"Big and Perky"

We all know which organization I belong to. Wait, make that enslaved to for the next couple months. Eight months to be exact. Well, let me tell you one of the reasons why I'm definitely getting out. This morning at about one a.m., I was told that I had a weigh in at five thirty! For all you out there, it means that if you don't weigh what "they" say you're supposed to weigh, you get taped. Basically, you're going to get measured. This is all done to a set of regulations and stuff. I'm short and according to rules and regulations, I'm supposed to weigh a certain amount. I'm not even going to tell you cause it's ridiculous. I haven't even weighed that since I was in the third grade or something. Well anyways no big news I got weighed and taped. Who cares if I passed? There are way bigger people than me in this organization! Let someone try to tell me I'm fat!

After all this craziness, I decided that since I was up already I'll go to the PX (fancy-schmancy name for military store). My roomate decides she wants to go to. We're in front the frozen food section. And yes people, frozen food has made it to Iraq! My roomate who lives on lunch meat, was grabbing frozen bread or something when I spied something. Tortillas! I was animatedly telling her this when she stopped to ask me what she was going to do with them?! I went into this crazy rant about how she was a fake Mexican. Some guy was passing by and he couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing. Same thing happened in the canned food aisle. Same guy just happened to be there while I was ranting to my roomate. She put back a can of soup because it had BEANS in it! I 'm not racist at all, but I noticed a pattern in all my Hispanic friends. They barely speak a smidgen of the Spanish language, and they're not very gung-ho about the food. It's cool though. Because I get all the Mexican candy!

We were waiting at the bus stop when we noticed this girl. She looked like the rest of us. Black shorts, grey short sleeved shirt, and tennis shoes. Except she had these really long and big eyelashes, and tons and tons of eye makeup. It's so hot out here that there's no point of makeup. It'll just melt off your face. She gets up to leave. As she's passing by, I couldn't resist a closer inspection on her lashes. We had a male co-worker across from us who looked, too. We were talking about whether her lashes were fake or not when both my roomate and the guy started looking confused. They asked me what the hell was I talking about. Her lashes. They just looked at me and burst out laughing. They were talking about the authenticity of her breasts! The whole time I'm going on about her lashes! Who noticed she had breasts?! Apparently, the guy did and my roomate was calling him out. According to the guy, they were a little too "big and perky" to be real.I should mention that this girl was skinny, too. After I looked, I decided that they did look awkward on her frame. So "Big and Perky" gets on the same bus, she's talking to one of her girl friends about how she came about. Get this! This girl remembered to bring her I.D. card and her tube of MASCARA, but forgot her wallet! Are you serious?!!! Nothing suprises me anymore!

"Lemme just grab my mascara just in case, my face melts off in that heat. Yeah, I probably won't need my wallet."

strawberry scented shampoo

she thought to herself i could just walk from him. i could just walk away. but what is holding me back she asks herself. she's in the shower washing her hair with strawberry scented shampoo at 5 am in the morning. she should have been asleep a long time ago. she lost track on her train of thought in sweet fresh strawberry scent. she goes back to it as she washes it out. if i walk away, where would i go? i have nowhere to go. no one to lean on. all i have is superficial connections that are fragile already. it's better to stay. that was her last thought as she steps out of the shower.

Can I have a dollar?

tell me why everytime i go to cinnabon there's always something going on? always! last time i went, i had my mind set on a small caramel chillatta. the cashier goes, "sorry ma'am, no caramel." why?! why?! why?! i told him i wasn't coming back. he just looked at me knowingly. ok, fine, i was gonna come back the very next day. so!

back to what happened today... we do this every once in a while when things are slow, we do a "cinnabon run". i give my order and cashier gives me the total : $15.70. then i realized i didn't have enough money! so i turn around to ask the other person i came with for a dollar. mind you, it was a busy night for cinnabon and it was crammed full of people! he comes up to me and tells me that he doesn't have cash. in all the confusion, a kbr guy gave a dollar. i said thank you in my most beauty pageant voice. i even threw a "you're so nice!" in there, too! i even gave him back his change in pogs complete with a breathless "thank you". he got his order first, turns around and thanks us for "everything that we do and for supporting our country". or something along those lines.

i wonder, am i gonna be one of those people when i get out?

later we were talking about how that stranger was so nice to give me a dollar. when this question came up... was he just being nice or was he being nice because i was a girl? the guy i went with to cinnabon said it was because i was a girl. he says he's never ever been extended such courtesy. i don't care. he was being nice. i absolutely believe in random acts of kindness. besides that, i don't genderize kindness.

the Purrrfect Angels

i started my day off with 13 hours of sleep. my roomate said she came in and out of the room several times i did not even stir. it was some good sleep, too. very much needed!

i woke up at 6 pm cause i really really had to use the bathroom. i took a nice shower and put on my summer PTs. for all of you out there enjoying your civilian clothes, believe me count it as a blessing. i wear my uniforms all the time, so a chance to wear PTs is just heavenly. it was awesome weather too! balmy with just the right amount of breeze.

every wednesday is steak and shrimp night at the dfac! it's the only day of the week where the dfac is so crowded that even the most non claustrophic person feels a bit claustrophic. i convinced my roomate to go with me. it wasn't hard. all i had to do was tell her it was steak and shrimp night.

after i ate my steak, catfish, and most of my roomate's shrimp, we decided to go to the px to buy some cherry m n' ms. limited edition and my new obsession. we got there and we found out that there was a show going on at 2000. we decided to stay a bit and see it.

it was the Purrrfect Angels. and no, i have never heard of them. apparently they are a group of girl dancers that have shows all over the country. we were standing there when my roomate decides to make an observation. we were among the very few population of chicks in the whole crowd. there was us and then there was a group of five girls.

let's talk about the crowd which was 98.2 percent males. you think they would be very excited and loud about a bunch of scantily dressed dancers?! no! they were the most unresponsive crowd ever! god military crowds are the most unresponsive!! i wanted to jump around, yell, and play air guitar! something to liven up the crowd. i couldn't do it. it would have been awkward. i was standing by myself (roomate's in the phone center). it would have looked crazy.

well whatever, i got to do it. not the jumping around or the air guitar part. the yelling and clapping really loud. i saw my friend pulido and then his twin brother came over. so i decided it was safe to be loud cause i convinced them to do it too.

here's to the Purrfect Angels and their crazy dances routines that made me kinda slow. but totally envious of their civilian clothes. and totally awed at how fast they changed wardrobes. and oh yeah, definitely cool points for the song: "save a horse, ride a cowboy!"