So metal I peed my pants.

Not really...but Ed's Fucking Furry Guide to Metal is pretty goddamn metal, in my opinion.

And then there's this...trash. I'm pretty sure the positive reviews I found on it are all lies.

And now, I'm off to bed.

I don't get it.

Video games make Rich so cranky.

So why does he play them?!

You may know this person!!

OMG, no waiz?! Facebook has this new feature that lists people you may know based on how many people on your friend list have this person on their respective friend list. Yeah, well, half the people that come up on that list for me have the same surname [withheld], which means they're my second cousins (grandchildren of my paternal grandfather's sister). But, while they may be somewhat familiar with my dad, they probably have no clue who I am.

That worthless info having been passed on to you, I would like to take this moment to endorse the Leachster's blog at http://ds616.vox.com. I like. Maybe you like??

Tonight Leach and I each gave a dollar towards the fight against muscular dystrophy, and in return we got to put our names on shamrocks to be hung up in our favorite pub. Only, instead of writing his name...well, it's on his blog, I won't spoil it.

My piracy was questioned today. I won't stand for it. I am a pirate. I drink rum, I love mayhem, and I debauch Rich on a regular basis. Is that not enough for you?? 'Cause it is for me.

Idiots.

Leach has already said something, but I had to as well.

Do you believe Barack Obama is Muslim??

Do you believe he was sworn into Congress on the Koran??

Do you believe he refuses to say the Pledge of Allegiance??

Then extend your arm out in front of you, palm up, and bring it up quickly towards you forehead. Did that hurt?? Good. You deserve it, you ignorant shit. =)

http://www.snopes.com/politics/obama/muslim.asp
http://www.snopes.com/politics/obama/muslim.asp#quran

May you all burn in a hell fire fueled by your stupidity.

Irrelevant degrees of seperation.

It turns out that Brad Pitt is a twice-removed ninth cousin of presidential hopeful Barack Obama. And, apparently, Angelina Jolie is a just as distantly related to Hillary Clinton.

And we care...why??

Hillary Clinton is also related to two icons of pop royalty, a rock star, and an adulterer: Madonna, Celine Dion, Alannis Morissette, and Camilla Parker-Bowles (burn!!). Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. Moving on...

I love how my leadership didn't give a fuck about me the six months I was off with the honor guard, but the moment I slip up, they're all staring at me with fucking magnifying glasses. Fine, give me a letter of counselling, think I give a shit?? I've had worse, and I'm just gonna sweep this out the front door and move on. I'm a damn good airman, and your BS means nothing to me. I've been the best airman I can be for the past four and a half years, but that has meant nothing to all but a handful of people; all you've seen and cared about are the few mistakes I make here and there. I'm only human, but what do you care??

And I've finally stopped caring what these bastards think. I really have. I'm not changing, my work ethic isn't changing. But I no longer care how they see me. I've lost respect for them, I no longer trust them.

Allergies suck donkey balls. Yuck.

Welcome to my make-believe.

I like to pretend. I like to pretend that I am a rock star. I like to pretend that I can play the guitar/bass/drums. I like to pretend that I can shred/jam.

I like to pretend. And thus, I like the Guitar Hero franchise and the new Rock Band.

Scratch that. I lurb all of the above. And now...I can pretend while I'm on the go.

The following is a text convo between yours truly and my favorite Chariot Master:

Guitar Hero is coming out for DS

Your shitting me.

This summer. Link on request with video. Looks interesting

E-mail it to me.

On its way

Behold. I give you...Guitar Hero for Nintendo DS.

Rock Band.

It is amazing.

However...if you're going to dive into the experience, buy it on Xbox 360. The game itself has 58 songs, and we went through them all in one night on PS2. Go here for the entire set list.

Blech.

BUT...if you have the game for 360, you can download three new songs each week. Yeah, you have to pay extra, but I think it's worth it when the same songs just don't cut it. On top of that, soon they'll be releasing whole albums you can download, starting with Who's Next by The Who, followed by Nevermind by Nirvana.

Pretty badass. Can't wait to buy it, the original set list just isn't cutting it.

New poetry.

Feedback would be welcome.

Click on Davi @ deviantArt on the side bar.

Will no one throw me a bone here?!

Once again, it looks like I'm being passed over in favor of someone else. Despite being qualified, I'm being shafted. Again.

Can I force shape now??

Spawning an urban legend.

(For the record, if we were to take that next step, it'd be nice if it were because it's what we really want, and not because it would be convenient/it wouldn't be any different.)

A conversation between diabolical siblings.

-begin-
I just saw your old roommate.

Hah. The one that never talks?

Yeah. Wearing a hoodie with the hood up and a back pack, walking. I think he was wearing the same running shoes.

Of course

Why isn't he an urban legend yet??

Oh, but he is. More like a mythical creature. We should make up some horrible story about him and see how long it takes to get back to him. He works at TACC.

We SHOULD. I see he still doesn't have a car. Does he still live in the [dorms], I wonder??

I could swear I've seen him at the moto mart on 161/greenmount

Hm. I [saw] him once in '07. He was on base. Walking.

And again, so it would seem.

So it would. :) We shall discuss at a later time.
-end-


Almighty Davi and her Chariot Master...spawning trashy gossip one unfounded rumor at a time.

The next step.

Well, in reality, it wouldn't be the next step. Because we've been there before, but then it was due to a lack of options at the time. And then we "stepped back" after a couple of months. Since then, however, I've kinda had one foot on each side of the line. Aside from all the baggage I bring and the fuzz balls I support, would it really be that big of a deal for me to plant both firmly on one side?? The side where he's waiting?? I guess not. And to be honest, I was thrilled when the offer was presented (in an oh-so-casual manner, as if giving me the option of going out or staying in for the night). I would love it more than anything. But there is all the baggage to consider (in the literal sense) and the damned fuzz balls that I will not compromise about.

Looks like he should do a bit more pondering, not me. Besides...I kinda want to put both feet back on my side of the line for a bit. I've never done this on my own. Never. The dorms DO NOT count. I want to try this out for a bit before taking that next step...again. And when I take that step, I want it to be something we do because we want to, not because of a lack of options.

However, I'm willing to forgo the whole I'm-a-big-girl-living-on-my-own phase...if he were to consider a bigger space. Just throwing it out there. =D

Mars vs Venus.

I suppose to truly understand why he was upset, I'd have to be a man. And for him to understand why I was upset, he'd have to be a woman. In which case, it really wasn't necessary to drag it out like that, 'cause though we were each at fault in our own way, we're both too stubborn to admit it. So there was no winning. Just more losing the longer it went on. *sigh*

And for the record, in mythology, Aphrodite (Venus) was married to Hephaestus, not Ares (Mars). Ares was an extramarital lover. Aphrodite was a vain bitch, Hephaestus was a weak-kneed pushover, and Ares was an arrogant coward.

Consider this before buying those fabulous Manolo Blahniks.

Received the following from a co-worker:

Here’s an interesting article on how good for you wearing shoes actually is and how de-evolving they have actually been on us.
http://anthropik.com/2007/06/learning-to-walk/

Read it, it is fascinating.

And do watch your step.

Spanish word of the day is "harto": fed up, tired.

Written earlier this evening (they blocked the site at work)...

I am tired. So very, very tired.

My job is highly unsatisfying. I’m ready for something new. I want to move on. The staleness of this monotony is leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I hate working nights, it’s exhausting. I stay up all night and get a only a few hours of sleep during the day because my body won’t adjust. And I can’t absorb all the changes they’ve made in my section. I’ve spent too much time away, and they expect me to just pick up like I’ve been here the whole time?? And I am so tired of working with people who cannot (or, dare I say, WILL NOT) do the job right.

I love the fact that when they need to move someone to a new section, they think of everyone else, but the moment they need a body to volunteer for something I am the first person they think of. “Honor Guard?? Let’s send Airman Davi, she’s already done it once!!” I love that I went to honor guard to escape the help desk, and as soon as I get off six months later they put me on the help desk. On night shift.

I am so tired of being ignored and under appreciated. I’m tired of being bored at work. I’m tired, tired, tired.

There’s been too much noise in my head lately. Songs get stuck for days on end. When I lay awake at night, there is a constant buzzing in my head. My mind is too active. (May I take this moment to note that there are some first-class grade A morons in my section?? Unbelievable…) All this activity leaves me with minor but lingering headaches.

And the monotony is spilling over into my personal and social life. I feel like putting a gun to my head just for a change of pace. Ugh, the same routines over and over. The same music, the same movies, the same food.

And this WEATHER. From seventy degrees on Sunday to a snow and ice storm late Monday/all day Tuesday. I am so SICK of weather. I’m pretty sure it’s the weather that has me in such a suicidal and stale funk. I hate cold weather. On Sunday I wore board shorts and a tank top as I drove around with the windows rolled down blaring My Chemical Romance, singing at the top of my lungs. I was in such a great mood. I went shopping with a friend and spent too much money, and then went to the boyfriend’s to model my new bikinis for him. I didn’t do much on Sunday, but it was a great day. It’s been a WHILE since I had a great day. Great moments and great outings I’ve had here and there, but not an entirely great day. Probably won’t have another one of those until spring finally comes. And may it come soon. I mean, really, do you ever see people trying to kill themselves in the middle of summer?? No. They wait till the dark of winter when the cold is more than skin deep and seeps into your soul. Yes, this is what winter does to me. I hate it. I suppose it’d be more fun if I had a snowsuit and someone to toss around snowballs with, but until that happens, bring me sunshine and color and heat. PLEASE.

I forgot my hat at home. Damn.

Rich took me to see Jumper the other night to cheer me up. A good movie if you like having nothing explained to you. In which case you’ll most definitely enjoy Cloverfield, which had great action and suspense but no background story. Srsly, these writers are getting lazy. And predictable. I can see an ending coming from a mile away. These days a movie is good if it gives me an unexpected ending. Like 3:10 to Yuma. Which was good even without that surprise at the end, but that made it better. They’re cranking out fewer and fewer AMAZING movies these days. On my short list of recent AMAZING movies you’ll find The Departed and 300. And not much else. The only other movies I’ve really enjoyed in the past year or so are Superbad, Juno, Beowulf… I had to wrack my brain just to come up with those. *sigh* The current state of the motion picture industry is deplorable, I must say.

One small unobtrusive piece of jewelry to rule them all.

Or something to that effect.

Currently re-reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time since I was seventeen. I forgot how tedious it can be. But it's still highly enjoyable and worth the dull moments. Thus far the most tedious scene involves the jolly character of Tom Bombadill. Not a favorite charactor. I was disappointed when he was left out of the movie, because I was curious to see how he would be portrayed, but it's no loss in my mind. I can't see that he really helped the plot at all.

One of my favorite things about the book is the poetry sprinkled throughout the pages. Some of it is long and drawn and a lot of fluff, but some of it is pretty damn awesome.

Mildly irritated at the moment. I am WAY behind on the Terminator and series, and what does Crabtree put on as soon as he walks in?? Yeah. And then he's sitting there spoiling it for me. Thanks, buddeh.

Anywho, just thought I'd write about something other than my lame life. At the moment I am on Chapter III of Book Two of the Fellowship of the Ring. The company has not yet left Rivendell.

A theme fulfilled...or is it??

Hm.

My theme for the year 2007: New year, new me. Innocently, I kicked off this theme on the 2nd of January with the dramatic hacking off of my long hair. Two weeks later, I deployed.

My life hasn't really been the same since.

Welcome to 2008. I am terrified of coming up with another theme. Who knows where that will leave me?? As it is, I am divorced, renting from the ex, and living with a whiny roommate.

From the beginning...I returned from that fateful deployment with an empty feeling inside me. Oh, I had a blast out there, don't get me wrong. But it drained me. It was a mellow Davi who returned to Illinois, one who was quiet and...indifferent, I suppose. And a little bitter. Nothing was the same. The element I had worked in no longer existed. My co-workers had moved to different shops. My new supervisor was a stranger. I had nowhere to sit.

My R&R was lame, for lack of a better adjective. I was pretty much just sitting around waiting to go back to work. I saw my friends, and couldn't connect with them. I didn't know how to respond to inquiries concerning my deployment and my well-being. "Uh, I'm fine. It was an alright deployment, I guess." Ugh, spare me.

Back at work, I felt useless, worthless. All I did all day was close work orders. After two months of this nonsense, I realized how little my place was valued in this newly-merged squadron when I was given the choice of going to the Honor Guard full time for six months or going to the help desk.

I chose the Honor Guard. I was not going back to the help desk.

And then there was my marriage. I still loved my husband, but I was no longer the girl he'd married. I no longer wanted the same things. And I chose to end it while the feelings were still warm between us. As a result, we're still friends, and the transition from married to divorce was unbelievably smooth. I now rent the house from him for the time-being, and pretty soon I'll be moving out and getting my own place, living alone for the first time in my life. I'm really excited about it.

Then there is my love life. Let me say first that while I am very flirtatious and social, I am not one for the whole dating scene: going out, meeting different guys, collecting phone numbers, etc. At the same time, while I love the security of a monogamous and serious relationship, I am not at this time in any rush to hunt down husband number two. That being said, allow me to introduce Rich.

A fellow honor guard member, it did not take me long to fall, and fall hard, for this sexy and outgoing self-proclaimed metal head. He more or less stole my heart the first time he kissed me. I love everything about him. His laugh, his smile, that fascinating streak in his right eye. I love watching him play guitar, and I love the way he makes my heart race with the simplest gestures. He's so goofy and so sweet...and I think I'm done sounding like a lovesick teenager. I apologize for any nausea I may have induced.

I will say, though, that since I've been with Rich, a change has come over me. I no longer hold onto my anger the way I used to. I am more calm, more rational. I have less of a tendency to take any of my stress out on him the way I did with Eric. I never really even yell at him. And I try not to sweat the small stuff anymore. I am happy, happier than I've ever been in my life. I am emotionally stable, and it feels good. Sanity feels good.

Perhaps that will be my theme for 2008. Or, even better, the rest of my life. One can hope.