Yo, I dont know whom to lay a fuck you too, blogger or this piece of shit computer system here on base. I wrote a whole thing about being in Air Force Purgatory here at Sheppard and then a kick ass commentary on Boondock Saints, but the fucking thing erased before I had a chance to publish. Thanks for the insertion of a watermelon into my rectum sideways!!!

Some people in this life just rule. They know when to cheer you up at the right moment when ya need to. And in the essence of keeping awesomeness perpetuating I will leave them anonymous cause they know who they are.

Be sure to fear people under 21 who get a lil, and I mean a lil, bit of power in there lives. They wield it like they are Louis the XIV or some shit like that. In other news, I get to play the role of patient tommorow for a bunch of doctors who need hands on training. I am personally hoping to have an ovarian cyst, but beggars cant be choosers.

Lastly, I need help with an opinion...should I invest into XM radio to get O and A?? I am really going to wait till I find out if I am permanently stationed in the states before I make a final decision.

EDIT...Ihave to add this link, thanks to Jon for this: http://freeweb.siol.net/stargate/MaryBeth.htm (for people 18+)

More Random Thoughts from a Wandering Modern-Day Vagabond...

If you are eight hundred pounds and standing in the aisle of a supermarket isle drooling over the Hostess Cup Cakes that are dancing before your beedy little eyes, it is also thoughtful consideration to realize that someone might just be trying to get around your Death Star Sized Ass. I mean you would really need someone who could bullseye womp rats to destroy someone of your girth and stature.

New Orleans (Called N'orleans by the locals) is definetly my new 2nd home city. And I hate the fact that I had to leave it just as I was just starting to get to know many of the hot/fun places NOT listed on tourists publications.

Never underestimate the power of three stuffed shrimp, they can fill you up when you think they cant.

Cajun people are scary cause I saw one son of a bitch pick a live gator up from the side of the road and throw her/him into the truck, more than likely for dinner due to the fact that they are scavangers.

Whicita Falls, Texas is defintetly a part of the "asscrack" of the United States, and unfortunatly is going to be my home for at least four months. Oy Gevalta!!

I am reforging a new 'trifecta' of evil that has branches in Pensacola and N'orleans.

Second Hand bookstores can be treasure chests of books. Especially really good copies of first editions.

My new favorite olympic event is female volleyball. Wow is all I can say...I dont think I have ever been aroused watching a sporting event before.

I am totally going to be having a bar crawl when I get back home to NY that includes stops at a pizza/italian food, and chinese joints.

Some people are just really piss poor with there money and will just about spend it on anything without any thought. And then they wonder why this a nation that wallows in debt.

Memories of the heart are much more valuable than memories that photographs produce.

Just some general random thoughts of mine...

Its amazing how you can transplant, uproot, and reseed your life. And watch it grow to new potentials.

It is weird to see people come into and then leave your life.

Some people take religion wayyyyyyyyyyyy too seriously and like to preach about certain things that they see in the Bible but dont like to discuss the things that people dont do anymore that are also mntioned in the bible (ie beating woman, slaves, etc).

Bourbon Street in New Orleans is overrated, and is more of a tourists spot and paradise for hustlers. The French Quarter is a lot nicer and is as much fun, if not moreso than Bourbon Street.

The "Davinci Code" kicks ass, pick it up and read it.

Entering into a field of study you have no knowledge of is both challenging and rewarding. Especially when you are kicking ass grade wise.

Meeting family that you havent seen in 16 years can be a little nerve-wracking at first. But it can also make you realize that there are others a lot like you out there who are a part of your family. I am happy now that my cousins and I are close, especially since I see them practically every weekend.

I realized I havent blogged in a while, but rather have been keeping my thoughts in a journal. The journal is a great compass to help steer you in the direction that you want life to take you.

You dont realize you have an accent till ALL sorts of people stop and ask "where are you from?". It grows tiresome at times, but is also fun to talk about home.

Time to think is also time to clear the head which means more time to read up on the classics such as Shakesphere, Dante, and Chaucer.

When you are away from people for a while, it warms the heart to hear people who are not your family ask "When are you coming home? We miss you".

My Lieutenant is a big fan of 'Seabiscuit'. As is now my father.

You really, really have to be yourself in life cause a lot of people arent.

Writing random thoughts is like novacaine for the soul.

Drive-thru daiquiri stands in Louisiana rule!!