alright, so my posts have been a tad on the bitter side, but whose counting? i hate whiners as much as the next guy, especially if the next guy is doing the whining. it's fine for me to do it, but not anybody else.
contrary to plan, i did no diving in guam. it just became too difficult to try and figure out where to go, and what time i needed to be there, or what to bring. a fucking hassle.
so, what did i do in guam? i stayed out of the sun and saved my future self from cancer. i watched sex and the city over and over and over. it's the fucking visual equivalent to a fashion magazine, with all of their fucking great clothes, and cute boyfriends and park avenue apartments. women should not be allowed to have sex and the city marathons. it lowers the self esteem, distorts self views, blah blah...and a lot of other psycho babble. i "bonded" with the girls in berthing. i ate a lot of junk food and saved my future self from a healthy cholesterol count. i caught up on my precious sleep (i averaged 14 hours a day), a hobby i have severely neglected since joining the navy. and that's about it. i did go out one night in hopes of catching the eye of some handsome pilots, but i was more or less ignored by all the good looking guys, and relentlessly hit on by old men and lesbians. i even had on a very risque tank top with spaghetti straps that revealed a lot, but not too much according to the girls i was with when i bought it. ahh me. those handsome guys just don't know what theyre missing (wink).
so i guess that's caught up. oh, believe me there was a lot more that happened behind the scenes, but a lady never tells all. or so i hear.