Bollocks!

Criminy, my posts (aside from the last one) are becoming so maudlin. This one, in theory, will be as well... but I'm going to strike it up a notch and make it a little less St. Elmo's Fire.

First off, light topic - I've been going to the gym more often. And by more often I mean I went three times this week, after not going in a month. I work out every day at home with the stability ball, but I felt like I needed some cardio. The worst part of going to the gym is building up the initiative to get out the door and drive to the gym. Once I'm there, I'm fine, I get to work on that eliptical, and I go home feeling accomplished. But this part pisses me off: When I start going to the gym frequently, I start eating like a starved horse. Which, I suppose is how it's supposed to be. But I seriously will eat 4 or 5 meals a day, and go at them like I haven't eaten in weeks. An entire plate will be inhaled in mere seconds. It's enough to make any female feel like they've taken one step forward and 4 plates back.

SECOND, I must be hitting that idealistic age in life where I feel like I should strike out and embark on life's adventures, like many before me in their VW busses on only a paycheck and a prayer. I can't really do that right now, though. If I took off tomorrow and woke up in San Francisco, my next stop would be making license plates in Leavenworth. For real though, I lead a boring life. My particular branch of the military is not thrilling. And on that note, I'm really beyond disillusioned with the military - we spend more time trying to NOT get in trouble by those appointed over us for whatever stupid reasons, than we do actually doing any real work. I digress; they're paying me, so I'll continue doing it for another fifteen (!!!) months.
I got sidetracked, sorry. About the boring life. This sounds like a crazy coming of age Lifetime special, but I REALLY REALLY want to experience the GOOD parts of the country. I'm tired of spending my days/nights doing one of two things: Sitting on the couch, surfing the internet, watching reruns of Will & Grace, OR, going out drinking. Bah. I want to fall asleep next to a bonfire on a beach in San Diego, then wake up and learn how to surf.

I want to go to Aspen and learn how to ski, then spend the evening next to a fireplace sipping cocoa.

I want to spend an extended period of time in New York City and take in all the sights until I'm so comfortable with the city that I no longer need a map.

I want to stay in a hotel or an apartment where everytime I look out the window and see the night skyline, it takes my breath away. I want to walk the streets of London and fall in love with the city.

I think I watch too much TV.

i can has delirium?

Wednesday night I return to the 12 hour overnight shifts, so for the past 2 nights I've been staying up until 7am. I am miserably tired. I've had 3 ginormous espressos in the past 12 hours and I am still dragging ass. I'm getting too old for these kind of scheduling shenanigans.

Baby Face Thomas and her lack of work ethic

Truth be told, the Air Force has helped me to transcend into the "adult world." Without it, I'd still be loafing off my mom and blowing all my money on cigarettes and Boone's Farm. But there is one major area that I have yet to grasp: the ability to put my job before myself. I mean, in a way, yes I have. I am in the military, of course. So I've given up some of my personal freedoms. But I cannot...CANNOT... happily spend an extra hour at work, or get called in on a day off without bitching.

So, at what age do you just give in and say, "Screw my life. Work comes first."?

All I know about being my age so far is that, according to Mark Hoppus, "Nobody likes you when you're 23," and the older I get, the more people ask "When are you gonna have kids?" And the obligatory, "You know, it's all downhill from here."

I don't feel 23. I don't feel old. My coworkers are constantly giving me shit about looking so young. Who's gonna argue with that? Please. Let's hope the good genes continue to do their youthful magic. But seriously, one of my coworkers stood up today and announced to the crew that "Stephanie's 19th birthday was Monday!" (My 23rd birthday was Monday)

I should apply for a job working for MSNBC's 'To Catch a Predator.' I would rock at that job.