Got Down With The Lazy

[Parody=song]Down With the Sickness[/Parody]

So winter break at my college equals four, count it again, four, or a month's work of no classes.

Great right?

Only if you're....NOT THAT INTO CLASSES.

The first week was alright. I had some stuff to do, little things I missed during classes, blah blah blah.

MMA night was cancelled. I didn't have CAP the next night either since it was christmas. So by Sunday, I was ready to drop some cars and kick some faces off. Going stiiiir crazy.

Coming into the next week, with about half my plans falling through to new years, ditto with the gym getting cancelled and no CAP, I relaxed and decided to start working on stuff.

STUFF.

I was doing better, till the new year. I sat around, doing nothing. It was alright, eventually I did my nails and made a mess of them. Aha.

But earlier, I was thinking about my classes and stuff, along with going back to MMA today.

I thought about how this next summer I'd be working instead of taking classes.

Then I thought, "Why shouldn't I just take a break from MMA classes?"

I mean it's a break after all. I've trimmed down a couple pounds and look really nice now, body wise.

Sure I'm not learning anything but not gaining any, and not doing stupid things.

Yes. An even stasis has been found.

I also remembered I have two more weeks of break left.

Oh cool.

But

Why am I thinking of cutting out everything I love to do that keeps me learning and in shape and stuff?

Well the conclusion I came to is that I am finding things to do when I'm free. Since that's all the time it's been easier and easier to stay relatively happy.

Then I thought about it. Well, what if it's just being busy with whatever? Or having time to do as I please?

Now the ringer: WHAT IF THIS IS JUST PART OF MY PERSONALITY? :O

Naturally, I'm sure that there are other people around the world that get into something.

And then there are people that get into something.

Like rock climbing. Search and rescue. Joining the military. Fixing nails. Happy trails.

Normally, people just have a passing passion for things. They love it one week and oh well, next week they forget about it. They spend twenty bucks to get what they want out of it then poof they're done.

Then there are the other kinda people that go online or out to a big store and buy almost everything they need to do everything in their interest. Like, everything.

A good example is that is my pedicure and nails interest.

I got all the basics, scrub brush, some simple nail polish and a basic toe buffer right?

By the next couple of weeks, I had some high class, fancy ass nail nippers, about three extra pairs of nail clippers, some more polish and a lil foot bath thingy.

Just this week, more like yesterday, I also picked up some awesome nail design polishes, a brush/dotting tool combo, a diamond file, a pumi stone, some more polish and scrub pads, some like, mini nail polish samples...Y'know, more stuff.

I'll probably extend my design colors into most of the colors, at least more of the basics, then get all the colors of polish pens they have.

I'm doing it again.

Now next time I hear about someone getting to the point where they do absolutely nothing of value or substance, I'm gonna think "Are they really worthless....

Or did they invest everything in being lazy?"

Haha.

It could happen.

More Important: Country or the Taste on Your Lips?

So today, I was put into an interesting perrdicament.

Someone offered me a filtered cigar today. One of those ones with flavored filters.

So, they told me to put it to my lips then lick my lips to get the flavor right?

I then took it from them, rolled it in my fingers, sniffed at the tea smelling tobacco, the thin sheet holding it all in, and didn't really smell that much watermelon on the filter.

I handed it back to them and told them I didn't want to ruin it.

So recently turning old enough to buy cigs, I wonder just how much pressure is put on people nowadays.

Now I have been pressured to actually smoke by my dick of a big brother before. Who doesn't?

I'm sure my lil bro has probably had that happen to him and my lil sis probably will at some point too. My other mother smokes so that's that, though she's trying to quit.

I have actually been contemplating buying and picking up smoking. BUT THEN I forget about the consequences. Thought I shoot it down with logical thought, such as on a students budget, which is tight enough already, how would I afford nice boots and cigs? Plus I could never really see myself actually smoking.

Plus it'd totally kill my mile time or whatever I have to run with the new military PFT coming out sometime. But in reality, it'd probably kill my lung capacity, which seem to be quite large, and probably kill me from my blood pressure. Hence the country part in the title.

But back on point.

What exactly makes something so appealing? Obviously, peer pressure. "Everyone is doing it, so I probably should too."

Then so many people do end up doing it. It just seems weird to me how people continue to do it, even though they want to stop. Nicotine is interesting like that.

Then what astounds me is how people get more of the stuff.

Just because someone else is doesn't mean you should.

Unless it's totally awesome. Like not drinking soda. Ironically that also happened today, I was asked if I wanted a soda, then if I even drank soda. I said no, I don't, and a couple of people were impressed. Too bad I washed down that Triple Baconator with a Frosty Float.

But anyways, it's so interesting how the most innocent people seem to want to get you into something they're into. Possibly human nature. Maybe it's just how we've been put together up until now.

But psychologically....

...I have nothing. D:

I mean, I was thinking about how I pissed off a couple of online friends who are more like distant family than anything else, and I felt how little I was upset.

But then I started thinking why, and I've figured that it's because of how I grew up.

I was one of those kids that grew up with food, water, soda, candy, y'know, what most every kid gets at that age.

Though, I never had my own room, I've only had one bike that was brand new, only my pants weren't hand me downs, along with some shirts, I was always in the house, never at parties or other people's houses.

I never had my own bed until now.

Now this might seem bad at all, at least in my mind, but one thing that sticks out to me was just how much of a loner I was. I had one or two friends throughout middle school, like, I dunno, maybe a couple of buddies, people I'd bug.

For some reason though, I've rationalized it to that I didn't really have anything.

Like at all.

Shit, I'm barely cleaning out a room for myself this semester.

And I'm sleeping on a military spec plus cot.

Perhaps that type of mind set is gonna prepare me a lot better for stuff in the military like SERE courses and Ranger School.

Live off nothing and destroy everything.

I could get used to that. Ha.

Dun Got Me Some Proof

‎"He had tried a counselor. Once. He left because the man had no combat experience and Dany doubted he'd understand."

http://www.fayobserver.com/articles/2010/09/29/1030933?sac=Home

It's both fortunate and unfortunate I was right about becoming a psychologist/therapist/psycotherapist/whatever for the Army.

That the soldiers that would go in for help would discard it anyway, because the therapist had no reference point whatsoever; A bad day for the therapist may have been nearly missing the morning bus, or spilling coffee on their best shirt.

For a soldier, it could mean much and far more problems. Loosing a best friend forever, loosing limbs, being mentally scarred by the mires of combat.

And since therapists wouldn't have a reference point or common ground/core of knowledge, the connection to make to the soldiers undergoing treatment would be even harder to make, and possibly even prevent recovery from PTSD/PTS/all that stress shit.

I wouldn't trust a guy that has 8 years of hoity toity college behind him, along with all these studies on civilians to talk to me about combat.

I'd want some rough, beaten and worn down old soldier that's better qualified to lead and follow than a general, that once I walk in, I know I can just open up and let it flow out of me like puking up all the shit that was stewing in my gut for the last four days.

So, combat arms...

Here I come.

What is a real man?

What is a real man? I'm not too sure.

Is it....

Or something more like

(I actually shat bricks when I saw that, because I have personally met and shaken hands with Mr. Miyamura.)

Or..or.... *sniffle*

Because apparently, society, or media really, has downplayed things like courage in men nowadays.

Men used to be soldiers, or dirty, gritty men that provide, fight and die for what's right.

Now men are pretty, thin, money making sports car driving sweeties that will fight only if provoked.

Or some shit like that.

I wonder if it's really what men want to be. Perhaps it's what men think women want to be. Or women are just making men be their pseudo slaves.

Perhaps I'm just old school, and think a guy should be able to be professional, make money, kick ass and back up his words with fists of death all at the same time.

Freaking hippies.

Punch me a hippie

The (Lack of The) Pledge of Allegiance

So, as all Americans know, and probably most of the world, 9/11 was just a short 9 years ago this last September Eleventh.

So, on this day, I had a meeting for Civil Air Patrol, of course.

Since I wasn't in charge, we were ordered to face the flag, salute and recite the Pledge of Allegiance.

As we stood there, for about three minutes due to the flight sergeant's inability to make things up on the spot, I tried to recall the first words of the simple pledge to my beloved country.

I slowly caught the words a few times, "I pledge..." and it turned into the cadet oath, with "To serve faithfully in the Civil Air Patrol Cadet Program.." following. I tried again. "I pledge to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the republic [about this moment, an clip of an older man popped into my head about which words had been changed and I tried to remember what was added] for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all."

Awesome. I was in the zone, and I was proud.

Then we got the order to recite The Pledge Of Allegiance.

Every

Single

One of us

Sputtered.

We jumbled over words, rushed though a little of the oath, and other things, before I finally came back to Earth, and started out with a strong "I pledge allegiance to the Flag, of The United States of America..." and the other cadets followed in a slightly loud, but still muted voice.

After that little show of...Well, nothing, I realized how much America has changed. And now I realize how much it has changed since 9/11.

I went to a private catholic school. No, I'm not catholic anymore. But, as I recall, we used to say The Pledge Of Allegiance every day of class, first thing in the morning. Class would stand, face towards the flag, put our tiny little hands over our tiny little hearts, and with our tiny little voices, recite The Pledge Of Allegiance.

When I got into, I dunno, say 5th or sixth grade, this slowly dropped off and was only done by one of the regular substitute teachers. After 9/11, it stopped all together.

Maybe they were afraid some extremist Muslim or something would decide to bomb the school and destroy the Jesus and Mary statues.

Or something else.

When I got into 10th grade, there was a flag in most classrooms. But, we never said The Pledge Of Allegiance.

I'm not sure where this came from, but there is apparently a trend that non-patriotism is a good thing. I've met more anti-Americans than I have Jewish, Pagan, Wiccan, Baptist, and other less popular religions. Which turns out to be a lot.

Then, I hear about these here groups, like the westburo baptist church, who would literally dance and spit on soldier's graves.

But luckily we have laws that keep them about 100 foot away whenever they protest a burial.

Well...That's a start anyway.

Could this entire anti-America, anti-military hippie shit-like shit, be related to kids just not being taught about America's rich history, and being kept in practice with traditions and ceremonies?

Possibly.

Will this be the down fall of America?

Not while people like me are around.

Preparing for the Bataan Death March

First of all. http://www.bataanmarch.com/

Next,

The Bataan Death march was an infamous prisoner movement that the Japanese forced on captured Filipino and American forces, of which a large number were of the New Mexico National Guard, the 200th Coast Artillery.

Why New Mexico had a coast artillery unit, I will never know.

These captured soldiers were marched nearly nearly 60 miles to a prisoner of war camp.

Most of the time, this wouldn't be a problem.

But the Japanese are also known for their extreme brutality. Most soldiers had less than any food at all, and walked for days on only a small sip of water.

Many drank out of dirty infected puddles, and later got sick with malaria, diarrhea, among other tropic diseases.

Many suffered at the hands, bayonets and clubs of the Japanese. Of the original 75,000 POWs, only about 52,000 made it to the camp.

Because so many were pushed to extreme limits of impossible levels, a lot of active military and reservists decided to commemorate the sacrifices and hardships suffered by the soldiers.

One of the larger events is the New Mexico White Sands Missile Range Bataan Death March.

Why am I blogging about this?

A couple of my good buddies and I are gonna start training for this hard core event. We're gonna have to be in shape to carry 35 pounds (or like, 45 in my case), packs, for 26.2 miles across some sandy, hilly and partially mountainy terrain. Luckily it's on a trail and land navigation won't be required.

Much.

Also a bit of luck, we'll be training about 1,000 feet above the highest point on the course. So it's all good. IT'S ALL GOOD.

We just need to start training up, along with training together.

It will benifit me and the female member of our team by getting us in shape. At that point, we'll all be able to do a 26.2 mile hike within a reasonable amount of time. Maybe not Ranger standard, but a lot closer than most other people.

I'm gonna try and plan some of this out. I'm hoping to get at least 2 marathon walks in. Should be awesome.

But first things first, we have to get our gear squared away.

In my case, I'm gonna get some money for some boots.

I've decided on these, just because the video and some of the reviews on uscav.com

I mean, that's pretty convincing right?

Plus there's a couple of infantry reviews on the website, and that makes it stick out to me.

When I break these boots in, I can use them for the army when I enlist. Then I'll have something to keep comfortable in in airborne school and whatnot.

The nice thing about getting in shape for this marathon is I'll also be in shape for the military.

I'll be trimmed out enough to run, pass the physical fitness tests, have the mental endurance rut made so that way all the stuff I'll do will be easier than my SAR training. Lol.

I think it will be a great undertaking. Instead of just getting ready for something like "military training" we'll have a more solid objective. Then I can ramp it up just before I enlist, or continue to ramp it up until I'm allowed to enlist, cuz my mother wants me around for taxes. lol.

I really thing this is gonna be fun. I'm nervous about it a little, so it should kick ass.