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Air Defense Haruko Plus!
Izz35178:
its creeping up fast now
Motorman05: dun worry
Motorman05: my guess is it'll turn out quite a bit like some sort of
a bizarre anime for you
Motorman05: air defense haruko plus!
Motorman05: it'd be a funny show
Motorman05: with like a big battery commander guy who smokes cigars
and has a moustache
Motorman05: and he's all sorta upset all the time
Motorman05: and the XO has to be this yes man sort of a guy who actually
makes everything work
Motorman05: and there's some sort of a subtle, vague relationship between
the two for the fanfic people to go nuts on
Motorman05: and then there's the 4 platoon leaders and one's the really
hot girl
Motorman05: and then there's like two guys that hate each other and
are fighting for her
Motorman05: and then there's another platoon leader who's sort of the
dumpy friend
Motorman05: it'd be cool
I looked at my orders for the first time since I've gotten them this
week. Soon I'll be working with the Burbank recruiting office, sortly
after that I'll be trucking out to Texas. God! I know once I get there
I'll make do, but being so comfortable over here its hard to think about
going there.
I need to meet people outside of the military in other industries. Of couse, being a Burbank native I have my dreams of being invited to some awards ceremony, and having contacts in the entertainment industy to talk to. That's the main one I want, someone who does something totally different than my current occupation.
I haven't been doing much thinking, I haven't been doing much of anything lately. In a way its nice, the most work I do is gardening. There's something satisfying about fixing up the house and going out doors.
Oh gosh! I smashed up my poor Eddie the other day. I was backing out to go to the market and got too close to my dad's truck and smashed the hell out of the driver's side mirror. I'm such a retarded driver. I wanted to cry because I hurt my poor car, but I didn't. Instead I just wailed about cursed a lot about how shitty of a driver I am. One more expense on the ol' list.