Update on AF training:

GOOD NEWS! I'm done with my first block of instruction! *big sigh of relief*
BAD NEWS! Seven and a half more months to go 'til I'm done. *whimpers*

GOOD NEWS! Seven and a half more months to go 'til I'm done!
BAD NEWS! Only to get to my next base for more training. *whimpers* My brain is mush...

GOOD NEWS! Relief from brain mush! The schoolhouse is all backed up right now, so I have two weeks 'til I start the next block of instruction. So for two weeks, I'm pretty much just going into work to look pretty before bugging out ridiculously early for "PT".
BAD NEWS! That's a lot of PT.

GOOD NEWS! I promise to post something for you guys this weekend!
BAD NEWS! I bought the Sims 3, so if I don't post until midnight on Sunday, you'll know why.

*smooches*

Well, for the last 119 days, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning, got dressed as quietly as possible because lights out lasts until 4:55, went out for PT, came back, showered, went to chow, went to class from 0700 to 1700, went to dinner, went back to the dorms, did mandatory study time from 2000 to 2200, and passed out at lights out at 2300.

But this morning? I commissoned as a 2nd Lieutenant into the Air Force.

AHAHAHAHAH!!!!!

I rule.

I had such high hopes. I really wanted to finish the alphabet game before I left, but my last week was so ridiculously busy... I'm happy I could get out the ones that I did and bring you guys as close to the finish as possible. Only 4 letters and 5 reqs left (trust me, I can swing it). For those of you dying in curiousity (or really, just for you Nic, so you can continue w/o me) the final letters were going to be:

U is for Unit (for Quirkies)
X is for X-mas (for we-are-parallel)
Y is for... undetermined. I've narrowed it down to Yield, Yet, Yacht, or Youth (any way I slice it, it will be an Alec vs. Ben!fic for an anon person's request). Utimately, Nic may have to choose the prompt for Y.
Z is for Zoo (for sanaazy, and tvmaniac, and everyone else that wanted a daddy!Alec fic)

I'm sorry that you guys may have to wait until I'm out until I can finish up. :( And for the obvious hang-up on Castaway and WT? and WotC... Fingers crossed that I will be bursting at the seams with ideas by the time I'm free. :P

So, anyway, long story short: I sold my soul< swore in to the Active Duty Air Force today. I'm leaving out first thing in the morning, hence why I'm posting this crap tonight when I should be sleeping ^_^. Trust me... the time will go by much faster for you guys then it will for me. ^_^ Anyway, just wanted everyone to know that I LOVE you guys, you're all awesome, thanks for the encouraging words and the faithful reviews, and I'll see youse on the other side of February!

<3,
Seamagik

And for you too! My recruiter called today and finally gave me my Officer Training School class date! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! My life isn't stuck in limbo anymore! *tear* I'm so happy! I'm leaving on November 5th! 

You might ask, "Why, Seamagik, how could this possibly be good news for ME?" 

Well, A, as many of you have noticed, I haven't posted in 6 weeks, in part because of creativity sapping 10 hour shifts (so much so, that even on my three days off, I don't wanna do anything remotely resembling work), and in part because not knowing whether my eye waiver would come back okay and they'd let me into the military and give me a class date was kind of draining. I felt like my life was just kind of being wasted and it translated into kind of mild depression and no desire to write. I finally feel like my life is back on track and it results in a bouyancy of spirit... and I just wrote six pages for D in celebration. *smirks* Yay. Creativity problem=solved.

And B, knowing that I'll be leaving on November 5th for OTS... When I get there, you can bet your patooety that even though I'll have access to a laptop, I sure as heck won't have any time to be using it to write fanfiction! Which means in the next couple of weeks, I'm going to have to be a writing demon! Seriously. I don't want to leave too many unfinished projects sitting for three months while I take time out for life. 

So, good news for me. Good news for fans of my writing... (if there are any left besides Nic. :p ) And if you don't think that's good news.... Well... feel free to have some of my enthusiasm rub off one you. 

*ahem*

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
 You may continue on with your lives now. I'll be over here, enthusing between bouts of writing. Hee. Yay.

 So, it's done. Drove up to Nashville and officially sold my soul to the Air Force today. I got delayed in as a Sergeant which really doesn't mean much, because D.E.P.s aren't actually yet in the military. And I won't actually get my officer rank until I graduate from Officer Training School... but at least I'm sworn in. And I gotta say I love my new recruiter. He's done more for me in the past two weeks then that other guy did in five months...

Highlight of my day; being almost naked with four other girls. Why do we need to be almost naked for them to weigh us? I mean... I get it and all... but the awkward factor is a plus 1,000. 

In other news;

My sister is visiting from AZ and she's not allowed to anymore 'cuz I always spend ridiculous amounts of money when she's here... I added 3 new kung fu movies to my collection (my weakness) and another diet book 'cuz part of the awkward factor was the fact that I'd gained five pounds since my last weight entry and I'm pretty sure it's all in my ass... Stupid ass. Oh, and the health industry officially sucks. Every work out book in the world (not including Yoga which is so horribly boring and painful, I'd rather run, and I think some of you know how I feel about running) is like YEAAH! Get ripped! All you have to do is go buy this expensive weight machine! Woohoo. Let's not and say we didn't, although we didn't have to say anything anyway 'cuz my ass is doing all the talking for me. 

And Barnes and Nobles officially depresses me. Why can I spend copious amounts of time of fanfiction and yet be unable to come up with original characters and situations of my own? Random side path; Good news being that I managed to avoid buying yet another leather bound journal (another weakness. I'm just ripe with 'em.) Oh, Oh, Oh! And I officially hate Castaway (*blatant lie*). I used to love it, but I'm sick of the 1-5% of people telling me what should happen, and what annoys them, or what doesn't make sense, and so on.  First off, it's fanfiction. Secondly, I like my characters human with flaws and the 'Alec can do no wrong' is not at all how I was trying to make the last chapter come across, I was trying to illuminate the foibles of human nature and ingrained patterns, so stop calling my Maxie-poo a bitch. (*grumbles*) I know, I know, most people are content to roll with whatever I throw at 'em, but that minority is really starting to crawl under my skin. 

And now for something completely different; 

I wrote something ridiculously smutty for Week of the Cat. I lurve it. Okay, gonna go watch my Kung Fu, now. Bring on the vibrant red corn-syrup and limb removal! Next Castaway update out by the 16th. Week of the Cat out by next week. The supah sekrit challenge fic I'm working on with Nic... Well... you'll just have to wait and see.

Dang. Could this post have been any more all over the place? 

Excuse me while I put a vent in my spleen. 

I called my recruiter yesterday. Only to be told he was working out of Florence now, and once again, somebody else would be taking over my file. The guy was even like, "Oh yeah, I was gonna call you...." Chalk another one up for military efficiency, ladies and gentleman. I mean, coooooooooome on. I graduated from Uni a year ago, started this process about 10 months ago, got selected five months ago, and we've still yet hardly begun the process?! My life is being wasted here, people! ... And on top of that, I find out I have to drive three and a half hours again to go back to Montogomery 'cuz they screwed up not my first, but my second physical and they need to finish checking my eyes and get me a waiver... *sighs* Far from being angry at being jerked around (again) I'm just starting to feel... tired. And it isn't helped by the fact that I can't talk about it with my parents, 'cuz they use every feasible oppurtunity to break out the list of Why You Shouldn't Join the Military, or my friends, because most of them are in the military and so are equally divided upon the I Hate It/I Love It/Let Me Share My Experiences With You bandwagons.

Really, my mood isn't helped much by the fact that my feeling of burn out is extending into my hobbies; I can't write. I've got the ideas, but I sit down, and I just stare at the computer screen and can't will anything out past my fingertips. It's like I'm stuck in mental limbo. Ah well, other authors go on hiatus for months; maybe I can get away with it too. Failing that, someone fetch Five of Five and tell her to find me a carton of Red Bull.

Generally directed at Steph, Cat, and Lara, because I've always forced my fitness issues upon you lot. 

Soooo... I started (restarted, whatever, who's counting) interval training today. Y'know. Walk/run/walk/run to build up endurance. All the training I did earlier in the year must have worked somewhat because my butt (bastard, I loathe thee) doesn't hurt at all. And even though close to the end of the three miles I was about as red as a middle-aged man's Ferrari and would be unable to call anyone because I would be summarily hung up on amidst shouts of PERVERT! it really wasn't that bad. You want a good interval trainer, get Podrunner off of ITunes or Zune. It was great, music kept me moving, and the timing switches are already factored in so you don't have to curse at your IPod while figuring out how to put a timer upon each track... Erm. Yeah, back to the running. 12 hours laters and my legs are still happy and perky. Or... y'know. As happy and perky as legs can be. Let's just forget that and move on. 

Does someone want to explain to me why the hell my arms feel like they're going to fall off and my neck is stuck at an angle to reduce the ache that happens when I hold it upright? The only thing I can think of is that I froze my upper torso while I was running. But I was swingin' my arms... How the hell are you supposed... I just... Gah. *garbledygook*... Really, it's probably just that I'm a lazy slug and somehow, someway my body is going to find a way to punish me for exercising. Like, YEEEAAAAH! TAKE THIS, BITCH! That's what you get for running when you could be sleeping in/writing fanfiction/staring mindlessly at a wall! Hoo-AHH! (my body is a bit obnoxious, is true)

Right... sooooo... Interested in getting into running, check out the Podrunner Podcast on ITunes or Zune Marketplace... aaaaaaaand... Well, that's mostly it. The only other thing I've really got to say is the next time some cheeky, size 0 bastard tells me that running is 'fun'... well, no one can blame me for having them summarily shot. They deserved it.  

We left Huntsville at 3 in the morning so that we could get to Montgomery on time for my flight physical. Seamagik did not sleep that night, cuz she was terrified she'd sleep through her alarm and the recruiter would chew her ass. We arrived at Montgomery an hour before the hospital even opened up and two hours before I was actually due in for my physical.