:: 2003 23 November :: 11.14 pm
:: Mood: optimistic

Night Shift In Spain
For those who dont know, you can write me @:
SRA Sweat, Teresa A / DEPLOYED
496 ABS / 165 APS
PSC 62, GEN DEL
APO AE, 09643

fun fun fun

2 Spoke | You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 11 November :: 2.28 pm
:: Mood: sick

Last Night
OK, having regained my senses, I think I can pretty accurately account what happened last night. So I was all amidst my cleaning and making packing lists when Tim called and wanted to do something. Dominic from high school, AKA Peewee, who I mainly knew from orchestra was back in town after being of a naval ship for the last 8 months. We went to his house to see what he was up to and his mom told us a bar to go find him at. So we found he, his father and his sister and had a few drinks. They were all having what Dominic's father liked to call girlie drinks. I had my Jim and ginger. His dad was all flirting with the waitresses and then his sister somehow picked a fight with some lesbians. So we decided to go to another bar, after which we were informed not to bring his dad around anymore because he called some fag a fag and it upset the dude. So then we went to the Sports Fan, which started as a chinese place, then was a bbq place, and now it's a bar. It has more business than it ever did and it's still owned by the chinese dude. So needless to say, The game wasnt on their TVs and they were playing a hideous selection of music that included ABBA, the Eagles, and some country all mixed together. We had had some shots earlier and then we did some more. Then we all tied cherry stems in knots. I had a few more whiskey drinks. Tim didn't drink much, as he was the DD, and taking care of me. Dominic had had a lot of vodka and cranberry, and aparently 8 months on a ship will make you a horny man. I was getting kinda drunk and i'm talking to Tim and Dominic is all feeling up on my hand trying to casually grope me. All the while i'm making these faces at Tim. Giving him the "save me" look. Because really, I have a boyfriend that i'll never forget about, and Ew... it's Dominic. So we finally leave, and hop in the truck, where He insists on sitting in the back seat with me so he's all trying to kiss me and i'm pushing his hands off me. Tim, somehow reading my mind goes to Dominic's house first to get him the hell away from me. I kept telling Dominic to go and he kept trying to get me to let HIM drive me home. HELLS NO. So we finally get rid of him and Tim takes me home. I had to thank him for all that. He called me this morning to say that after I left Dominic called him asking for my number. Tim gave him the wrong phone number on purpose. Now THAT'S friendship. So I pooped out last night. I hardly remember collapsing onto the bed. I awoke around 6 am sick to my stomach. I didnt think it was such a big deal. But then I started throwing up. For the next two hours. Around 8:30 am I hit the sack again. I got up only an hour ago feeling better compared to this morning. I had hit that bump where you don't want to throw up anymore and then you're just really hungry. Ah, the course of a hangover. And then there's the feeling where you never want to drink again. Then a couple weeks later you really want a beer. I hope i'm not an alcoholic. Oh. Also, one of those shots had some Jager in it. It wasn't too bad. But I wouldn't do it again.

So that's the story. I figured it's been a long time since my journal has seen a good yarn. Also, i'm glad that I've got people around like Tim to watch my back.

1 Spoke | You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 5 November :: 10.58 pm

Sprint called today to thank me for being such a good and faithful customer.

READ: "Thanks for giving us all your money Teresa"

In other news i'm going to see Sheldon this weekend. We've been seeing more of each other than ever before, especially considering we're 4 hours apart. I felt bad he came down last weekend and I was fine, but then i got all sick and hurty and he had to take care of me. I'm such a party pooper. I never did mention that he got a journal on here. So, yay and warm welcome goes to the best boyfriend a girl could have.

1 Spoke | You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 6 October :: 3.58 pm
:: Mood: mellow
:: Music: Ash

You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 22 September :: 1.05 am

I'm bruised and bitten. All over. I think there's a serious lack of iron in my diet or something because i'm brusing for no good reason. Like I barely hit my knee on the desk. Bruise. There's one on the top of my thigh that I dont even know where it came from. The mosquito bites are everywhere too. The secret is to keep my room fairly cold. I left the window open last night and it was really cool and I didnt get bit much. When it's cold outside and you shut the window and then it gets warm in the room... they thrive in there.


Sgt Britt is so hot.

he told me to write about him. So there.

1 Spoke | You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 19 September :: 4.41 am

i've got 4 more days in Germany. We got the call that there is another deployment coming up starting october 1. They're taking volunteers now... I dont know how many slots there are. They said if they cant get volunteers then they're just going to have to pick people or something. It's 60 days so I didnt volunteer. I dont mind if they send me but I'm waiting until everyone else says no. It'll be cutting it too close to christmas, and I wanted to go home with Sheldon. I dont know what to do. It seems like for a year i've been saying: "well i'll do this and then i'll come home and everything will be back to normal again" ... NORMAL!? I dont think I remember what normal is anymore! I've been away from 'normal' too long. I dont know what I should do.

i've been hurting myself a lot lately. It's not good for my health. I'm not going to let this happen again.

My sweater smells good.

84 Spoke | You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 16 September :: 3.17 am

It's funny how one little thing can set you off.
Playboy wants Wal-Mart women
Read the article

So what got me was the comment:
"We knew that this would be a very provocative thing for us to do," said John Thomas, editor of Playboy.com. "Wal-Mart has a conservative corporate image and we knew they wouldn't be thrilled. But we're hoping that the company will be pleased once they see how fun the pictures are and how empowered the women at Wal-Mart feel."


So posing nude for a magazine is supposed to make women feel empowered? Any other reason would have been fine with me. Like maybe all the chicks are really hot. Or giving the girls a chance at more money maybe? But really, empowerment? No offense, but I think if a woman is going to be empowered by that then her standards are too low. Rather she could be empowered by being a highly paid corporate executive, or renowned writer or performer or something. Not just like "hey everyone likes me because I took my clothes off and let them look." I dont care how tasteful playboy is about it. I could get the same thing for free walking around the red light district in Frankfurt.

ok. I'm done.

*imnotafeminist, imnotafeminist, imnotafeminist, imnotafeminist, imnotafeminist.*

oh yeah... this one too.
government pot is 'disgusting'

2 Spoke | You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 7 September :: 7.29 am

I like your shoes
I'm so so sick of wearing boots. When I get home I think i'd like to never see boots of any kind again. Oh except for those camo converse boots. Those are neat. But other than those, never again. I want to wear cute shoes. I want to wear my pink Dr. Martens. I would like to wear sandals. My feet want to see the sun. Maybe i'll go barefoot. Think of the possibilities!

You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 2 September :: 1.08 am
:: Mood: amused

Things you may not know about Teresa:
· When you send Teresa email, she likes to edit it for spelling and grammar.

· Sometimes she likes to pretend that she is in a music video. She sings into a hairbrush and dances in front of a mirror... naked.

· There is a vending machine in the pax terminal that is notorious for not dispensing drinks. You can get your change back and try again until you get one... and then still get your change back. Teresa never pays for drinks.

· May not be the neatest person in the world, but about three times a year wants to obsessively clean everything in sight. She also always wants to clean things for everyone else.

· Lives by the idea that: "Anything you can do, I can do better"

· Likes to go on adventurous outings so that she'll have more funny stories to tell later.



And now in the words of Strong Bad, "It is my intentions to sit down and play video games for several hours"

You can't make me talk!

:: 2003 23 August :: 5.48 am
:: Mood: depressed

I'll admit it. I'm lonely. There's not much at home but I miss it. I miss Sheldon. It's strange being so far from someone you love. I mean we're far away from each other even when I'm home. We only see each other like once maybe twice a month when one of us makes the long drive to where ever the other is. But now it's even worse, because not only can I not see him, but I cant even hear his voice. So the plan is i'm going to get a phone card and call DSN to georgia... then from there get an outside line at the base and use the card to call south carolina.

You can't make me talk!