Obsiquious

I just returned from an arduous deployment on the USS T R. Yay, I returned a few weeks early so that I can relieve the watch when the rest of the ship pulls in.
Exciting news; I will be an uncle in July. De-exciting news; The father of my sisters baby is a worthless fuck. Thankfully I may never meet the man, I cannot quantify the rage that would exist for this man I have never met. He did nothing to suppor my sister while he lived with her. Sidenot: Apparently Debo he is 25, his child is 3. I earlier misread an e-mail which led me to believe the child had an STD. It was lice, oops.
In similar news; my sister bought a relatively new car in 2002 and has never been able to make the car payments. Here comes the kick in my shorts. The only way my sister will reasonably be able to take care of this child is if I take over payments on this car. Therefore selling my beloved beetle. I would likely be safer driving a newer car, Shortly before the deployment a brake cylinder exploded causing a loss of brake fluid pressure (no brakes). This sadly was a discovery I made while travelling too fast to stop the car with my feet. It is a practical and sensible decision, but these facts can not stop me from playing the martyr over it.

I have been going to IHOP for months now. Ther I met a woman named Kim. When first I met her she was in a relationship, damn that sucked for me. She is incredibly cool, hot and generally a great person. I recently discovered that she does not like her BF, but does like me. YAY. Furthermore she has disavowed her BF, YAY. To make a long story short I spent about 6 hours with her and on Friday I will go on a date with her AWESOME. Today was a good day. A very good day. I am going to end it by painting a space b/c I am the only one with a resporater and do not want anyone to die of fumes. Tomorrow will be another good day.

I fixed a leaky toilet

Debo and I got a movie out a few weeks ago,. We returned the case for one, the movie itself is sitting on the TV, and decided to get more. We got two more movies and a warning to return the next movie or we would not incur late fees. The movies are not as significant as the medium we chose to watch the first of the two. My Xbox which was on sale at ebay closed that night and would be sent the following day. Having said this an astute reader now knows the end of the story. We did not finish watching the movie (northfork is not a movie to begin at 10pm, interesting but slow). The following day thinking nothing of it I sent the Xbox to california to a new loving home. So Northfork is on the opposite coast of the blockbuster of its origin. Out of shame I have not returned the other movies either. I will not return to blockbuster or speak of this again.

3 posts, one night, absolute craziness.
More Craziness is my decision. I make lofty goals among them are bringing the metric system to the US, openning a solar power plant in California (even if it only supplements power for one house and becoming a fat PHD in Phys Ed. I would prefer achieving two of the three goals and am adding a fourth now. To become a loud objector to bullshit foreign and domestic policy decisions and raise awareness about the troubles in the countries the media forgets about. The last may be the more difficult one of the four to stick to but "what are ya gonna do, I don' know" as they say. I may not be able to safely do this for the next 2 years and seven months (about 940 days) but the least I can do now is study so my ramblings are more coherant and full of verifiable truth.

I just had the most baddass dinner experience.
It was a place called Enrico's, I care not whether the owner was indeed Enrico. The prompt courteous service and excellent foodstuffs allow me to overlook the potential for low level fraud.
Appetizer: stuffed grape leaves (dill flavored turkey stuffing in a grape leaf) yumtastic.
Entree:Pollo [Italian word for stuffed with spinach and having a side of creamy mashed potatoes]
Desert: Baclava MMM
This meal was preceded by a trip to the Chrystler Art Museum the combination of the two have me strongly considering going to college here.
Booooooo US foreign policy.

We went in to find weapons of mass destruction and succeded in causing an un-asked-for revolution. I say un-asked-for not because it was unnappreciated but because it was not organized by the people of the country itself. It really wasn't even part of our original plan (this is not backed up by knowledge of the "plan" for Iraq. The resulting US confusion over what to do with the broken state we left was the basis of that statement). What we have left truly is a broken state.
Historically revolutions do not go well, as is evidenced by those of Russia and France (the first to come to mind there were many others). The Designers of the Iraq War did not take this into consideration. The fact that the people of Iraq who would later be liberated did not first have an agreement over how their freedom would manifest itself is now biting us in the ass. Without a strong central tyrant the minor tyrants want fiefdoms to themselves. Our troops are there to prevent this but we have little chance against a group of people who in thier minds are fighting for the freedom and sovereignty. They truly are. We are in thier country, we bombed thier homes, we destroyed law.
This was neither well written or well-researched but I am angry. I have accepted the meaningless death of far too many people who volunteered, not to attack, but to defend. The imperialist nature of the US which seemed sated once we achieved "Manifest Destiny". Strike my last sentence completey. We have been imperialist for years but never so openly in so short a time. That is probably not even true. We wrote history in our favor, in forty years this will either be a forgotten failure like Korea or Vietnam. Not entirely forgotten but do you remember how long you spent on the topic in american history class. I spent roughly a third of the time spent on the Revolutionary War or the War of 1812 on both Vietnam and Korea combined.
I have yet to write the alternative to "forgotten failure" when I whink of it I will.

I have locked myself out of my car before, it is the most irritating thing to do. Each time I do it I feel like a bigger idiot than the last time I did it. To solve this problem all I have to do is jam a bit into the lock mechanism on the driver side door, comprimising the security of my car. However if I were at all concerned about security, safety or any similar rubbish I would A not drive my car ever, B Carry mace, a gun or similar protective weapon-like thing C cower in a very scared way in a corner of the house never leaving out of fear of the big scary world. Perhaps my logic is flawed, maybe a better solution is getting more than one functinal door key, but I would rather save myself the touble. Yay I rock in a way only the foolishly careless can.

I can describe the people I work around best by saying that they cannot believe there is a limit to the amount of chicken thay are able to eat. The dude serving food had to tell the five people I could see on thigh or two small bits. Each person had to hear this separately and upon hearing it tried to wheal and deal for more, failed, complained and take there minimal amount of chicken. After an annoying wait I got my food it was not good, I do not understand why someone would bargain for more. Considering the fact tat they will however I can understand why there are a lot of fat people in the navy. I hate the navy. I want to work somewhere where the bathroom is the only place I expect people to pee in.

Debo suggested that I shave my head. After much deliberation, a survey of a significant number of randomly chosen people, and a google image search I decided to do it. Deborah was a good enough sport to do most of the work for me. I pre-empted any anxiety attack I may have had by imagining anyone I could think of (Vin Diesel, Colin Ferrel, The cast of "Full House" first season (when John Stamos had a big mullet) and many more) complimenting my imagined self on my shaved head. I am vain as all hell. I am also stupid shortly after shaving my head I took a shower as one might expect me to. After one shaves a body part that part is especially sensitive to salt, even if the salt is a lavender scented exfoliant. Dear god that stung. I think it turned out rather well, it has been said (by me) that I look like a sexy Vin Diesel (Two appearances in one post, egads) I almost believe it.

shaving my head

I am home on leave early due due my grandma passing away (pancreatic cancer rather bad and sad). The memorial service was good as far as they go. I think seeing the living family members actually overcame the sorrow due the event. It was nice not only to see them but see them knowing I did not have to go to the ship the next day, awesome.
The title has nothing to do with the first paragraph. I can't remember if I wrote of it or not but some measure of time ago my parents took 5 kids to live with them. Two unwed teen mothers (one I just found out was a young breeder the other I had seen with child), their offspring, and the brother. The brother "borrowed" my mom's car neutral dropped it while in 4-wheel drive apparently causing the transmission to crack. He drank the alchohol my parents have had on display for roughly 19 years, in response to his having drankenized the alcohol he broke two doors in the house which may or may not have contained more alcohol. He removed mortor from the bricks on the front porch causing it to sag and a number of other acts unknown to me. There may be more because my parents are more forgiving than even me. I cannot get the full story out of them, I only find anything out if I ask "What happened to that?" which is typica;ly followed by a "why that that dude is not living here" story. Hopefully having written this I can remember why I do not like the guy.

I just complained to myself about myself in my journal. I think most of it is out of my system, I will begin taking to more people, and openning up to them honestly, I need to stop shrugging my shoulders when I am asked any probing questions reguarding my life. I am very boring, I must stop, being so. The proverbial stick will be removed from my ass and I will start enjoying myself. This is rather uninteresting, it is all to reminiscent of some kind of wallet card daily affirmation.

I began today at 5am after having crashed for my day after duty, I awoke computered bathed, made coffee with visions of breakfast dancing in my head. Then disaster struck, my keys were locked in the car oops. It was 546, 24 minutes before the latest I have ever left. I called the motor club (unpaid advertising is bad, this LJ is willing to sell out but rewuires money first) talked to a computer, gave it my information. Then after 20 minutes on hold I was transferrd to a person and gave her my information (inefficiency which brough my blood to a boiling point while walking one hour later) she contacted the lock guys and they came 45 minutes later. It took the guy 15 minutes to get the lock open. The time was 710, 5 minuted before muster.

I rushed into work driving no faster than usual, Tried to enter the shipyard via the back entrance which was closed at that hour. Redrove around the SY waited in line. WAlked onto the ship, grumbled about customer service as mentioned earlier. Got to the ship at 820, I was dressed at 0825, I shaved at 0830. Had to act fast, ran down to a space full of elts and asked "did anyone notice I was late" a traditional question which became mostly a ceremony preceeding a report chit and loss of privileges since the new chief came in. However today he missed it which makes today the best day ever.

Yesterday I took a trip to potomac mills (The Outlet Mall of the Gods) and picked up an insane amount of clothing which I could afford thanks to the Navy's mispayment of me. I purchased a badass red leather jacket, two short sleeved tee's (pink and blue), two long sleeved tee's (emerald green and maroon), a blue tinted ringer tee shirt, two solid polos(black and gray) , a sky blue sweater, a black belt (finally, not having one too match my shoes has been killing me with every dressing), and three pairs of pants (boot cut blue jeans, twill pants and rock-star jeans with a button fly for me to be embarassed by) DEBO IS THE BEST HUMAN BEAN ALIVE!!!???...;;;:::"""((())),,,

Lately I have been wondering what life I should lead post the navy, should I return home and work for the family, or some other random more perhaps more enjoyable thing. In explanation my family owns a construction company, has done so for the past hundred years (Motto: "Building america since 1901-ish (ish added because I do not know the exact year (perhaps my greatest shame))). My grandfather's grandfather started it when he came here from Germany and it has been passed down ever since. Doing this job would involve me being a civil engineer, a surveyor, and if I am really ambitious an architect as well. It would also involve returning home to sandusky OH america's rockin' roller coast. A city renowned for it's ability to produce townies which is exactly what I would become when I return to the firm or what not. Also there is the question of wheter or not I want to irregardless of becoming a loathsome creature who could not escape the teat of the mother-city. If I do not want to do it is it only because I fear nepotism and completely avoiding my true potential (not that I would necessarily attain it going another direction but I would like to be on the same planet as my potential and such) by doing something that I do not want to do. I have been groomed throughout my life as have all males in the family to take the mantle of engineer at least in some very respectable sort. I am not bragging when I say I do have a bit of natural ability in the stuff, that is not enough for me. I must have ability somewhere I have interest even if my only ability is interest. I do not know. On a completely different note I think my Dad joined the navy much for the same reason I joined the Navy, to avoid the family job. Maybe after he got out the only reason he worked for the family was because he had a microcosm of his own to feed by the (wife and kid). My mom has alluded to this on more than one occasion and she used to caution me against the job of my forefathers. If I do not do that maybe politics or something of the sort, maybe public works ie peacecorps,The odds are that I won't be working for the family.. muh-eh-oh.?

Hiya,
Nathan here on another happy drunken debauchle that is so horibly misspelled it is almost comical, but mostly pathetic. My pepsi is flat. Tonight I drank to a slight excess with debo and a new buddy camisa with either one or two s's she cannot remember (for those of you keeping score at home who are infact incapable of keeping score that is camisa or camissa) tonight I also had my makeup done I am extra plus hot and could win a boy goerge noone should ever name thier children george the kids name will be misspelled for all of thier life and they deserve it. I am taking every tribune from my stream of consiousness, on a more relevent matter, I once again knitted badly and had despsite the title absolutely no erotic sex with the ladies dobe and camisa. Apparenmtluy my attempt to quit smoking has failed b/c I have smokes three cigs. Rock

I just found out that the navy has neglected to pay money due to me thanks to my steller NEC, so they owe me 140$ per month for the last 11 months totalling a monsterlike 1540$ that is awesome. Today I was so happy I was difficult to be made unhappy even by the depressing sods who aren't getting a magical 1540$ from the navy just for being them and not realizing that for 11 months the navy had not paid the tons (ounces) of money.

Also I get to play DD tonight for a buddies get out of the navy free party, awesome. YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY

This weekend was by definition a busy one. I had to drive to Sandusky, OH America's Rockin' Roller Coast to attend my cousin's wedding on Saturday. Let me begin with wednesday wihen I got ultimate surprise number one involving my parents having usurped guardianship of 5 children 3 teens two babies, one of the babies being the product of one of the teens. Apparently they rescued the children from a hotel room sans any means of non-canned food production. In these conditions the baby lost 5 oz from its birth weight (I know not much of these baby-thihgs but am certain this is no good). Since my mom took charge of its food gathering the baby has regained its birth weight and a bit for good luck, this was just under a week (weight gain protein shakes and amino acid treatment with a steady regimen of weightlifting do wonders. Because of my parent's incredible generosity I was left w/o an open room in my parent's house and as such slept in my sister and her beau's trailer home which led to fun times saturday night to be explained later.
Now to Friday, I began preparing for my trip after a rousing divisional bowling tournement the results of which left me tied for second (to last). I had put off preparation for the sake of having a good excuse to delay my trip on Firday. I gathered all necessary clothes an assorted grooming necessities and under normal circumstances would have been ready to leave. However this were no normal circumstances. I have no bank card and therefore no means of accessing real ultimate cash sans a local NFCU. So I transferred money to Jamesborah's account and took Jamesborah the latter part to food lion to get cash from an ATM. All went well we managed to drive across the street without killing ourselves or any innocents but when we got to the ATM disaster struck. Jamesborah the latter part forgot the PIN, so we walked around food lion for an hour while she determined which four numbers and in which order created a PIN for her. She figured that out I dropped her off at home and left.
Most of the drive was rather uneventful save one point when I stopped a the side of the road to prevent my self from sleeping to death and upon restarting my car the oil light was on. I had checked my oil before leaving and had an oil change just a little over a month ago. I almost dismissed it as I have with most of my car's prophetic warnings of impending doom except I remembered what has happenned every other time they sat ignored. Checked my oil and the dipstick was as dry as a properly stored bag of sugar ( "dry as a bone" is incredibly trite). Next step is to get oil I suppose, luckily the next exit was only two miles away. It led to hamlet known to those in the know as Beaver Falls, PA home of the well-hidden 24 hour gas station (this was at 0112 also perhaps important to note when I restarted the car the oil light was out). I found the gas station a place called sheetz which boasts personalized carpetry and a pleasant staff. The I was once more on the road. I got to sandusky at 5 in the am. Woke my dad and handed over the top of my dress whites (which I was would rather have not worn save a request from the bride in the wedding) so that my mom could sew a patch on to them. My dad navigated me through the labrynth that is my sister's trailer park. That morning I retired on an air mattres which practically forced me off of it any time I shifted at all.
I woke up at 9 showered at ten thirty and went to my parents house at eleven. Realized I needed to get a hair when I got there and rushed to a barber I went to on occasion when I was a youth. He shaved the back of my neck with a straight razor and hot shaving cream (frickin' awesome), also he was the first old man to speak with me about the military that day but was far from the last. I returned home and started ironing my pants for the wedding realized my mom still had the top and thought "no problem the wedding is at 515" I was wrong in so many ways it was ridiculous. At 140 I got a cal from my mom saying that we needed to be at wal-mart 40 min ago. So I grabbed all things I had and rushed to wal-mart with my sister as passenger who by the way is a very accomplished backseat driver. In a fifteen minute trip she reminded me of the speed limit no less than thrice, Said I shifted lanes too frequently and told me to drive with my hands NOT my knee. When I got there my mom handed me my wrinkly dress white top with the patch hastily safety pinned on Funtastic (I don't blame my mom I should have gotten the patch sewn on long ago). I got dessed the uniform looked well enough for pictures assuming that amazing photo retouching powers were activated.
After the pictures were taken I was loking forward to lazily ironing my uniform and preening in until the wedding. Turns out the wedding is at 3, after driving home at an "exceptionally dangerous rate" lazily does not describe the manner with which I prepared my uniform for the wedding. I went to the wedding it was very nice, this was only the second wedding I have gone to in my life the first having been when I was in single digits so I was surprised at how fast it went (it was not a catholic service which also contributed to its brevity). Everyone in m the Feick family showed up it was amazing, I barely recognized one of my cousins who upon seeing me in my uniform was quick to remind ma that she changed my diapers. The wedding really was beautiful, they wrote their own vows and tearily recited them to each other performed all of the marriage ceremonies I had begun to think were only the stuff of movies and thus were married.
The wedding was as tradition calls for followed by a reception. This particular reception was held a the local country club of which my uncle is a member. The dinner was very expensive at least if not horribly good, how do you screw up squash and then charge money for it? After dinner while I spoke with my relatives and one buddy Keith from high school who manages to see me once each time I come home but never by plan I always simply find him somewhere. My uniform was an attractive nuisaance all the while it was as though my I became a magnet for ex military members of the grooms family who all had war stories to share while I fein interest out of politeness and hope for a good reason to escape which never comes. I would have no problem talking to these people except none of them understood why I planned on sixing it out of the navy and it is difficult to find new and excitiong ways to unoffensively tell them that it sucks a bit. A retired diver from the navy even reminded me of the 2.8 billion dollar re-enlistment bonus I could recieve without realizing that there is a reason they give nukes typically do not like re-enlisting. I did not have the heart to tell him this so he may think that I am a spoiled nuke for whome the navy is not good enough., meh.
My cousin Donny was there who is easily one of the coolest people on earth, he lives the dream. He spent four year getting an electrical engineering degree now he writes, directs and produces independent films his latest and indeed first is pizza the movie info at www.pizzathemovie.com. The movie is due for release very soon. I expect good things. After the reception I went with him to his mother's house and played euchre with Donny against my cousin Dianna and her gamer husband Bill (very good guy he wants me to collect d&D 3e miniatures). We won 3 of four games.
I left at 1140 pm and began my trek to my sisters trailer. Remember the last time I found it was that morning after having driven 11 hours so perhaps my memory was a bit flawed. How hard could it be really It was the only one wiith a motorcycle in the front. Turns out very hard, I drove back and forth for a half hour looking for it when a young man who though I was a cutie told me no house on that street had a motorcycle in fornt of it and invited me to hang out with him for a little while I was tired and politely declined having duely filed the compliment away in my "men who have hit on me" fiolder AKA "I still got it" a compliment is a compliment and is always flattering.
I went home and slept on the basement couch. Woke up went to my grandparents house for breakfast and left. Sandusky at 1130. Drove forever drinking massive amounts of coffee explaining my current zeal for writing despite my obvious need for sleep. Speaking of which the buzz has worn off and now I ought sleep.

I baked cookies for the first time since I joined the navy. Merimged (if that is a word) for the first time in five years. I rock.
I jumped the gun a bit with the first batch, starting to bake them when they were still runny. To compensate for the first flat six the final batch I beat extra hard and made ludicrously large (partially because of a steam burn on my hand which made me want nothing more than swift painless immersion in extra cold water). I hope not to burn this batch, I am typing this as they bake. That is a bad idea. I will go now.