Getting to know me (that was supposed to be amusing...)
I'm starting over again, I've erased all the old entries.
It's very nice to meet you; Here's a little intro:
My name is Lena. Seaman Lena. That's right, I am in the US Navy. Right now I am learning Russian at the prestigious Defense Language Institute in beautiful Monterey, California. The class I started out in actually graduated last week. That was pretty hard to watch as it means I should now be a petty officer and on my way to Japan to be with my fiance. (oh yes, and I'm engaged. His name is Trevor, but you'll meet him later.)
So I was pulled out of class several months ago when I was accused of cheating. Thankfully my teachers and chain of command all knew me better than that and wanted me to stay so they actually petitioned (something that has NEVER been done here before) to put me back in class, which is where I am now.
I am not someone I would expect to be in the military and was even less so when I joined. I enlisted as a seventeen year old who didn't really know what else to do. I'm still proud of the choice I made, though it has deffinately changed my life. Heck, I even wear shoes now!
I'm from southern California where most of my family still lives. A frustrating not-so-fatherly father, a wonderful (though truth be told, not-so-motherly) mother, and one of two brothers. My other brother, an officer in the army, is currently living in Oklahoma. I recently saw the play.
Back home in SoCal I have a lot of terrififc friends most of whom seem to be slowly drifting away. I guess that is pretty normal, but it's tough to watch. Right now I'm focusing on keeping hold of the ones I need to survive. Mainly Cheryl. Cheryl is one of the most amazing people I've ever met. She has red hair, 'nuff said. She is that person you have enough one liner 'personal jokes' with, you could carry on an entire conversation and noone else would ever understand. She is amazing. I decided long ago that she is my one true soul-mate. Forget the future husband, Cheryl is the other piece of my soul, he's just a really good friend I happen to be in love with.
Speaking of which, now may be a good time to show you Trevor. Trev is a gifted Russian linguist who was asked to tutor me when I was a newbie. He did so and about three tutoring sessions later, I moved in. He is probably the last person in the world I would have EVER said I'd end up with, but we work. First of all, I'm attracted to assholes. Stupid assholes are even better. I like a guy who doesn't take life to seriously (this quality is usually expressed through tatoos, drinking ands drugs) and who doesn't pressure me into a steady relationship too quickly (i.e he's probably seeing other girls) but really shows he cares (translation: gets violent if I say another guys name. Trevor is smart, sweet, kind, serious and faithful. The only way in which he resembles my norm is in that he is older, 25.
I get scared sometimes. Panick because he's so stable. So not my type. I get bored. I want to make him fight with me. Show some emotion. You see, although Trev has no problem showing he cares, "bad" emotions terrify him. His brother actually abused his young wife thus cementing in Trev's mind the idea that he must never EVER get mad at me. He won't fight, won't get irritated, won't get upset. It makes me want to kick him.
Anyway, so Trev and I have been together for about a year (not terribly long, I know) and this past March he proposed to me while I was visiting in Texas. We wanted to wait awhile to marry, but when I was told that I was being pulled out of class we were nearly forced into doing it sooner than we had planned, in June, to be exact. Thankfully that wasn't necessary and we are now talking about doing it in November or December of 2004, after I graduate from a follow on class in Texas.
Hmmm.... Cheryl, Trevor, the Navy..... what am I forgetting? Those three are pretty much my life right now. It's hard to be away from Chmer and Trev both, really hard.
I recently joined the run team actually. Kinda funny since I SUCK at running and the team is actually for competing. But I am getting better, as I now run 5-6 days a week. Can you imagine, me? HA! I have a hard time believing it.
I'm bored. You must be even more so, if you are still even here. I think this is the worst entry I have ever written, a fabulous start! I'm going to get going now, but it was 'o-chen pree-yaht-no' or, 'very nice to meet you!' Current Mood: bored