Webcam fun! Pre FTX edition. Since it’s voluntary this time, I’m not angry. Also featuring, hand and arm signals.

Can you guess what those are?

Big Bear FTX, anyone?

But if I open the door for you, and you’re NOT a fucking OBESE motherfucker,

DO NOT push the door open wider. I was nice enough to open the damn thing, let alone hold it for you. You motherfuckers are lucky I didn’t leave you outside!

So fuck you! Next time you pull that, I’m pushing back. 

You don’t fucking live here, DO NOT treat me like you do.

Oh, and YOU’RE FUCKING WELCOME, you slut. 

But only a little. Like, congestion and a little fatigue. I’m going on another FTX… tomorrow! So hopefully I’ll be/feel better by then.

I knew this would happen too. As soon as I reduced my workouts, As soon as I quit running, I freaking knew my body would punish me.

So after FTX, I’m going to start it up again. As much as I hate it right now, I know it will feel better in a few weeks. And then I wont get sick! Yay. Hopefully I will be able to push through this for FTX.

Aaaaaaannnnnnnnd……..We are going up to Big Bear! Only the third years are required to go (everyone else is going on a voluntary basis). It’s their last chance to hone their skills, and recieve any feedback before departing for LDAC.

Most likely, I’ll get to play OPFOR. So I have to pack a couple more things in my ruck, but that’s fine since they are just lightweight shirts. I also had to borrow a ruck since we already had a gear turn in two weeks ago.

I figure I’ll just do this since I have nothing else to do. So, I’ll be here until about… 1800 tomorrow.

So talk to me now, before it’s too late!

I’ll let it speak for itself.

I wanted to do a “I use an apple product for ALLL my portraits” webcam edition… but then it turned silly.

So, I’m sitting at Starbucks waiting for my interview, when I hear the familiar talking of a tour guide.

Usually I just ignore them since I already know where everything on campus is and what it’s for. But today, the girl leading caught my ear.

She goes “Okay guys, so if you look to your left you will see the libary. Our libary is one of the biggest and it has the widest selection.”

Yes, you read that right. She said “libary“ 

I’m just like:

Bitch you’re in college!

It’s fucking LIBRARY!!!!

echo4charlie:

Patriotism (by TheEcho4charlie)

In response to:

I freaking love this Gary. I was going through my likes and found it, and Oh my god it’s stilll awesome.

I wish you could come speak to some of the student representatives here because they are just like this person.

I will always have your back :)

maryannwilliams23:

Pictures from Dining Out!

And some from the after party.

Just in case you didn’t catch them earlier.

Because fuck you that’s why.

This weekend was Dining Out. It was also the Kentucky Derby.

How are these two things even remotely related? Well, I had to go to the dinner, and Ryan had to go to the Derby. 

Usually I wouldn’t be so angry, but I was really excited about this event since it’s the one and only time he could come into my world and see it at its best. This is when he could see all of us come together as friends and future officers, not stressed out and hating life. I wanted him to meet everyone, like SGT B, and Swanson. I also wanted him to experience a real color guard.

But he had to leave for the Derby. The reason I’m so angry is that there was no way for me to do anything about it. I couldn’t reschedule anything this time, and I couldn’t tell him he couldn’t go, because that would have been wrong of me to even ask. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to choose, but it came to that. But I also feel like I was left out of the Derby excitement. Everyone, and I mean  everyone in his family got to go. His mom even brought her boyfriend. I didn’t realize how much him not going meant to me until today.

Sometimes I feel as if I don’t fit in with his world because I’m not from a privileged family. And I feel like everyone knows. I try not to say all that much around them because I don’t know anything about horses. And the few times I have, it’s been questions about horses, or horse racing. 

I feel like an imposter because his mom and dad don’t know where I come from. I don’t want them to know. I don’t want them to look down on me for it and I certainly don’t want their pity.

Maybe I’ll get over it when I’m around them longer but for right now, I think I’ll keep it under wraps.