The Times of Eagle

Friday Rules!

eaglelaunch — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 20:53:55 GMT

Five Rules I Always Follow:

1. Never let them see you sweat.
2. Practice chivalry.
3. How you feel shouldn't affect how you make people feel.
4. Always where a seatbelt.
5. Never mix dark and light liqueur.

And the one rule I've broken so many times: Don't fall in love with the friend with benefits.

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Stuck on You

eaglelaunch — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 23:14:26 GMT

So, I noticed something. Unless my ex boyfriend is a complete dick, I'm stuck on him. Even just a little bit. Or at least that's how it used to be. I'm growing out of it.

Joe for instance. Sweetest kid in the world. I loved Joe. The only reason I haven't asked him out again is because I dated him twice. I think hurting him three times would be just cruel. But he got himself a girlfriend today. The last time he went on a date with a girl, I was super jealous. This time, I'm actually happy for him. I guess I'm growing up.

Writer's Block: Money ain’t a thing

eaglelaunch — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 23:08:55 GMT

Yamaha PSR-275 Portable Grand Piano. And maybe an external hard drive for my laptop. That's really all I need. I don't want any big fancy things, just something to make music and something to make my computer faster.

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eaglelaunch — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 01:49:28 GMT

My sleep cycle hasn't kicked in yet. ÄangelusÑ

Writer's Block: It's allergies ... really!

eaglelaunch — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 13:28:28 GMT

Last thing that made me cry was yesterday. Now, for ROTC we ride a short bus to and from events. Well, I'm small, and inertia is far more powerful than I, so when the driver slammed on the brakes so as not to get into a car accident, I went flying down the aisle and hit my head on the floor. While all the boys were laughing at me, I stood up to do a walk of shame back to my seat when the driver slammed on the gas and sent me flying back to the emergency exit! I didn't hit my head thank God, but my head hurt so bad that while my teammates were laughing, I just sat in the back seat and held my head, sniffling a little bit and tearing up from embarrassment, hurt because no one tried to help me, and pain.

Of course I felt a little better when the guy I always talk about in my previous posts came over and tried to make me feel better with hugging me or doing anything else that would make him look sensitive and un-manly, something only I am allowed to see.

Writer's Block: Songs of summer

eaglelaunch — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 21:39:06 GMT

Aw, shit. All time summer songs. Well, for summer, it's gotta be loud, fun, and easy to sing along. So that being said, the all-time greatest summer songs are:

"I Gotta Feeling" by Black Eyed Peas
"California Gurls" by Katy Perry feat Snoop Dog
"Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga

They're so fun!

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eaglelaunch — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 21:07:54 GMT

PB&J sandwiches taste like nostalgia. Like childhood. Back when everything was as simple as a pb&j sandwich. Oh, the memories. ÄangelusÑ

Writer's Block: Fashion trend of the summer

eaglelaunch — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 03:40:35 GMT

While it didn't send me to the shops, I was really into shorts. And I mean shorter shorts. Not so short that they were denim undies, but short enough that I would get sent home from school. I just cut up some old jeans and was set to go. They were comfy, too. I had nice, cool, ventilated legs this summer and received a nice tan.

I also tried flowy shirts. What's cool is that with the right jacket, I could wear them to school with a nice pair of skinny jeans (none ripped, which is pretty much all I can find). Anyway, they were cute, cool, and made me feel kinda girly.

I think that Converse are getting worn out. I remember when it was cool to wear them, but this whole vintage revolution is overtaking everything.

Writer's Block: Living the dream

eaglelaunch — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 21:42:52 GMT

I want to be a rock singer. That is my ultimate dream. I want to get up to that stage, whether with my band or even by myself and just sing as much as I can. I love music, and I want so badly to be apart of it. I'm so afraid that someone will think I'm silly for wanting this and laugh at me, so no one knows but me, you, and my Forensics Science teacher. I always end up telling people that I want to be a tattoo artist. It's a job, a dream, that's more attainable than rock singer. Plus, I don't know if I can even sing well, so... You know?

Old Man Tom and His Pal Buddy

eaglelaunch — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 01:09:32 GMT

So, today I was walking my dog, Jake. While we were walking, I saw an old man walking a ways away from us when all of a sudden his dog slipped out of his collar and started running around the apartment complex. The man called his dog "Buddy! C'mere boy!" but Buddy just kept running. I eventually reached him, and my Jake started sniffing the man and saying his doggy hellos. I started talking to him, learned his name was Tom, learned that Buddy gets out of his collar every so often and makes it a game of chase with Tom.

Eventually Tom and I walked towards the leasing office where we parted ways. He went inside to notify the office of his dog on the loose, and I was going to take Jake home. A woman and her lab came walking up, so Jake got to meet him. I was talking to the woman about dogs and such, when suddenly she goes, "Oh I wonder who he belongs to." I turned to see who she was talking about, and sure enough, there was Buddy, standing there like, "Hey, dogs I wanna play..."

I threw up my arms and said, "Buddy!" before putting my arms around him so he wouldn't run off while we waited for Tom to come out of the leasing office. He and Jake got on well. It was later when I was telling Mom about the incident that I found out that Jake and Buddy have had a couple of encounters and are more or less friends.

Within a minute, Tom comes out, looks right at us and smiles his toothy old man smile. He clipped the collar on Buddy, called him some affectionate old timer names that you'd probably hear on Sandlot or Little Rascals, then we said our goodbyes.

When I got home, I started thinking. About choices and fate and such as that. I mean, I could have taken Jake for a walk earlier, or waited until my Mom got home and had her take him. I could have taken a different route to walk Jake (even though I take the same one everyday). I really didn't have to talk to Tom when I was walking by.

I didn't have to kiss Hunter that day at lunch. I didn't have to make Rice Crispy treats that day Mom came home in a funk. I didn't have to join ROTC or go with Taryn to the lunch table. I could have said no to Jordan when he was trying to have sex with me. Hell, I could have just said no to Nick entirely. All kinds of things. My mom could have had an abortion. She could have said yes to Charlie all those times he asked her to marry him instead of marrying Dad.

So many thing. But then, I think to myself that it's best to put all that aside. Move forward.

Writer's Block: Star struck

eaglelaunch — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 00:31:18 GMT

Idol worship. People see these celebrities on TV and magazines ALL the time. And once they show face, they're suddenly perfect beings. Gods, angels, flawless marble creatures. Naturally, people want to be these people, to watch and study their every move, hoping that some of their greatness will rub off on them. These people become idols, super heros. They can do no wrong.

But if the angels fall, everyone watches. Some in shock, some in amusement. Such a perfect creature could be destroyed? How intriguing. It makes the celebrity all the more real, attainable, like us.

Writer's Block: Comfortably numb

eaglelaunch — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 23:12:45 GMT

My room. Definitely my room. My life is in here. All my clothes, my laptop, my sketch books, guitars, everything. I can just close the door, the windows, the blinds, and close my eyes. I'll turn on some music and lay back and chill. All my worries are left at the door, and if they still cling to me, I'll write them out of my system and into my diary. It's all so easy in my room.

Writer's Block: Remember that time…

eaglelaunch — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 02:52:14 GMT

The most embarrassing thing that happened to me. Well, I can't remember because I normally block out those memories so I don't accidentally remember. One continues to plow it's way back into the front of my brain, however, and that's the day that I was humped but a large Siberian Husky named Muddy.

Writer's Block: Pleasure, little treasure

eaglelaunch — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 17:09:03 GMT

A treasure. When I look around my room, I don't see anything of sentimental value. That's because my mom made me give it all away. We're very different people. She keeps moving forward, discarding her old "trash and junk", while I keep it, because I think it's special.

The only things that I can think would be nostalgic is in a pile at the top of my closet. A big stuffed bear from Valentine's Day 2009. That was also our Military Ball. He picked me up, opened the car door, and there it was sitting all fuzzy and fluffy and warm from the heat of the car. That night we got pulled over on base for a random car search. When it was done we made a joke about how they thought the bear had guns and drugs in it.

Let me see, now I have to look to see what's there. It's all from the same guy, too. I have two notes. Well, only one, but I know that there are two. I wonder where the other one went. Anyways, this one talks about my handwriting, his dirty pants, and apologizes for being late one day while we were dating. He was late to school, and since he doubled as my best friend, I was bored (and a little depressed). So I walked up and down the hallway with our mutual friend who's girlfriend was also really late. In the end, the bell rang and we both walked side-by-side all sad like until his girlfriend walked up. Then it was just me.

I also have a picture of him that I secretly printed out. The picture was from a drill meet (he's got the body to fit the uniform). The printing of the picture was done by my faithful flight sergeant and good friend who was in charge of photos in the ROTC unit. We connected a little more that day when she started telling me about how she and her boyfriend met and the way they are around each other. Those two are so in love.

"I love you so much I just want to hold you in my arms and fall asleep." He could be such a sap sometimes. This little scrap of paper was slid to me at a leadership program we went to a week in the summer. We weren't allowed to talk to each other let alone sit next to each other, but we always ended up sitting across from each other, which there was no rule against unless our commander (who was secretly dating the guy she always sat next to. Bitch.) separated us.

Then there's the card from the Valentine's Day 2010 carnation. I'm not big on flowers, so I wasn't sad when it died, but the note is what I wanted the most.

Then I have two pictures. One of him, myself, his mother, and our trusted ROTC instructor on the Dominator at King's Dominion. We stopped there on the way home from the D.C. trip. Until that day, he had never been to an amusement park, so I showed him the best time I could! I specifically remember getting on the Volcano and waiting for the launch in anticipation, with him right next to me the whole way, yelling and shouting in exhilaration. After the ride, we parked it and watched the launches afterward. He even took a video and put it on facebook. You can hear me, "OMG Hughes is in there!" and him saying, "HAVE FUN HUGHES!" then, "Hey, watch the launch... Helfter--" right before the launch sends a bunch of kids screaming in terror. :3 Then the camera shakes because I bumped him, going, "YES!". I wish I could show you the video, but for security reasons, I can't.

The second photo is from Military Ball 2010. It's the two of us, him in his uniform and me all dressed up. I'm smiling, but he's not. He never smiles with his teeth in pictures because he's self conscious of his teeth, but I loved his smile because he smiled with his whole face.

Another thing that isn't in the closet, but on me is a bracelet. He came over to visit when my grandma was here, and we all went to Charleston together. We went into this shop, and somehow, while I wasn't looking, he bought this bracelet for me. It's nothing extravagant, just a piece of black silicon with a metal slider on it. But I loved it all the same. We got in the car, and he pulled it out of his pocket and put in on my wrist.

I guess that's it. While we were dating, I obviously wore the bracelet, kept the pictures (all three) in my purse, and slept with the bear at night. He's got a picture of me on his phone of me sleeping with it and even though we aren't together, he refuses to delete it. But that's okay because I still have pictures of him, too.

Writer's Block: Take a (second) chance on me

eaglelaunch — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 02:12:31 GMT

I forgave a boyfriend. Well, actually it wasn't like that, at first. We gave each other a second chance. And I was miserable. We broke up again, but then about two months later, we were walking my dog. It was dark and I didn't want alone, so I called him, and without my even asking, he showed up on his bike to walk with me. Before I went inside, we sat outside and talked for a couple hours.

I don't remember what we were talking about, but I remember the rush of turning my head, and noticing that my nose was touching his. Or the way I melted when he rubbed my nose with his like he used to whenever he wanted to kiss me.

All those feelings came rushing back, but I didn't fall to them. He had to prove himself. And he did. It was just like old times. And it still is.

Journals

eaglelaunch — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 02:07:38 GMT

I've never really been able to actually keep a journal. Like, I'll start one when I really need someone to talk to (and have to resort to paper).