A New Old Blog [PARENTAL ADVISORY]

[JohnnyRush]

Parts of this blog may not be acceptable reading for users under a certain age, I might guess 16, so read at your own discretion, but don't blame me if people who shouldn't read this. I'll censor it further if need be.

I started a blog a while ago here, but totally abandoned it due to the fact that I haven't been on here in what might be half a year, I have no clue.

I'm finishing my second full quarter here at the lovely University of California, Santa Barbara. Currently, I'm a sophomore due to some kicky sweet credits I got from years of AP bull and a six week summer session that knocked off ten more units, so I'm happier than a pig in s---.

Finals wasn't all that horrendous, but developing a weird stomach bug, coupled with general frustration of having to deal with this ooh scary frightening two hour long session of sitting in a chair and wracking my brain about stuff I didn't learn put me in the foulest mood this week.

Couple with that with my "OMG why can't I get a girlzz" attitude at times, and that's a volatile mixture.

I broke off one of my hookups, I was pissed when I found out she was talking about it to people. Now, under a lot of circumstances, I wouldn't have cared, but let me put my case down.

She's a few years younger than me. I don't know any of her friends, and I'd be very surprised if any of her friends really knew who I was by name. So today I'm myspacing around, and a girl says "oh, I found out who your first was" (yeah, this girl was my first sexing, but far from my first hookup).

This girl has no reason to be telling her friends that she had sex with me other than to let her friends know that she has had sex. And my name happens to get thrown in there too, since you know, its kinda relevant.

The only reason I'm acting like this is because I'm really not looking for my name to end up connected to her, because she's not the proudest hookup I've had in my illustrious career.

She'll probably start cutting herself (again) so it might be a good idea I get the hell outta Dodge. Past that, I'm fine, Spring Break is coming up for me, so I'm looking forward to those glorious days where I get to sit back, enjoy the company of my nearest and dearest...and work for my dad, earning under 40 bucks a day for menial labor. Its not the high cost of living, its the cost of living high, kids.

Listened to while writing: "Denial, Revisited" by The Offspring, "Get Over It" by OK GO, "Last Ride In" by Green Day, "Kick Some @$$" by Stroke 9

[JohnnyRush]

Spring break week. Woohoo. I worked Monday to Wednesday, totaling just 12.5 hours, due to a vending order the company didn't get that reduced a potential six hour day to just 3 hours twice. Not bad though, I'll get eighty bucks for pissing around the warehouse talking to the other stockboys.

Today: missed a wonderful opportunity to receive naughty stuff from a girl because her father's friend who lives at the house took the day off, so my session of naughtiness that was supposed to go from 9-10 never happened. Crap.

From 10 to the point where I'm writing this, I've been hanging out with my boy Sean, drove down to Laguna to check out the site of my brother's wedding.

Now, if you haven't heard of it, the Montage is a resort on PCH (Pacific Coast Highway for those of you who haven't had the opportunity to come down to this lovely part of the country) that's incredible. Simply incredible. I don't want to know how many millions of dollars went into this hotel because my head would explode. I took a cursory glance at the ballroom in which they'll probably tie the knot...and I'm realizing this thing is gonna be huuuuuuge.

Thankfully, I'll be in fantastic shape due to the fact that I'll have just spent a month at Fort Knox in Kentucky (if you want to know why, leave a comment), and they'll bust my flabby ass into shape. Hopefully, I'll be weighing in at a trim 175, a weight I haven't been naturally since five years ago, and I'll be buffed up to impress the bridesmaids, a bunch of Colorado University sorority girls.

Watching while writing this: Jeff Dunham: Arguing With Myself

[JohnnyRush]

Woo! I almost got threatened with statutory rape!

That's all I'll say about that.

[JohnnyRush]

First day back at the lovely University of California Santa Barbara. Missed a physical training course because I had no clue where it was supposed to be.

Made it to my second class, the teacher already sounds like a prick. "I have this thing where I like to be the one talking during class" OH HURR HURR HURR YOUR SO HILARIOUS.

Have one more class today, an intro to Law and Society. Not that great that in the last quarter of my first academic year (and actually the second quarter of my sophomore year, again, ask if you please, you won't anyways). Still taking intro classes, still Undeclared.

[JohnnyRush]

I'll post another large blog in a bit, because I do have another story about a girl, which is very much so ongoing, but I was wondering:

I know there's a bunch of views on this blog, but being the egotistical person I am, that only cares about myself, I'm still wondering:

Have you actually read my entire blog? Or at least, have you made an attempt? I know the Parental Advisory will nab a bit of interest, and yeah, I'm not exactly living up to it, but I still want to know if you, the reader, is interested in this.

So leave a comment, if you will, telling me that you're really reading this or if I should piss off.

[JohnnyRush]

So I'm a dick and I feel like continuing this piece of trash. Suffer, you weaklings, suffer through my ramblings (that you stop reading three lines in).

I now have a new roommate. I had gone for like two and a half months alone in the room, which was still technically a double, because my previous douchebag roommate had disappeared (kicked out, found the paper today) so someone in the building who had been unhappy in his previous room put in for a transfer.

So now I have a new roommate. Dude seems fine, got no problem with it, but I called my house to give the update, and my mom told me that if we had known this would've happened, she would've paid for a single for me. So, its like, I could've enjoyed the rest of the two months with just myself and another guy sharing an apartment made for four people.

Oh if I was only so lucky.

[JohnnyRush]

Rep sucks. I'm bored by it. You jackasses either don't sign it or don't leave a comment for it, what's the fun of that?

[JohnnyRush]

Spring FTX Part I


So I'm considering joining ROTC here at the lovely University of California Santa Barbara. At the end of the first week in April, the recruiting officer asked me if I wanted to do the Spring FTX (Field Training Exercise, though I might be making that up). This is the saga of the last week, culminating in today, April 15th, when I finally dumped my duffel in my room and went to get some glorious In-N-Out.

These are fairly long blogs, but when you find yourself up and about for 18-19 hours each day, you really can get a lot of things in there.

All right, to be honest, I don't remember all that much leading up to Thursday, April 12th. I got my duffel, which smelled godawful, and let it air out a few days, reducing the stench to a mere whiff that could still make you recoil slightly. Upon loading:

two pairs of boots, two pair socks, two brown shirts, two sets of BDUs, a towel (this part goes on for a while), two pair white socks, running shoes, PT uniform, two undergarments, toiletries, soft cover (hat), and sunscreen

I checked out my rucksack (read: hugeass backpack) containing even more items, and hopped in a P.O.S. Astro Van with five other guys and headed out. And if you're about to say to yourself, "hm, five guys doesn't seem like a lot, that van must've been SPACIOUS!" you'd be so god damn wrong its not funny. If you ever see a fully loaded rucksack and an A bag (the duffel) together, you'd realize how big that is. Three guys in the middle seat, one in the back and two in the front. You could not place one more person in that van.

Thursday was not a bad day at Camp San Luis Obispo. The Cal Poly kids, who were hosting the FTX (UCSB and Cal Poly switch off each year) were already all gussied up in their BDUs (Battle Dress Uniforms), which we didn't have time for, as they were dressed as good soldiers, we hung out in civilians. Marching seemed funny to me that day, because I'd never done it, and I'd never really seen singing cadets while marching...and now I am one. That whole novelty at what we were doing thing did reoccur, but for the most part, was non-existant after about midway through Friday. We didn't do much else that day, only practicing with a magazine-less M16 on position. We were tested on how steady we kept the weapon...best line from someone trying to screw up his friend: "THIS IS NOT ABOUT SEX, THIS IS ABOUT TRUST!!" For the record, I had a perfect record on keeping a dime, then a quarter on the barrel and simulating shooting.

Friday was cool to start out with. Hot chow in the morning for breakfast, and it was probably the best mass-produced breakfast I've ever eaten. Even the OJ tasted real, not like orange concentrate and water. We proceeded over to the firing range, where I got two firsts of my life: first time shooting a M16, first time eating a MRE. Shooting was cool once you got over how uncomfortable it is when you start. I ended up firing off more than 200 rounds that day...they just kept giving us magazines, we just kept firing. The MRE wasn't bad, I actually ended up with one of the better items by consensus, Chili with Macaroni, and it wasn't that bad.

The rest of the day, I found, got worse. So after spending a few hours at the range, it still was about freaking 3 pm. You find that if you wake up at 5:30 each day and go to sleep at 12 the night before, you can cram in a whole hell of a lot into the day. Land navigation and night land navigation were the two worst parts about the weekend. The day land nav sucked because I had no clue what I was doing, and neither did the guy I was with. The guy I was with also was a lazy **** and wouldn't walk faster than two miles an hour, and that was if we took a five minute break. Night land nav blew because we were rushing through the wilderness, knowing where we were going slightly better (we had an experienced senior with us).

Needless to say, I was tired, my feet were half dead from the boots I was wearing, and I got to enjoy firewatch that night. Not the most entertaining thing in the world, but then again, it is still the US Army.


Spring FTX Part II


Now I continue. Saturday was cool. From 1-2 I had firewatch downstairs in the barracks building, which pretty much means me and another FTX cadet and 2 Officer Training Corps soldiers sat around, falling asleep for an hour until our shift was over and we could get that nice three hours of sleep until 5:30.

I'm just gonna say it right now, hoping I don't sound like a tool: the Saturday of FTX was a blast. I was freaking tired during a lot of it, because with wakeup and firewatch I got only around 4 hours of sleep, but it was awesome. The best was recon (which everyone else hates because we can't fire our blanks) where I was sneaking around, belly crawling through dried cow **** and freaking out because the enemy had seen us, and was sitting on our position with binoculars. Getting the M16s with blanks was a blast, we set up security, ensuring no hypothetical foe could approach us from any angle.

I was a casualty on the last two lanes of situational combat; in the fifth I took a sniper's bullet in the chest (later moved to arm so I could still be ambulatory) and on the sixth I was stabbed in the belly by an Islamic extremist pretending to be dead when I went to tackle his ass.

The meal situation was terrible for morning and lunch. MREs to eat equals hell, because if you want to eat something in the morning, an MRE is just depressing. Dinner was awesome, the officers and MS 4s (senior cadets) prepared us a barbecue style dinner. Then after that was the depressing part.

Cleaning an M16 is not easy. I must've spent at least two hours sitting cross-legged working a stiff wire brush and a piece of cloth in the inner workings of that metal simpleton, removing all the carbon my shooting of blanks had left. It's probable that the MS 4 that checked my weapon let it pass without checking too hard because it was late and he was tired of it, also probable because I was completely new and I had had two of the best older cadets there help me out on cleaning and point out what needed work.

Sunday was simple enough. Didn't have to wear BDUs, just cleaned the barracks, had some hot chow for breakfast, mopped and such, and got the fudge outta there.

I'm probably forgetting stuff left and right, but then again, you've still read through both of these, so who's the real loser here?

[JohnnyRush]

So after that action packed whirlwind of a weekend, I post a week later a depressed man.

I cannot f'ing explain it, I seem to have forgotten how to talk to women the right way. Part idiocy, part thinking with the head NOT on my shoulders, part my previous beliefs on the subject of women, mostly that I'll need money to be able to date 'em (I still stand by that one a lot, and I won't argue it). So I'm stuck, in a school of twenty thousand, pissing and moaning about how I don't have a girlfriend.

And Christ Almighty, I'd like one.

[JohnnyRush]

All right, now I'm slightly less depressed, because I just hung out with my cute friend. Too bad she's happy with her boyfriend...

Played my first game of ultimate Frisbee today. I actually didn't really want to play, I was a bigger fan of soccer, but it turned out to be a lot of fun. You don't even need to be able to chuck it for distance, as long as you can do some 10-20 foot throws and play good D you'll be skittles.

Paper due on Tuesday. Really need to write about 1,000 words tonight because I sure as hell won't write anything during the weekend, that's Jason's time to relax. It's on a minority group pre-Spanish-American War or a female group in the military, any good ideas that have lots of recorded stuff and will surely be prolific in information?

I keep thinking that I'm getting back into the swing of things with women, but its really just me messaging a few girls on facebook and such, its like, I'd love to be able to hang out with these girls, but I don't know how to do it in a way that isn't creepy. And for christ's sake, I have a car! I can take them to in-n-out, no californian doesn't like in-n-out!

Psh. Women. Good for nuthin'.