For a pessimist I'm pretty optimistic...

As we get to the end of another year I realize that I've once again complained a lot on here about everything. Sure some things just suck, life doesn't work out exactly the way we wish it would, I made mistakes and had to learn some things the hard way (the only I know ;) but I'm sitting here on christmas day thinking; well I decided that even with all the stuff that went so horribly wrong this year (sarcasm) it was actually one of the best years of my life.

I'm not saying everything's going to go good from here on out but seriously I've had it so good I'm gonna start to get worried if my luck holds up like this for very much longer. Anyway, that's what I was just thinking about. Life's good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA2zwldojL0

Merry Christmas everyone...
-Owen

Merry Christmas...

Oh man...

You know, someone once said you can't hate something unless at one point you loved it.

Sure that makes sense, for instance I love my computer when it works and generally I'm pretty relaxed, however; this laptop is gonna die for what it's been putting me through. I honestly thing it was just like "Eh, it's been a week, I guess I'll start working again." What a piece of crap.

Turning 21, time to be a man.

My latest and greatest...

http://retrorazor.com/
Yeah, I bought a safety razor, some mug soap, one of those brushes, and a styptic pencil online. Once it arrived I went to the shop on post and bought a mug and I was set.
My first attempt at shaving like a man was pretty spotty, I mean I knew that was coming, all I got to shave off was my five o'clock shadow and whatever my old electric razor didn't get this morning. I guess I still haven't got the hang of shaving because my neck and my chin still feel really rough. However, I did get to use the styptic pencil, I could feel manliness in that sting.

There were more red dots than I thought. As you can see in this picture.

You know in home alone when he slaps on the aftershave and screams. It's based off of fact. That stuff stung worse than that pencil thing.

However, the pain paid off, now my face has a pleasant aroma. I'm confident that taking the extra five minutes each morning to perform this ritual of manhood will somehow please the manhood Gods. Up there wearing plaid, cutting down trees, killing mountain lions with their bare hands, fighting ninjas, and riding across the deserts, shooting stuff. Yeah, I know they're proud of what I did today.
Clarification.

-Owen "I'm changing my name to Paul in honor of becoming a man" Morrill

My First Day in the Big House

Pentagon

duh...

Yeah so I went to the Pentagon. I ate lunch right there in the middle, they've got this little place with just about anything you could want to eat or drink. Since I was hungry but I was thirsty... I must've drank at least sixteen mountain dews.

Heh. Sweet.

Dashboard good, rock band bad.

DASHBOARD SHOW

That's right, I broke my two year long crappy record of not seeing Dashboard. Last time I went was with Steve and Meg and Meg drank her code red too fast and got sick. Plus the awesomeness of Dashboard playing live almost blew her mind. But we persevered and had a good show. Even though Chris had taken to wearing a fedora-like hat, had trimmed his sideburns and somehow lost his F-ing jacket. Lame. I'm talking about the one he wore the night I saw him play at Brick's in Salt Lake, with Steve,

Sidenote, Steve, any show you're not at sucks.

That show in Bricks cost us $13 a person. I paid $40 this time. Another Lame deal. Oh and I'm never playing rock band or guitar hero again. Ever. And here's why, Dashboard didn't headline. Yeah, Panic did. I'll never forgive the rock band hosers for that.

Dashboard good, Rock Band bad.
But I did get to see Dashboard live. And afterward I took a picture of the empty parking lot with Rogge's camera. I'll eventually have to put that up with a "No one likes Rock Band" underneath.

Chris had his faithful fedora again this time around. Sideburns were trimmed even higher to where he was almost unrecognizable. What gave it away was when he began singing, and since it was a lame front for Rock Band and not a real show they played all their most mainstream songs. I was holding out for a reall quiet moment to yell out "DROWNING!" in the hope that they'd take pity on me and play the song. Alas, they actually were done so fast I was left wanting. But I understand, all hail Rock Band and not Dashboard. Psh, yeah right. I had to be physically restrained from attacking the best buy dude that was there. I also blame Best Buy.

So, voice hoarse and spirits much improved, we jetted before the horror of watching something as lame as to call themselves panic, which although appropriate because I, in fact, do panic when I hear anything from them come on. We got ourselves out and just in the nick of time too. And after Dane sat and talked on the phone to a girl named Samantha in Germany... no kidding, I'm not making that up, we finally headed home blaring a mix we made a few months back and me singing myself even hoarser. This morning when I woke up I could barely speak and my voice was all gravelly. It was cool.

That's about it, had a good time, Rogge's good company. And I guess about the whole fedora and rock band and 13 year olds and crap, well, Bob Dylan said it when he wrote "The times, they are a changin'." Yeah Bob, they are. They sure are...
-Owen

Armageddon

I just had a quick thought, if you take the world I live in, take away my option for prayer in schools, hell, tell me the world is going to end if so and so gets elected. That global warming is going to kill us.. blah blah blah... I got a response for you.



I can pray anywhere at anytime, if you cut out my tongue I'd pray with whatever I have left. If so and so gets elected the world won't end because I'm here, I've got friends and that elected official better do his f-ing job because if he doesn't me and my friends are going to don red sashes and forcibly make things right again. I'm an American, I've got my own conscience about what's wrong and what's right. So don't tell me horror stories or get worked up over who gets elected because I have no fear that if things did actually get that bad I would stand the hell up and try to make them right again and I guaran-f-ing-tee you I wouldn't be alone.

So calm the hell down, we made this country, you could destroy every last building, home, take away all that we've got and I'd get out tools and start building again. That's what it comes down to, for all of you people who are insecure about the future I'm telling you, that f-ing future better be afraid of me. And hell, I guess I wouldn't mind a good fight, even if I lost I'm pretty confident I'd take a good number with me.

That's what I have to say to that, yeah it might sound a little fatalist, but why not? Bring it, that's my motto, that and everyone wang chung tonight...
-Owen "I'll F You Up" Morrill

The Idea

So I couldn't fall asleep last night. After one day back in the swing of things I was absolutely sure of two things; First, I can't wait here another two years with a way out like I have, re enlisting. And Second, I need to do something that'll mesh my present to my future. Some career that I can really wrap my head around.

Nothing, I went back and forth, roaming the internet for some sort of "Oh yeah, that's it right there!" Not the case. I looked at every job the US Army has to offer and yeah, I was interested in a few, and I knew I could do them pretty well. But, I don't wanna stay in the military and I don't wanna work on helicopters the rest of my life.


Oh, the pictures? They're just there because the last two posts didn't have any.

Anyway, it's past two o'clock in the morning and I'm still as restless and crapped out as I was around nine. I have to get up at five thirty and I'm gonna be pretty busy all day. Then bam.

National Geographic.

Ah! So that thought drops into my head and it's like I struck oil, everything I know about national geographic points towards it being a good time. It's like part journalism, part anthropology, archaeology, photography, travel, history. It's the mother-flippin world! Right?

So that's the plan for now, I'll probably re-enlist and become a journalist for the army just to get some sort of experience for later on in life. And BAM! like I was just telling Megan, now I've got short term AND long term goals.

And here's a picture of me getting totally had by the squirrels and chipmunks of the Thompson wildlife management area in Virginia. Lame.

My Y button isn't working like it should... lame.

Peace
Owen

If you thought parachuting was cool...

Dude, up until this week I was certain that it'd be hard to top going parachuting but no. Hardly a couple weeks later it was outdone. By Steve and Megan.

The piano joke on saturday after going to the movie and before going to dinner that had me laughing so hard I couldn't breathe definitely outdid jumping out of a plane. I'm not lying, it was that great. I'd relate to you how great it was but alas, unlike my last post, this one you'd just had to have been there. Some things can only be experienced.

My week was improved even moreso by the appearance of Ben, Sarah, and Jayci who had been in colorado til sunday night. Getting to see Jayci was another big highlight, last time I saw her she was Meh, didn't really mind who was holding her, basically still a baby and all. This time was different by leaps and bounds, I'm surprised she wasn't on her cell phone/late for a class, she just looked older, she could immediately tell that I wasn't a regular around the house.

So for the first few minutes I stared at her and she stared right back. Which was alright with me because then it was pretty much fair, you know, I bet she gets stared at alot. So anyway, we all went to dinner with Steve and Meg, Mom, Dan and Chris, Kayla and her friend. Shardon and Sam came along as well.

I haven't put any pictures up because I'm on my parents computer, so pictures will come later.

I've blown a good couple hundred dollars on ammo since I've been home. Can we say Glorious. Capitalized and all. It was awesome, but no, I won't tell about them til I can put pictures up. Steve, Meg, it's all good, I'll be back soon. I mean I'm not leaving right now. That goes for everyone, in fact in a mere like... 682 days I'll be back for good. So don't sweat it, I'll miss you guys too but years are flying by faster and faster for me, if you don't stop and smell the gunpowder every once in a while, or watch something get blown to bits and pieces, you're gonna miss ...stuff.

...where'd I put my rifle...
-Owen

What parachuting feels like...

So I waited for five hours all rigged up, my helmet, parachute, reserve parachute, rifle case under my left arm, rucksack dangling off my beltline in front of my knees. The harness shed where all four hundred and sixty something of us sat and waited in near silence. I say near silence because we were supposed to be quiet and weren't supposed to sleep, we did both a little bit but pretty much followed the rules.

It finally got dark outside, seven thirty at night the C130 fired up out behind the shed, props catching all that air and everyone on my bench grew smiles because we knew that meant we were close to our last jump. I smiled and nodded at my buddy, we both looked outside and tried to think of what it was gonna be like jumping out of an airplane with nothing but the moonlight to see by.

We finally filed out to the plane, bright eyed despite being about fourteen hours into our workday already. The prop blast walking behind the plane was awful, tasted like fuel and dirt and burned the back of my throat when I breathed in. Got inside and jammed our way to our seats, no room between the benches facing each other, the black hat had to run across our rucks strapped on our laps to get to the back and count everyone out. I was number 3 on the second pass.

After we flew for an enormously longer amount of time than the previous four jumps they finally called out the ten minutes mark. I smiled pretty big, the green lights in the plane reflected off of helmets and men and gear and I was about to hurl myself out of a plane going about 120 knots 1250 feet off the ground.

We stood up after the first stick had jumped, I was close enough to the door that I could see tiny dots of orange lights, streetlamps, passing pretty quickly beneath us. The red light on the jump door was glaring. The green light was even more so.

"GO!"

And we went, one, two, three, then me. I planted my left foot on the ledge, jumped off it and kicked with my other leg. The prop blast grabbed me and threw me behind the plane, the moon jounced and flew all over my field of vision and then bam... I was floating hundred of feet above the earth, a nice green canopy above me. I could see the drop zone sliding away to my front and left so I slipped towards it hoping to stop me from swinging back and forth like I was. The wind was steady but nothing crazy.

Relatively good I relaxed a little bit, looked out across all the lights and trees and stars and big empty sky, all the other dark forms suspended by green canopies. I looked down and seeing no one beneath me I dropped my rucksack, it fell to the end of the ten foot hook pile tape lowering line, I grabbed for the weapons case quick release... didn't find it, kind of panicked, looked some more, the ground below seemingly getting closer and closer... grabbed some more to no avail.

"Remember if you forget to drop your ruck or your weapons case or in fact, both, pull your two-riser slip and ride it out..."

So that's what I did, however many feet away from the ground I shrugged, let go of the weapons case, grabbed my two front risers and pulled them down to my reserve. They tell you to pull them to your name tape level, well farther down the better I figured, it was supposed to slow your fall.

THUD!

My rucksack hit the ground, I tensed my legs thinking "GROUND" then relaxed when it took longer than a second to hit. I PLF'd (Parachute Landing Fall) like a champ and could only feel the bruise that had been building up on my left side since the first week. I don't remember if I landed on the weapons case, I must have but I didn't sustain any injury from doing so. Oh well huh?

Then I did three things, said "And that's 5" out loud, kissed the ground while my head still hummed from the being in the plane, and lastly thanked God that I'd made it safely through all five jumps. Then I just laid there knowing that I probably wouldn't get to experience this again in my lifetime and that I should take some time to appreciate it. I did.

I gathered all my stuff and then realized I had no idea which way I was supposed to go to get back to everyone. So I found the nearest dude walking and went with him. Fortunately he spotted a set of red lights off in the distance about a half mile away, the opposite side of the drop zone, and we aimed for them, they turned out to be the brake lights on the bus.

It took us a while to get back and halfway there the C130 came flying over, dropping another 30 men to the ground. They drifted right in our direction so we stopped and watched to make sure we didn't get landed on or caught up in someone's chute. A guy was dropping about thirty feet in front of us, my buddy hollered at him to pull his slip.

THUD!

We both kind of chuckled because, we had told him to pull his slip...

"AHHHH!!!"

That went on until we came up on him and asked him what was up, he said he landed all wrong on his leg but it wasn't broken. So we shrugged and he got up, then we parted ways. Hey you gotta do what you gotta do right? And yes, plenty of women made it through jump week, most without injuries, actually I don't think the women that did jump sustained any injuries. I heard one chick was booted from the plane. The jumpmaster told her he was going to sit her down and when she let go of the doorframe he literally kicked her out of the plane. Hey, it worked.

A couple of guys broke legs, one marine officer broke his ankle, there's plenty of people limping, including me. We got to the place where we meet up, I checked in, ate some food then I pulled all my equipment close to me and fell asleep. I woke up around twelve thirty, absolutely freezing, my ankle had taken that time to build up all it's hate and energy at having been abused the last couple of weeks and throbbed like crazy and if I moved it wrong it shot pain up my leg that was sharp enough to kind of irritate me.

We finally loaded onto the bus and headed back to the harness shed. I stowed my gear, checked in my reserve chute then we formed up again and waited for our 2 buses to ferry all four hundred and some of us back to the barracks. It was 2 in the morning when I got back but all we'd eaten the last three days were crappy MRE's and Jimmy Deans so me and my buddies went down to a place called Krystal and ate some really crappy burgers they said were awesome. Dude's, they were crappy burgers. But the company was good.

Around four o'clock I finally got back and fell asleep, still feeling pretty good about my pretty sweet accomplishment.

So as best as I can describe it that's what parachuting feels like...

-Owen

Come on, 2 months is not that long.

So the last time I wrote on here was the first of august, it's already like my journal, the last post I wrote in there I still spelled all of my E's backwards. But hey, enough about... me, heh, just kidding. It's all about me. That's why you're here again.

Sorry about the wait, I've been busy you know, working... riding my motorcycle... eating... sleeping... playing on the internet. Oh and going to airborne school, suckers. That's right come next week uncle dennis and I can make fun of everyone in the family for being nasty legs. I think I'm going to find him at the wedding just so we can do that, make fun of you guys. I hope you don't mind because there's nothing you can really do about it. I mean really, being airborne is so outrageously sweet your eyes will probably hurt if you get to close.

My ankle is swollen, I kind of don't like admitting that but it hurts and this is my blog. I kept track I've ran a total of almost ten miles on this swollen ankle. I'm not gonna lie if they weren't so slow here I would've been in a lot of trouble.

That's about it for this little update, I've gotta call kayla and say hi before I go to bed.

AIRBORNE!

Myspace, Facebook, now Blogger... My internet career is flourishing.

You probably can't call this a career but that's the beauty of this being my blog; I can say whatever I want. I just looked through Ben and Sarah's blog and all those pictures of Jayci, she's adorable, no worries Jayci, I'm coming home the end of september. It's been a long wait for me too.

Oh yeah, that picture up there? We went down to Fort A.P. Hill to do some rifle qualification and stuff. Anyway, I was sitting on my bunk putting my rifle back together and my buddy's like "Morrill!" and as I looked he snapped that picture. I like it, reminds me of that one picture of Einstein sticking his tongue out. Sweet tan huh?



Best picture ever.







Well, that's pretty good for a start. Now that you know I'm here, peace.