Okay.

So I've migrated to my parents room, because I am more than positive that I've had a little too much of that seasonal eggnog and whiskey. I tell ya what though, being home for from deployment is MAD refreshing. I mean other than the much needed massage I will be diving right into after Christmas, my life is sitting at a solid 97%, and I'm loving it. Being home with little no obligations at all is grand, considering I've burned every bridge possible in my home town. Seriously though, that was probably the best thing I've ever thought of. I mean who wouldn't want to be at home with my family, all day long? Just earlier we listened to Whitney Houston's greatest hits while looking at my cruise pictures, (R.I.P Princess) and now my 17 year old brother is getting wasted with my dad in the backyard. Even though all that gold is going on, I decided to hide out in my parents room and blog because I feel like I've got so much to jot down, but nothing is coming to me. Like ever. Nothing ever comes to mind when it's time for me to start documenting my life. I don't even know how I feel. Should I blame the Navy for that? It's the holiday's and while everyone is wondering just what they might've got for Christmas this year, all I'm thinking about is how I'm going to change my life next year.

I NEED A NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION!

But like, nothing cliche. I want to change something and mean it. Like how I feel about people, because I have convinced myself throughly that I'm just not a people person. Or my attitude toward my job, because like I've mentioned before I'm above complaining about my job at work...but it's fair game on the internet. Right? Like that's logical, because the internet is our safe haven. Yeah?

I really don't have a clue.

Like whatever happened to Christmas? When did I get old enough to be so vague toward something that meant practically everything to me at one point? I remember Christmas like 15 years ago. I would wake my sister up before the sun was up, and we'd be mad hype to open our barbies. Now, well now our entire house is drunk and it feels so much different. Not negative. Just different. Trip on that for a minute. Life sure is precious.

                               

The holidiay's in the Wilcoxson household is probably not as ridiculous as I think it is. Like my mom isn's completely out of her mind, and my dad isn't like MAD inconsiderate. Also, my baby brother is not a potential drug dealer. NONE of this is happening, because that is pure ridiculousness. Today has been pretty fun, hustling around Target with my sister dodging very very reasonably nice holiday shoppers looking for presents for my very very uncomplicated parents.

I think I'm going to stop typing and just help my sister not kill herself.

It's Been a Long Time Coming...

...but finally after conquering 4 countries, and winning the entire war on my own, I have returned to America to do me and everyone else to the fullest. For example, Iphone shopping on my esty app and buying this gem (for myself), and not thinking twice about it. Now that I'm officially homebound, I'm just lying in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about how deep it is sleeping in your parents house when you're an adult. It's probably the most comforting thing. BESIDES BABY GIRL OVER HERE DOESNT HAVE TO PAY FOR A THING FOR THE NEXT 2 WEEKS. HEYYYYO.

"Should I post a picture of my toenail-less toe on my blog?" -me, 5 minutes ago.

"Why would I even want to do that?" - me, now.


Anyone can mature in 5 minutes.

I deploy in 4 days.




I go to war in 4 days.




I am number 4.

Just want to make note of a few things:

1) it's 7 am, and I'm up for whatever reason wishing I could be at work.

2) reading my first book electronically "divergent", and the book is a bad bitch. Really enjoying it.

3) really upsetting that I still haven't figured out how to post pictures on blogger with this iPad. So now my blog is a spitting image of myself... a constant flow of me, just running my mouth.

4) I think it's important for you guys to understand that I'm above crying about work at work, but via Internet blogger its fair game. Though that was pretty obvious.

5) I've grown a vast and deep hatred for twitter. I don't know we use to be the best of friends. At one point it was just me and twitter. Now, well now every time I login I try to keep from vomiting.

6) cutting all bullshit, I think ive been sick for a little over a year now. Way sick. Mad sick. Unrelentingly sick. Like so sick that I don't even want to make an appointment to find out I'll die before I'm married. So instead I get high on NyQuil when it's time to sleep.

7) I've been doing this thing were I act like I'm excited about deployment when I'm around certain people like my mother. It's like I have to pretend to be at ease about it. Though I am pretty excited, I'm nervous beyond imaginable. It's not the "war" part, because hey! "when it's your time...", but I think it's the 9 months of hardcore Navy living but intensified to the bajillionth power. It'll take a part of you, I'm sure.

8) lastly, I put myself on the worlds most torturous diet last week. I'm really mad that I don't take care of my body, the way I use to. Goal: work out? Reality: no time. So as of right now the lover of all foods is hanging up her jersey.


Anyway, I'm about to shower because I want to wash my face and stuff.

I'm a survivor.

At last.


I finally found time to actually sit down a write a post. I figured "what better way to spend the next 8 hours on watch?" it was either this or aimlessly going through people's albums on Facebook. So much has happened, and so much is going to happen. So much is going on.

I don't know, I've just been so inspired lately.
-Getting my guitar out of storage, and playing it for the first time in neatly 5 months. I'm not really all that great, but I love playing.
-Read a blog solely based on a couples story on their adoption in Uganda, and their new daughter. I've been following the story for a while now. Though it's very rare that I fall into people's antics on the Internet; but this story and these people just seem so genuine.
-Went to a high school graduation recently. My cousins, and she's such a treat to be around. Call me corny, but shes the first person in years that has influenced me the most to get back in school.

Just to name a few. Getting ready to deploy here in the next week, so I made it a personal goal to update at least daily up until then. Anyways, I'm on watch right now. For those of you who have no idea what I mean by watch...you suck and you're dumb. Just kidding. I'm listening to The Lighthouse and the Whaler on daytrotter, and I'm about bust out the ole pen and pad. See where this inspiration I speak of takes this beauty queen.

I love how I just WATCHED my phone ring. I didn't answer it because I couldn't think of a way to get out of what ever social gathering I was about to get invited to...fast enough. So I watched it ring, nervously, as if the person knew I was deliberately ignoring them.

Reasons I hate to love Fresh Market

Had the privilege to walk around our local Fresh Market today. I ended up just lingering around bad mouthing the place for being so welcoming. I did this for an hour. Why I was so disgusted with the place? Well:

-The free East African blended coffee just out for everyone's enjoyment. I get it, the coffee part. But these weren't sample size cups, these were "please enjoy this east African coffee because we're more than positive you'll never have it again" size cups. Shut up, Fresh Market.

-CBS had a news story on how glad the community is to finally have a Fresh Market, and spent a lot of the segment discussing their very divine potato salad variety. Okay Fresh Market, you have a deli. Oooooo. Potato salad isn't suppose to be 9 dollars, you can't make potato salad 9 stinking dollars!

-They seriously expected everyone to sanitize their buggy after each use, oh yeah Fresh Market because only you have worlds most responsible customers.

-Their sushi chef is Asain, and everyone who works in the bakery is plump. Go figure.



Ha. Fresh Market... I secretly love you so much.

I have to be up in 6 hours to drive 11 hours to Virginia tomorrow, but I can't sleep because I waited until the last night to get drunk. Such a smart and responsible lady I am. Shout outs to my neighbor who kept filling up my wine glass with that barefoot goodness. I'll be in a hospital somewhere in South Carolinar tomorrow, that's if I make it that far.

My little (6'4 170lb) brother is such a joy. He brings nothing but laughter and loves spending time with me. He loves me so much, that he literally recites his Facebook timeline to me and we laugh together at his very sad illiterate friends.

This was all before I had to literally scream at him for an hour to stop "free-styling" in my ear, because if anyone in this world will become a rapper it WILL NOT BE MY BROTHER. Not just because I just wouldn't allow such non sense, but because he just flat out sucks. Big time. But I love him anyways.

He also spent about 15 minutes forcing me to watch his favorite Rick Ross music videos on his very cracked iPod screen, while I was looking up banking information on my laptop. So it was very fun pushing his arm from in front of my computer screen while screaming "I DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT THAT RIGHT NOW, ANTHONY" very loudly in his face to get him to stop. In return, he grabbed both my arms with one of his hands then placed the iPod 4 cm from my pupils. It was fun.

True bonding experience.

Oh, okay he just held both my arms down and blew his breath directly into my face. I love this kid all too much.

Are Lips are Arhhh Arhhh Arhhh, seals. Are Lips our Seals. OUR LIPS ARE SEALED.

because I heard this song in rite-aid while picking up my drugs, and it reminded me of the time when I actually thought I was going to "get into" The Go-Go's, but didn't because this was their only decent song.

Not a lot going on over here, honestly. Somethings I do believe I should be a little more excited about, but instead I'm being pretty vague toward:

My promotion. I did, in fact just get promoted. Now don't get me wrong I was pretty excited, then the excitement faded. Quickly.

I got an iPad. The new iPad. It's awesome, I love it. Now, I'm just trying to figure out what books I want to download electronically. I don't even know if I'm going to like reading books electronically.

New allergy medication works pretty good. I mean it's non-drowsy, what more could I ask for? At least now I can take my meds, and not retire the night. Right? So exciting.

The 60lbs I'm more than positive I've gained over my leave period. Who wouldn't be excited about being FAT!


Welp that's all I've got for now, because One Tree Hill is on, and I've got some catching up to do.
*that was me being serious.

Blogging this blog from my new iPad, it's so boss!

This is the conversation between my parents I over heard while I was sleeping (pretending to be sleeping) in my parents hotel room:

Dad: You know honey, we could've BBQ'd.
Mom: Tony, I'm not BBQing, I'm on vacation.
Dad: I don't need you to BBQ woman, and I was saying we could have. Damnit.
Mom: Why are you even thinking about BBQ, we're on vacation?
Dad: Shots*, I just saw folks BBQing outside, and thought it was a good idea.
Mom: Don't be a follower Tony, follow your own dreams.
Dad: It is my dream.
Mom: Whaterver, Tony.

*Shots or Schatzi is a German nickname my dads been calling my mom since before I can remember. I believe it means sweetheart or dear. Okay, I looked it up it means sweetheart or dear.

Boat Woes

"Sometimes you need to cry a little bit. So you start crying, but it ends up being a lot because: you have all this built up anger raging through the core of your soul, and you literally have no one to vent to, because those who surround you are the "haha, let's watch porn at work" kind of people and you can't find it in your heart to take them seriously, and then you loose a tool at work...but your story doesn't add up so it looks like you're a liar and all you want to do is scream "I'M NOT A LIAR!" because you're in the Navy and it's not like the pressure to be prestige isn't enough, and all you want to do is call your dad but you can't because its like 4am at home, and the only phone on this piece shit boat is a pay phone and the LAST thing you want is to get caught "crying to daddy" by some idiot big headed sailor and become the laughing stock of the ship, so you sit by yourself in a corner typing up run-on-sentences like a damn fool." - written by the angel below on May 13th @ 5:07 am.

             

                                   

First of all, how would you become the laughing stock of the whole ship idiot? Their are over 4,500 people aboard, and your issues are irrelevant. Stop being a baby.

I really love my sister, glad we get to be sisters for a week.

First time I open my photo booth in months, and this is the rainbow I give to you.