It's hard to be the new person. I've always known that, but here it seems to be even harder than normal...I guess that's because I don't have a ride. I had a dream about my car last night...in the dream the monsters at the car repair shop had turned my beautiful eclipse into a hearse...I think that's probably a bad sign, and a good thing I don't still actually own that car. I miss TN and I would like to see my "family" there again...I miss wisconsin too...and somehow I miss Las Vegas even though I've never really officially been there (I only slept at the airport for several hours on my way home from basic). I still haven't met any people that I can relate to yet...the only people I see on post that *almost pass* for goths don't even do that very well. I wanna scream at them, "Buying a marilyn manson shirt does not make you a goth!" but I don't...I just don't talk to them when they look at me like I'm somebody who *should* be talking to them. Sorry kiddies! I'm not. You wouldn't last 5 minutes at one of my parties...go home to your mommy now. And I have no interest in getting to know the very few cute boys I've seen around here...maybe they're not "hard corps" enough for me...who knows? Everybody here is super smart supposedly and nobody is allowed to talk about what we do...go figure. The marines have the most appeal to me, but even they look like pussies compared to my infantry friends. oh well...boyfriends are overrated!
Happy belated single awareness day! I was sick on the dreaded day....lucky me.
P.S. I just logged out to try to eat chow and the f'ing dfac was already closed. Rat bastards! What kind of fucking place closes for dinner at 6pm on a saturday?? I was five fucking minutes after 6 and the doors were already locked...and p.s. i hate the new blogger!!! expect my blog to change soon...soon as i figure out which of my others i like better. I did not want my blog attached to google...I don't trust google. it knows too much already.
at any rate, back to the original post oh never mind i'm too pissed at blogger now to remember where i was going with that post anyhow.
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