My Giant Ego

Well, I’m glad to see that my buddy Law is taking the step into the blogger world. He can be found here: http://my.opera.com/noisewar.

Let’s see…. I guess I just want to note for the record that I’m feeling fine. Last Friday I collapsed in the Gym because apparently I’m a weak motherfucker. We did suicides, and apparently I did some extremely bad combination of sprinting cold and sitting down right afterwards, combined with not enough water that morning. That sucked… well it was more embarassing, but it’s times like that when I feel lucky to be where I am. My co-worker caught me, 2 of my co-workers, my supervisor watched over me right as I fell down, and having CPR training the first thing that someone did was “YOU! Call 911!”

Before I knew it, my commander was there along with one of the flight captains, staff from the Gym… then the fire dept, and then the paramedics….

Boy. I love the Air Force. I loved it since the day my TI back at Lackland told me to pick up my bags/put them down/pick them up/put them down.

I also love my girl. We’ve been talking for 3 months now over the phone, and I guess she really is my girlfriend now, even though she’s thousands of miles away. My heart is more stable now, though, and the passion is ebbing away, making way for the truth that remains. There are lots of decent looking girls around here, some I wouldn’t mind being with. But when I think about them, I find myself comparing them to my girl, let’s just call her “kulet”. And kulet always wins, because I think about the girl that’s always thinking of me, that tells me she misses me, and goes home grumpy when she goes to check her IMs at a cafe and finds nothing from me because I have a particularly busy week. Don’t get me wrong, we hardly ever talk due to the time-difference and our busy schedules… I’m busy with my work and CDCs and volunteer stuff, and she has her work which takes up alot of her time. We end up talking *maybe* once a week. That call once a week seems to be working for us, though.

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Sorry. I was daydreaming. Anyway, I gotta go now because I still have to mop up the bathroom and clean the toilet.

More life to come later!

-TJ