Now and Then

You know what?  I loved being a teenager. I had so much fun being stupid and young and dramatic and obnoxious. I remember just driving around throwing water balloons at people at the strip mall with my little brother. I think it's important to be all of those things at one point. So I guess I won't go apeshit on the loud teens that sit in front of me in the movie theater. It's just there turn to be hoodlums. Right? I wouldn't say I've grown up, completely anyways. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've got almost too much growing up to do, but being in the military has taught me to fend for myself.

It's funny though, how many people I've been over the past 7 years. I mean do I even need to hack into my old myspace to show you pictures? High school me would have probably thrown eggs at military me's car. So obnoxiously loud and reckless. Too reckless almost, no such thing as sleep, when now my world pretty much revolves around "nap time". I was apart of our "local scene" (sold merch for a local band consisting of all my closest friends at the time), spent all my money on shows, and wore band tee's religiously. Boy, those were the day.

I'm glad I was that person, because those times were the clay that molded me into the lady I am today. Now, I'm all about being productive. I honest to God feel guilty if I feel like I didn't do enough during the day. Wake up early, get things done, then "fun" time. I'm in the military (NAVY) so I'm on the clock 24/7, and on my down time there is ALWAY something that needs to be done. You're not an adult if you do not agree. I work out everyday in order to maintain my Beyonce figure. Then we have duty, which is completely inconvenient and time consuming. Not too much time for relaxation, and it's exhausting. Like dropping the toast jelly side down exhausting. But when I do find the time, oh how glorious. I spend a lot of time ( and money) drawing. I'm not all that good honestly, but it's a great way to pass the time, for me anyways. I'm a damn girl, I love to shop, so I do just that...way too much? Listening to and finding new music is always fun. Really been into The Black Keys, Kanye West, and Kimbra lately. Also got Eisley's new EP Deep Space, it's nothing short than amazing. 

Anyways, so I thought long and hard and decided if I, military Diamond were to ask high school Diamond just one question it would be "hey kiddo, uhmmm real quick, where in the damn do you get all  of that energy?" Then I'd tell her she was rad, and warn her that Taking Back Sunday will someday disappoint her. 

I think I'm where I want to be in life, right now. Well I just need to find some of that Ice loves CoCo love, or i'll just end up like Kimmy Kardashian. Sympathize with us.

now: eating a bowl of cinnamon toast & new found glory playlist is on shuffle.

blind melon?

Seriously, who remembers that Blind Melon song 'No Rain'? C'mon guys, Blind Melon: the 90's hippy one-hit wonders? "All I can say, is that my life is pretty plain. I like watching the blahhh dada yeah" It's a damn good song, and the video is pimp. Watch. Enjoy. I'm so white.

On the 7th day:

You guys know how in the movies when the girl gets dumped, or just all butt hurt, so she goes to the bar alone and gets drunk real quick? Like she goes to bar, tells the bartender all her troubles while getting good and hammered, then walks on home. Okay, you're either with me or not.


Now, how do you go about doing that when the nearest bar is 8 miles away, and you're afraid of being raped?


I'm asking because well 6 out of 7 of the days since my last blog post where glorious. Day 7 was as awful as the Clippers beating the Lakers. Should have seen it coming, I mean c'mon right? 6 consecutive days of happiness and glee, who in the shit do I think I am? I got to see my humor hero Kevin Hart live and that was pure gold. IT SNOWED. To most, that doesn't seem too thrilling, but it was quite intriguing . Ate at this extremely delicious Japanese restaurant with some new friends, and the sushi was superb. Bought a dress. Watched some Denzil Washington in that new movie 'Safe House', Ryan Reynolds didn't ruin it. loved..so so much. Got some good sleep, did some drawing, and had some coffee. Just 6 refreshing days, what more could a girl ask for?

but on the seventh day...
I got pulled over for going, get this, 4 miles over the speed limit. I'm already pissed because Starbucks had no birthday cakepops, so naturally I give the cop lip. I'm looking for my drivers license, registrations.., and I can't find my insurance papers anywhere. Stressing out big time by now, and this chipper ass-hat cop is just smiling and crap. Sends me over the edge. He lectures me, for I shit you not 20 minutes about the safety of speed limits, and lets me off with a "verbal warning." BAM.
The movers that packed my shipment from California leaves a voice mail pretty much telling me that my storage time was cut from 90 days to about 2 weeks, so I needed to figure out my permanent living situation so they could drop my shit off. Which is completely inconvenient considering I DO NOT HAVE A PERMANENT LIVING SITUATION. Not to mention I'm pretty sure I was running a fever, and my headache was as ugly as Kevin Bacon. So at this point I decide to take a nap, but nope, my roommate who I'm not sure if I liked or not was blasting music. I mean she's nice and all but she's a little snarky, and short, and does this side pony tail thing. I couldn't take her seriously. (She's gone now, left for Japan) I leave, and decide to go grab some food. Debit card gets all the way the fuck declined, and I drive away to some hidden location and start screaming. Like how in the damn could all this happen in 1 day.
I got over it though, went to an ATM took 40 bucks from savings and bought a 6 pack of Blue Moon. Had four and passed out right before the Grammy's started, which is good because I was team Foo Fighters. Whatever, though.

Anyways, I'm at the liberty center, and these idiots put on Breaking Dawn. I'm going to leave before I start crying.

Will someone please punch me in the mouth, and remind me that I'm not in California anymore? Nothing huge or anything, just wore flip flops outside again in 40 degree weather. Toes are throbbing. Punch me in the damn mouth.

I feel like my life has become some joke, or lack of one. This isn't funny guys, I'm spending precious time trying to come up with some logic behind my misery. Take today, as I'm driving back to my barracks I witness a hawk swoop down and kill a seagull. That's right, this hawk pecked the god damn out of this honest little seagull. As everyone finds amusement in this, taking pictures and what not, alls I can think is "this must be a sign, some sort of subliminal message from the universe."Naturally, my mind is forcing me to believe that Virginia is the hawk, and I'm this innocent seagull, my life just being pecked away.

Anyways, I took a nap and now I'm up blogging about todays events and I realize this: all I do on this blog is blab on about how miserable I am. Whatever, right? It's my blog, and I can rant if I want to. (That's so original) I don't know, I think I'm going to take tomorrow for what it is. I'm going to try to express myself in a more graceful optimistic tone, verses this grim/uninviting one.

I said try guys, don't get all aroused now. We'll see, we'll see.

here's a little visual, for those of you who decide you're going to sympathize with me.