night and day
"i think your wonderful, beautiful, smart, and funny as hell.."
-excerpt from an e-mail dave sent me. how different from anything crush would or has ever said.

where there's smoke...
i want to not smoke. i say that instead of "i want to stop smoking" because the latter sounds cliche. i want to not smoke for several reasons, the most important being that it ruins ones sex drive, and i like sex. something about constricted blood vessels, lack of oxygen, medical jargon, etc. a close second is the hair loss factor. i'm not sure if it's true, but i'm not taking any chances with that one. it's hard to not do it though. stress, alcohol, stress, coffee, stress all make me want to light up.
i woke up this morning and felt like crying. solution: have a ciggy! now i feel better. i know i'm crazy, but a girls gotta have a vice, right?
have i mentioned that while i was in chicago i got this fabulous blush? its called "style" and it fucking rocks! it's everything i could ask for in a blush- i highly reccomend it. luv, luv.

sevent to go
seven days 'till land, and i can't wait. i've watched more espn in the last week than i have in my life. i've actually started to like basketball. nothing much ever happens on the ship- only drama. it's like every emotion is concentrated to the boiling point. after a week, ugly guys start looking good, your best friend is your enemy, and garbage tastes good. it's amazing..
once off the boat, dave, bass and i are going to party it up in SD. The next day, we're going to head back, only stopping to have lunch with bass' brother in the oc. saturday we're having a "stip and go naked" party. thanks nikki for the recipe. it's sure to be a good time.

bpo
as the berthing petty officer (bpo), i am responsible for about eleven females, the cleanliness of the berthing, and the overall atmosphere of the berthing. well, in the last week we've had two incidences that put my leadership skills to a test.
the first incident involed a close aquaintence who is recently engaged to be married. she brought it to my attention that she was bringing said fiance into the berthing at night to sleep with her. obviously, this is against every rule in the navy. not only was i uncomfortable with her stupid boyfriend in there (right above me nontheless), but imagine someone else seeing him and freaking out!! The command found out about it, and yelled at her, very lucky for her since most people wouold have gone to mast, but she had the nerve to get mad at me! not only did i get in trouble for not "knowing" about it, but now i have her bitchy ass to contend with. i should have fucking told the co of the ship.
the second incident happened last night, when i got a phone call from above mentioned bitch, complaining about one of the other girls's rack. this girl has always had hygiene problems,and i guess the smell wafting through the berthing had the girls in a tizzy. i asked pn3 if she had clean clothes and whatnot, and she admitted that she had been wearing the same skivvys over and over. that's just sad. i made here change her sheets, put all of her clothes in the laundry, buy new skivvys, and she's to take two showers a day. sad, sad.

scrapbook
is it me, or have scrapbooks become the new tivo? it seems that suddenly the word is on the tip of every domestic tongue, not to mentioin the shops (entire shops!) devoted to these things. are there that many people out there making scrapbooks as to necessitate multiple places in which to purchase materials, and who would these people be? love sick high school girls who just got back from some camp (summer, fat, band), housewives who have nothing better to do? what gives?
it's getting to be tax season again, and i'm always interested in what people spend their returns on because i think it speaks volumes about the person. i'm torn between buying furniture and taking a trip. if i buy the furniture, it would satisfy the domestic side of me and make me feel more stable, but the trip would satisfy my adventurous side and make me feel more alive. decisions, decisions. let me know what y'all are spending yours on.

day one
first full day on the ship, and i have to admit that i've had a blast. i woke up still drunk and busted my ass all day to get our computers online. i've been shooting the shit with all the ships' company peeps in between running around. i even got a relatively long shower this morning! i went out with two dudes last night and had a rocking time. we- or i- was plastered. it was great.
day one: good.

j'adore 2004
my new years eve was spent at a hotel party which was attended by thousands of the most beautiful people in the 24-30 year old bracket. hot guys in suits were like milling about in packs, drinks were free and doubles were the norm. afterr the party, we spent forever outside trying to get a cab to this place called "leg room" whose name was decieving to say the least. once inside "leg room", it was like being in a tin of sardines, nuts to butt all the way, which wouldn't have been so bad if the nuts to my butt were attatched to a hotty. "leg room", we went to the apartment of two of the gentlemen we met at the bar an drank crown and diet dr. pepper. nikki sucked face with one of the dudes while i fell asleep standing up in the hallway. once nikki came out, we went to this all night diner where we met a gang of greeks who were all named george or demitri. they invited us to sit at their table and we all chatted and cracked jokes. the night ended at 0630 as nikki and i made the short walk back to her apartment, content as could be.
new year resolution:
1. be sexier