me for this next PRT. It's not my fault the Navy doesn't want to send more electricians to this godforsaken piece-of-shit of a ship. Hell, this ship was supposed to be decommissioned last year! But no. They figured, "Hey, she can probably make it another 10 years! Let's hold off the decom until 2015!" We've broken down about 4 or 5 times since we deployed. You know what the motto of this ship is? "First in her class, first always." You know what ships that are first in their class really are? Prototypes. So when they go to make more ships of the same class, they take a look at the first one and find all the flaws in her. Then they make the other ships of that class, only without the flaws from the first one. Know what happens to the first one? She stays exactly the same, flaws and all. Occassionally, they update her systems...using equipment that other ships are getting rid of when they update their systems. Seriously. We have a GPS unit from 1989! It's as big as a VCR, and it still works. I've seriously had it with this place. Hell, it's not even the Navy I'm pissed at. It's just this ship. Everyone I've met onboard since I first set foot onto the ship has said at least once the entire deployment how much they hate this ship; how miserable they've been since they themselves first arrived to this ship; how much they'd rather guzzle JP-5 and chase it with a lit match than stay on this ship any longer than they have to. The way things around the world are shaping up to be now, we'll most likely have to deploy again next year.
So much more to unload, so little time to do it. Uploaded a video that shows the Navy for what it really is. Give it a glance. I think you'll be mildly amused by it. Jaa ne (It feels so good to be back...) | | |
| Okay, so...after some thought, I've decided that my primary blogging space from now on will be my MySpace. I'm not getting rid of my xanga, though. Too much sentiment and memories went into this thing that deleting it would be like deleting a piece of my history. Problem is, the people I want feedback from the most can't do it simply because they're not part of the community. Could they join? Of course! Have they? Only a few...who seem to have long forgotten that they actually have or simply don't care for it anymore. And as for the flooble chatterbox...well, we all saw how often that got used. Anyway, they've all found a home on MySpace.com, so I guess I'm following in their footsteps. I'll still stop by here whenever I can, though. Dunno how often that'll be, considering I'm on a ship now about to deploy for Europe for the next six months on Tuesday. But yeah...you'll still see me around sometime. But this is not "goodbye". This is simply "See ya when I see ya". So...see ya when I see ya...
Jaa ne | | |
| ...and unfortunately, I'm already all blogged out. I feel I already summed up enough of my feelings while making my first (and for the time being, last) blog entry on my MySpace. All I really have left to say is what my plans are for the rest of my last day before VA. Which aren't all that definite. But far as I know, Josh, Emily, and I are gonna check out Taboo before going to David's BBQ. And I finally got around to finishing off that disposable camera I've had with me since Nuke school, so I'll hopefully find a one-hour photo place to get that developed before the end of the day. Other than just a few loose ends to tie up, I've got nothing else to say. So...
Jaa ne (You and I both know I'll be back someday...) | | |
| ...and each day I get closer to it, I sink even further into panic-mode. Honestly, this isn't how I imagined spending my leave days at all. Hell, I've spent more time updating my MySpace than I have with my friends over here. Granted, I did get some good facetime in with them over the weekend (especially Saturday, when we went to Disneyland). But other than that, it's pretty much the same as when I was at DTP: everyone I know in the area is too busy with school during the week to hang out. Sure, I did get to hang out with Colin Monday night. But it just wasn't the same. *Sigh* I guess, as per my usual, my expectations ran way too high for what I wanted to happen on leave. Then again, maybe I didn't know what I wanted to happen on leave. I just feel like there's so much left to do and I don't know how to get it done in the time I have left. I feel guilty and disappointed about the time I let slip away already since I've been here 'cuz there's so many better things I could've done with that time than what did with it: nothing. Ugh, so many thoughts and feelings running errant inside me, it seems futile trying to sort them out.
The stuff I feel I have to do before I go:
- Pack! As much of a "DUH!" statement as it is, I still have to do it. And right now, I'm worried I'm not gonna have enough time to finish it, or I'm gonna pack up too early and in the process pack up something I really will need while I'm still here, or I'm gonna pack up and leave and forget something really important and arrive with a whole bunch of useless shit.
- Laundry. It's not like I have a huge pile of laundry to do or anything, but it would save some space in the stuff I need to pack up.
- The stuff I mailed home from SC. This unfortunately seems to be the majority of my time today. My stuff's expected to arrive sometime today. They just never specified when because...well, they really have no way of knowing that.
- Buy a new National Defense ribbon. Not entirely a necessity, but I'd rather have it done before reporting to VA. Still can't believe how easily I lost it during my flight over here. I mean, I lose the fasteners sometime before my Chicago-Vegas flight, and then I lose the ribbon entirely while in Vegas. Ironically, I still have the plastic enforcer that held it in place on my uniform.
The stuff I want to do before I go:
- Be with my friends. All of them. Without any drama bullshit going on amongst them. Unfortunately for me, that honestly is easier said than done.
And that's pretty much it.
Well, at least I got it off my chest. Now to figure out how to handle it all...
Jaa ne | | |
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