So, I dropped off the face of the earth again and now I’m back. I’m still considering posting my email argument with The Ex. It would definitely be more fun posted here than at my other journal.
Anyhow, sorry for neglecting to update here, etc. It’s not like anyone reads this thing, so I doubt anyone missed me all that much. I’ll live. Maybe with more frequent updates I will have more readers? I hope they’re not all woman-hating pro-lifers. I am quite distraught that a woman’s life is only 80% as valuable as a fetus. It’s good to know these things, what would I do if I didn’t “know my place”? Pfft. (We all know I don’t know where my place is, so ha!)
I’ve been taking a really great online class. I got an A on the midterm – go me. Had to come here and brag a little. Other than class it has been work, work, work. Work is such bullshit. They moved me to another section though, and I have to say, I really love the Brits. I could work with these guys forever. Their accents alone are worth it.
The dating scene in my area is really dry. I fortunately found a guy with a really big penis, though, so at least I can stop being a bitch to everyone since now I am getting laid. It’ll do for now. I’m still on the prowl for something more serious, but I honestly don’t know if I want to date a military man. I would pretty much have to give up my life to be with him and I have some pretty big dreams. However, I am getting kind of sick of this whole single thing. I’m 24 years old and the only person who I really ever fell for is an imbecile who is missing his “sensitivity chip” and who had too many emotional problems to name. Ugh.
Yes, there is much to say that happened during my long absense from the internet. I just moved into a house (my friend bought one) and now I have the internet, as well as a new computer I am still paying off. All is well, though. This will be a short entry, but I thought I would give you all a small update.
You all (and by “you all”, I mean the one person who actually used to read this thing, the pro-life stalkers, and the spammers) remember The Ex, right? Well, I heard that he snowboarded into a tree and nearly impaled himself. He lacerated his spleen and broke a rib. I thought I would email him and see how he was doing. He’s fine and our good natured conversation ended up turning into a heated argument. We’re still in the middle of it. Maybe if I get bored I’ll post pieces of the exchange. Maybe.
Filed under: airports & travel
The travels through the concrete jungle of the US interstate system went relatively smoothly.
We managed to leave early enough to beat rush hour on the interstate in Chicago, something I am very, very thankful for. I can do it, but I don’t like to. That, and who really wants to spend who knows how long in wall-to-wall traffic that is moving slower than a snail? No one who is sane, that’s who. (And yet, thousands of people still find themselves on the Edens, Kennedy, Eisenhower, and the Dan Ryan.) I only had one idiot from Indiana literally pull right in front of me when changing lanes. I’m talking, she pulled her piece of shit so close in front of me I had to hit my brakes not to hit her. I blazed my horn and she gave me the typical “I’m a fucking idiot who doesn’t know what I’m doing” looks and keeps going. She speeds up, though, and never pulls a stunt like that again. I think part of her look was of pure fright, because she wasn’t expecting me to lay on my horn (come on, we’re in CHICAGO). As if I’m just going to let some dumb bitch cut me off and not honk my horn? Fat chance. Am I going to play road games? No. Am I going to let you know that I am severely pissed off by your actions? Hell yes.
Anyhow.
We make it through Indiana without much thought. There was some snow and some salt trucks, but nothing exciting to report. Ohio raped us with tolls. The road and weather conditions got worse by this point, as well. We made it to I-77, though, which was my goal for that day. We got on the road around 1 pm, which is really bad and we stopped around 10 pm, which made up for the bad departure time.
It was a new day by the time we made it into West Virginia. A very beautiful state, I might add. It wasn’t what I was expecting, not that I can really articulate what I was expecting. We did stop at this one gas station that was a bit creepy. The doors on the bathroom stalls didn’t have locks and the place looked like if a strong wind came by it would knock the building down. There was also an abandoned house across the street, which made me deeply regret forgetting to bring my camera with me, as I love taking pictures of abandoned buildings. (I love abandoned buildings, I find them fascinating.)
We made it through West Virginia and Virginia that day. We finally stopped north of Charlotte, North Carolina for the night. When we woke up the next morning, it was cold and snowing. Oh joy, right? Not. We were on the second floor and when we were bringing our luggage down to my car, I nearly fell down the stairs. I was being as careful as I possibly could be. The stairs were metal and they were iced over. When I went to get my receipt from the cashier, I told them about the problem and that they should put some sort of protection on their stairs to prevent someone from falling down them (as I almost had) and suing them. The ass clown told me it was “God’s will”. I was dumbstruck. I don’t give a shit about what is or is not “God’s will” – that ain’t going to help you in a lawsuit. Even worse, the guy was thinking I was talking about putting the grip adhesive stuff in the bathtub. I don’t know how he got “bathtub” from “metal stairs”. I had to correct him several times before he finally wiped the dumb, blank look off of his face and got what I was talking about. This is when all the “God’s will” bullshit came in and he also tried to tell me that there “was nothing he could do”. Fool, I’m from Chicago and never fell down a set of stairs there (although, no one that I have seen so far has been stupid enough to have metal stairs outside, either – I’m sure there is one person or business, though). I have seen the protection they at least attempt to provide. I tell him so much and now he doesn’t know what to say. But hey – they’re money, not mine. They want to give it to someone else when they get sued, that’s their problem.
Anyhow, we made it into Georgia that day and I signed off of leave. We emptied my car and now there is absolutely no room for me to walk on my side of the room. I have no idea what I’m going to do with all of this stuff, especially since I will be moving soon. I need some of it, so I am going to have to unpack some of it. The rest will have to go to a storage cage that I’m going to have to borrow for the time being. Even worse, there are two trunks waiting for me in my battalion’s mail room, as well. (I hope they don’t toss them or anything stupid. I was supposed to go pick them up today.)
I just got a message from a guy I dated a while ago (before I went to Afghanistan) on MySpace. This guy did me wrong. We met on MySpace, but he was at the same base as I was, so we made arrangements to meet. The day we met we went to Savannah and we had a good time. We went out one other time after that and again, we had a good time. I thought I had finally met someone that I got along with, liked, and who liked me, too.
We made arrangements for another date. When it came time to go on it, though, I couldn’t get ahold of him. I called him a ton of times, I texted him, I even went by where he lived and knocked on his door. I felt like one of those crazy women that call you every minute and knock on your door every ten. I never thought I would be like that, like I would be all “whatever” if such a situation arose, but obviously not. (It lasted, like, a day, ok?)
I gave up and figured, if he really liked me, he wouldn’t have avoided me like that. I also tell myself that he’ll call me when he’s ready and when he wants to. …And I’ll tell him where to go, when to go, and how to get there.
Some time passes, I find out I’m going to Afghanistan, and all is well. Like most days I spent before I went to Afghanistan, I went online and I had gotten a message from him. He told me he was going through a divorce, that she was pregnant, and that he didn’t want to tell me because he thought I wouldn’t have anything to do with him if I knew the truth. He begged my forgiveness and for some reason (and somehow) I agreed to see him so he could explain himself to my face.
He comes and he talks to me about it. I mull it over a little and I see where he could be afraid to tell me the truth. I decide to believe him and give him another chance. He is genuinely happy about it. Of course, I tell him that I was going to Afghanistan in a month and he seems ok with it.
Then, he bails on me again. I call him and text him, again, no response. I forgave a person and he does me wrong again – this time, in a 24 hour time span!
So, what brings this up? You ask.
He tried to friend me on MySpace when I was in Afghanistan and I ignored him. But, he is proving to be persistant. He just messaged me explaining things. (This time, meeting is out of the question, at least right away, as he is in Iraq.) He said that he told his ex that he was with me that night and she told him that if he continued to see me, she would go to my command and tell them I was seeing a married man. So, he didn’t contact me anymore because he didn’t want me to get into trouble. That’s understandable, the fact that he didn’t tell me isn’t. He also told me that his marriage was void the whole time, as the idiot he was married to never divorced her first husband. So, he wasn’t even technically married.
He doesn’t seem to expect me to give him another chance. I might put him through the ringer, though, because he deserves it. And now I have to go pack and get ready to drive back down to Georgia.
My leave has been extended until February 1st because of my car registration issues. I am glad that my unit was so understanding about the issue, although, there wasn’t much for them to do, considering I had no other way home otherwise. (I suppose they could have told me to just fly home and deal with it, but that doesn’t resolve my car issue, either.) North Carolina got their asses in gear and sent the title finally, and the dealership got it yesterday and then overnighted it immediately to me. We got it this morning, drove down to the Secretary of State office in Illinois, and we registered it then. There were a few hiccups there, as they didn’t want to accept the tax I already paid in Chicago, but they let that slide. I wasn’t about to pay near a hundred dollars again, that was for damn sure.
Mom and I drove home after that and I drove her around the rest of the day. My tires were extremely low on air, so we got them filled almost immediately. There’s also a funny noise going on near the front passenger wheel. I’m a little concerned. It doesn’t sound too bad and it doesn’t happen that often.
It was so nice being able to drive, though. I could just drive everywhere. I’m getting used to it again, too, after about a year of not driving.
Anyway.
I went on date last night and I had a lot of fun. I met the guy at the party on Saturday night (see this entry for details – and it’s not Guy #1 or #2). Guy #1 tried to tell him that he wasn’t allowed to talk to me, but he did anyway. He gains major “points” for that!
We went to a nice Italian restaurant and then we got dessert at a nice bar/restaurant downtown. We went for a ride at my request, which was nice. I like to drive around aimlessly sometimes. It’s most fun to do with a friend. Then, we stopped at the bar that my mom used to own. We had a drink there and we both agreed that we liked the bar’s enviroment better when my mom owned it. After that, we said our farewells and made plans to go out tomorrow night.
It’s been crazy these past few days. An old friend from high school I also met at the party (not the one I went to the party with) went to lunch and the mall earlier that day (yesterday). I got a pair of really cool razor blade earrings from Hot Topic. I also got my eyes examined at Lenscrafters. The Army had me under the impression that I had a really bad stigmatism, but when I got glasses from them, I looked at the ground and I nearly fell over the prescription was so strong. So, I decided to get a second opinion, even if it cost me out of pocket. It wasn’t nearly as bad as they were saying it was, but I still needed a pair of glasses (I could hardly read the menu on the wall where we went to lunch and had to move closer to read it). I spent a pretty penny on a pair of DKNY glasses. They’re so nice, though, and they make me look really sophisticated and a little older. (Just a bit.)
Tomorrow is going to be non-stop, too. But in the fun way.
Um, yeah. So, I normally don’t go deleting comments in my journals, even if I don’t agree with them. However, when they are utterly, blatantly, and totally bullshit – they’re so getting deleted. You don’t have to agree with me, but do not – do not – come into my journal spewing lies and bullshit. This is a no BS zone.
This, for those who may not know, is about the pro-lifers that responded to my “Blogging For Choice: Why I’m Pro-Choice” entry. I didn’t read their comments in their entirety because, aside from the fact that they weren’t worth the precious minutes of my life to read, I was also setting up a date with a guy for tomorrow night. So, they weren’t too much of interest to me.
I do know that one of them posted a link to a site that supposedly had pictures of aborted babies in the first trimester. I spent about a second looking at it and knew that it was all false pictures that were completely doctored. I mean, do pro-lifers really dig through abortion clinics’ trash and then take pictures of “aborted babies” next to a quarter? (I am being sarcastic here, for those of you who may be taking me literally. Just an important FYI for the readers who lack a sense of humor.) But I am serious, people – the picture I saw had a picture of an “aborted fetus” next to a quarter, with a human finger holding the quarter and “aborted baby” up. Pure hilarity. I was laughing.
THEN, I got a message from someone saying they would “pray” for me. Save your prayers, lady. I don’t consider myself a Christian and I never have. They tried to make me into a “good Catholic” when I was younger, but I was ready to burst from joy when I started going to public school. I was never into having religion forced down my throat, particularly Catholicism. I am in the stages of converting religions, but I am converting to a religion that agrees with my political choices, as well, and the most important thing is, I am converting to a religion I want to practice.
You know, spare me the bullshit. Showing me obviously fake pictures, telling me things that I (and anyone with two brain cells to rub together) know are completely false, and even more insulting, telling me that you’re going to pray for me is even more unnecessary.
The guy was the worst. He had reading problems, it seems, because I said in that entry women should not be forced into providing people who cannot have children with babies. Guess what, pal? There are TONS of children – healthy, Hispanic, black, handicapped, babies, teenagers, toddlers, etc. – waiting for a good home! Why are these children having so much problems finding a good home? Has this guy adopted any children? I seriously doubt it. He could easily reply to this entry and tell me he has, but for some reason it would just scream lies.
Why can’t Christians accept that not everyone believes in God? Why can’t Christians accept that not everyone believes in God the way they do? Some of us believe the power upstairs is a little more compassionate and understanding and open than they think this mysterious power is. Since when did Christians decide how God is, what God is for, what God is against? That’s a subject for another entry, though.
Abortion is…
-A responsible choice.
-A choice a woman should always have.
-A choice that is not selfish.
Women are not…
-Incubators for people who cannot have children.
-A means to provide a state with a tax base.
-Property.
Children are not…
-A punishment.
To put it simply. That’s what I believe, that is what I always will believe. I am not ashamed of my beliefs. I am proud of them. If you think I am going to hell for what I believe, then, I’ll see you there. Don’t like it? Don’t read my journal and don’t respond to my entries. Simple fix.
I’m a day late, technically. It’s like, 2 am here, so, whatever. My will is good, all right?
I’m going to start this off with a little history lesson on Yours Truly. There was a time in my life when I was pro-life. I never felt strong convictions for the pro-life cause. I was in middle school at the time, like 7th grade or something. Beyond the few times I talked about it, I never really thought about it too much. It wasn’t that big of an issue to me at the time – but I was only a young one. (And holy shit – totally off topic – but this was over ten years ago! Ouch.)
Then one day, I had an epiphany. How does another woman having an abortion affect my life? …It doesn’t. No one is forcing me to have an abortion, so why should I want to force another woman into continuing a pregnancy she doesn’t want? The decisions she makes for her life and with her body have no affect on me what-so-ever.
That’s how it all started. To further things…
I believe women should always have the right to choose. Abortion is a very responsible choice. Sometimes, choosing to have a child you aren’t ready for emotionally and/or financially isn’t the responsible choice. However, it’s still a choice a woman has, whether someone else thinks it’s responsible or not. I support a woman’s right to continue with a pregnancy, just as I support a woman’s right to terminate a pregnancy. Women should always have these choices, even if other people don’t agree with them.
I believe society needs to start caring more about women than a z/e/f. The “rights” of the unborn should never come before those of a woman who is already born. The woman should always be considered first and foremost, it’s HER body that the z/e/f is in and SHE is the one with the decision to continue or terminate the pregnancy and it always should be.
It is not any woman’s responsibility to have a baby for a couple who can’t have children themselves (there are plenty of children in the United States and the rest of the world waiting to be adopted – what about them?). It’s not the responsibility of women to provide a state with a tax base (as implied by the state of Georgia – and who says that the “tax bases” – aka, the children – will even stay in Georgia?). Pregnancy and children are not – nor should they be – a punishment for women having sex.
Basically, I am pro-choice because I believe women have the right to decide when they are ready to have children – IF they even want to have children.
Dad and I went to Chicago today and shopped. He was a good sport. We stopped at all sorts of stores, but it was really my day, so it was mostly where I wanted to go. We stopped at Burberry, Gucci, H20 Plus, Max Mara, and Louis Vuitton, to name a few, and we also stopped at a ton of stores at the Water Tower shopping mall (or whatever it’s called).
My dad bought me a ton of stuff. I couldn’t believe he was being so liberal, I remember when I would have to beg him to buy me the littlest of things. So, it was a pleasant surprise to get what I wanted today, but I didn’t push it (nor was I a brat about it).
My favorite thing he purchased for me was a one hundred percent cashmere, black scarf from Burberry. It was so cold when we got down there and not a lot of places were open yet, but Burberry was, so it was our first stop. I thought it would be a wise investment and I wore it the entire day. (It’s so soft!)
I also got a really cute outfit from Bebe. I got a pink shirt with a ribbon around the midsection (it’s hard to describe, I’ll try to post pictures of it some other time). I also got a nice pair of black slacks that fit me perfectly, except that they need to be taylored because they’re too long.
I also got a belt from Max Mara and he paid for me to get my eyebrows waxed at a really nice place. So I’m feeling pretty good today.
I found a Sephora store and nearly died of pure joy! I bought myself some really good, light, concealer by Cargo. I resisted the urge to buy anything else. I also got some bath salts and lotion from H20 Plus.
Dad got some (three pairs!) shoes and some bath salt from L’Occitane.
It was a really good day. My dad and I have had some issues in the past and we haven’t always gotten along, but I’m glad that we are getting along better now. I’m not just saying that because he bought me a whole bunch of stuff today, either. I mean it. We hardly ever argue anymore, which is a great thing.
Anyhow, going to a party tomorrow night with an old friend from high school. I haven’t seen her since we graduated. It’s going to be pretty cool.
