http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:coyotie&section=today deviantART RSS for by:coyotie en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:45:25 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28929603/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28929603/ Sun, 13 Dec 2009 18:42:33 PST
It's a history final that has OVER 1000 TERMS that have to be memorized. Oh, and after doing some more math, I realized that maybe that's because it covers 402,000 YEARS of history. Frickin Sweet! You know why? Huh? Ask me why that's so awesome! Ask! Ask! IT'S AWESOME...

...BECAUSE IT'S A FILL-IN-THE-BLANK TEST WITH NO WORD BANK!!!

My other final is Japanese, and for once in my life I really don't care very much about that one any more. I hate the class, and the department, and the teacher, and all of my incentive to continue was stripped from me when I got denied the opportunity to participate in an immersion program this summer. So screw you, Japanese. One more semester and I'll have my minor and I'll never have to utter your ugliness again.

Just kidding. You're not that bad.

But no, really. I hate you.

The good news is, even though my OWN DEPARTMENT REJECTED ME, I found a teacher (specifically a Colonel who's the Director of Staff to the Dean) who took up the slack. So, thanks to the Dean's staff for offering me a different, BETTER opportunity: a cultural immersion trip to Eastern Europe (notably Auschwitz).

So suck it, Foreign Language Department.

JUST FOUR MORE FINALS AND THEN I CAN GO HOME.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28911723/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28911723/ Sat, 12 Dec 2009 21:37:49 PST
The USAFA network just blocked Facebook, Hulu, and Pandora.

Among others. Last time I checked LastFM was blocked, too. In fact, I've only found three websites that DO work...I have nothing left to live for. *sobs*

I'll be damned if I decide to use my new freetime to go jogging in the negative 30 degree windchill, and I'm almost out of books to read...

IT'S NOT FAIR...IT'S NOT LIKE WE HAVE LIVES TO FALL BACK ON HERE. We're trapped on a friggin military base in Siberia.

AND THE FUCKING HEATER IN MY ROOM IS BROKEN.

EDIT: Lo,communication from THE MAN:

"Due to finals this week and the following, 10 CS has restricted network traffic to just official traffic. Network traffic configuration will be restored once all testing has been completed. "

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28773620/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28773620/ Sat, 05 Dec 2009 19:21:01 PST
Normally I change my hair. That's easy to do, right? Every different color, all sorts of crazy haircuts (although they're all short...can't do much to add length on a whim), changing the part and the way I style it and the products I use and whether it's straight or curly...but there's only so far you can go in one medium, right?

So anyway, I had one tattoo and five piercings until yesterday. I love my tattoo, but I also like having the chameleon thing going on, being able to look like a lady when I'm dressed and a badass when my shirt's off. In that vein, I figured this time (when my little internal alarm bell went "TIME TO CHANGE") I would get a piercing instead. Up until now they've all been ear piercings, and I can't really do that anymore because of uniform regulations. So yesterday I opted for something different! Exciting! A new color of paint on the canvas!

The pain doesn't really bother me, at least not getting a piercing. I'm so used to needles that I think I could get one put through my eye and I'd just shrug it off. But the residual hurt is a little annoying.

But, lo, good news! Two of my BFF guy friends wanted to go shooting today and they took me along. We drove up into the mountains...while we were out there shooting, some other people showed up too...soon it was a veritable party of arsenal. Between all of us there were sniper rifles, assault rifles, shotguns, and handguns...if the zombie apocalypse had happened right there and then, we would've won.

I had such a good time though, and now I smell like gun grease, and I've decided that next month I'm going to buy an AK-47. No big deal. I'm just gangsta like that.

I'ma hafta keep finding new mediums for my life canvas, yo.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28686744/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28686744/ Tue, 01 Dec 2009 08:27:59 PST
...this quiz makes me feel like I have a boring life...

RULE 1
You can ONLY say Guilty or Innocent.

RULE 2
You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone comments you and asks! (Don't hesitate if you got something to ask!)

Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your journal , delete my answers, type in your answers.


Kissed one of your DA friends?
Innocent

Danced on a table in a bar?
Innocent

Ever told a lie?
Guilty

Had feelings for someone whom you can't have?
Guilty

Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
Innocent

Kissed a picture?
Innocent

Slept in until 5 PM?
Innocent

Fallen asleep at work/school?
Guilty

Held a snake?
Guilty

Been suspended from school?
Innocent

Worked at a fast food restaurant?
Innocent

Been fired from a job?
Innocent

Done something you regret?
Guilty

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?
Guilty

Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Guilty

Kissed in the rain?
Innocent

Sat on a roof top?
Guilty

Kissed someone you shouldn't?
Innocent

Sang in the shower?
Guilty

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
Guilty


Slept naked?
Innocent

Had a boxing membership?
Innocent

Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
Innocent

Donated Blood?
Guilty

Eaten alligator meat?
Innocent

Eaten cheesecake?
Guilty

Still love someone you shouldn't?
Guilty

Have/had a tattoo?
Guilty

Liked someone, but will never tell who?
Guilty

Been too honest?
Guilty

Ruined a surprise?
Guilty

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated so you couldn't walk afterwords?
Innocent

Erased someone in your friends list?
Guilty

Dressed in a woman's clothes (if your a guy) or man's clothes (if your a girl)?
Guilty

Joined a pageant?
Innocent

Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
Innocent

Had communication w/ your ex?
Innocent

Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?
Innocent

A total stranger treats you by paying your jeepney/tricycle fare?
Innocent

Get so angry that you cried?
Guilty

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
Innocent

Thought about suicide?
Guilty

Thought about murder?
Guilty

How about mass murder?
Innocent

Tried illegal drugs?
Innocent

Rode in a stranger's vehicle?
Guilty

Stalked someone?
Innocent

Been so drunk that you forget things that happened while you were intoxicated?
Innocent

Had a girlfriend/boyfriend?
Innocent

In love?
Guilty

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28479227/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28479227/ Fri, 20 Nov 2009 23:40:13 PST I leaned on an iron and it was hot enough that I didn’t feel it burning at first

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
Nothing…it’s against the rules

3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?
I don’t think so…

4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
Everything – especially classic rock and electronica

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
No idea

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
Sleep

7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?
Home…my dogs!

8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)?
My bed

9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?
5'4”

10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
No

11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
No

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
A boy...boys suck

13. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?
Failure…how cliché!

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
I tend not to care, though I’ve always been fond of dark hair

15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF PROPOSING?
Nowhere

16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?
Both! AT THE SAME TIME!!

17. FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING(s)?
Mm…anything

18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
A bullet (jk!)

19. FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME?
Green? And black and gray and…

20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?
No, but I’ve eaten a minnow…

21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?
An art teacher in grade school invested in me by giving me a portfolio

22. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?
Fuck that

23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
Unfortunately, no

24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?
The free one

30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
11

31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Brunettes

32. FAVORITE QUOTE?
"I have never let my schooling interfere with my education." - Mark Twain

33. FAVORITE PLACE?
Anywhere, but preferably near water

34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?
Yep, a bunch

35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?
Being emo, insomnia

36. HAVE YOU EVER MET SOMEONE FAMOUS?
Yep…Maria Shriver bought me breakfast last spring

37. FIRST JOB?
I was a flower wench at my state Renaissance Festival

38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
Nah

39. DO YOU THINK EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A SOULMATE?
I hope, but I doubt too

40. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?
Trying not to fall asleep in my aeronautical engineering class

41. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?
Only for my wisdom teeth

42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
Um…saying smart things?

43. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?
Yep

44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
My family

45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT AND THEIR NAMES?
2 or 3, classic names

46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Nope

47. WHAT IS THE BIGGEST TURN OFF OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Stupidity, arrogance, lack of empathy

48. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU LIKE(D) ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL?
Learning

49. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?
Lots…usually cheapest but right now color-safe (so my color doesn’t fade!)

50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
Yes. It looks like a secret code

51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Roast beef!

52. ANY BAD HABITS?
Not sleeping, ingesting massive quantities of stimulants (they go hand in hand)

53. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON?
Not usually

54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Um…this question defeats itself. If I were a different person I wouldn’t make the same decisions…if I could guess what I would do as a different person, I wouldn’t be a different person…

55. DO YOU AGREE WITH FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?
No, not personally, though I respect everyone else’s right to

56. DO LOOKS MATTER?
Not really

57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?
Music, drawing, exercise, reading, walking REALLY REALLY FAST AND ANGRILY

58.WOULD YOU RATHER GAIN 58 POUNDS OR LOSE 58 POUNDS.
Neither! If I did the former I’d be unable to do the things that keep me going, but the latter would kill me

60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
Velociraptor

61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?
Lots, including all my bosses and subordinates, and various offices that I need appointments with all the time

62.WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A LITTLE KID?
I can’t remember clearly, but I think so

63. Do you use sarcasm?
Oh, all the fuckin time

64. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND... ]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28443015/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28443015/ Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:34:58 PST
"People.

If you're like me, and you enjoy any form of lifeexperiential that isn't spoon-fed to you over Big Voice and through drugs in Mitch's poultry, you know we need this. There's a group of us who have tried in various different ways and forms to institute a cadet art club at USAFA, all of which have taken a metaphorical beating from the system over and over again. Whether we WANT one or NEED one is up to the individual, but I believe we DESERVE one anyhow. You feel me?

I mean, heck, we even have a Magic: the Gathering & Yu-gi-oh card club. Why on earth should it be so hard to make an ART CLUB?

Some ideas have been volleyed back and forth amongst this desperate group of art junkies...some of which are earnest, some of which are illegal, but all of which revolve around the nonlinear progression of human understanding and the glorious expansion of the mind and soul. Or something thereabouts. In any case, these ideas have one blessed commonality that may save us all: at least at USAFA,at least now, there is no rule against meeting in large groups in our spare time. Although I've heard that may constitute a conspiracy at other prestigious institutions.

Conspiracy not-withstanding, they can't stop us from getting together and rejoicing in the world of art on our own. And as with all lemming behavior at this place, the more the merrier.

I propose the informal institution of a Cadet Art Club, or CAC as it has become equally informally known, a sort of Dead Poets Society of the Cadet Wing (kudos to Neco for the recommendation).

This has been extremely thinly thought-out, since I'm writing this in immediate response to a cry for justice from a friend (to whom this meant a lot). Instead of writing my 10-page history paper that's due on Friday. Some ideas I think we can play with are collecting a minimal fee from interested parties if the board supports it, which can be used to put together evenings out or, even better, food. Even without funding, we could...have movie nights in the Winchester (don't ask)...showings of art films...going to cultural/art festivals...attending local seminars...enrolling in weekend pottery classes...organizing trips to the Denver Art Museum (which entails fabulous cuisine)...recruiting guests/local artists to teach us nifty tricks...learning to cook in the Oasis...and, of course, exhibitions/get-togethers/general-camaraderie with just us cadets.

Last year we even tried issuing a weekly assignment to encourage people to participate...because, as we all know, the only way to get cadets to do anything is to send out a syllabus. And even that often doesn't work.

Ultimately, this has been a long, drawn-out, Monster-fueled call to anyone who feels that their life here may be missing some abstraction. Comment if you'd be interested and willing to join the USAFA non-official cadet art club. The Dead Poets Society/Dead Pilots Society of the Hill...hey, we got a new coffee shop, now anything's possible.

...now MAKE IT REAL."

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28233328/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28233328/ Mon, 09 Nov 2009 09:09:34 PST
I can't even get up in the morning anymore unless I have, like, three energy shots and a cup of coffee or two. And that just lasts me until my afternoon nap.

BUT IT MEANS THAT I'M ALSO PERMANENTLY WIIIRRRRRREEEDDDDD

It's hard to draw ever when your hands are always shaking.

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28039293/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/28039293/ Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:35:36 PDT

...I guess that means I have to draw something special. WHICH IS GOOD BECAUSE I JUST FINISHED MY DAMN AERONAUTICAL ENGINEERING PAPER. Because, yes, even as a junior in college we build balsa wood gliders.

P.S. I just found out one of my favorite bands (The Black Keys - modern blues/rock) is collaborating with a bunch of big-name rappers to make a ROCK/HIP-HOP ALBUM under the title of Blakroc. I'M SO EXCITED. The talent, the talent! I'm not a big fan of hip-hop on its own, but even I can appreciate the musical value of it. I don't know why no one's pulled it off successfully yet...you'd think the idea would have been done right before...? But whatever. I LOVE THE BLACK KEYS. Listen to the first song off the album here, featuring Mos Def and Jim Jones: [link]

---shameless plug - end---

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/27366566/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/27366566/ Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:00:48 PDT
]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/27219105/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/27219105/ Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:15:06 PDT Every year at about this time I start to get happier, just this little tiny buzz in my shoulders that tells me the world should start to smell like macintosh apples…the bright blue sky that becomes so infinite, so crystal clear as the atmosphere is swept colder…the icy breeze that swirls the debris in the parking lot and invades my many layers of clothing…the faint yellowing of the edges of the world like an old, well-loved book…warm coffee that smells like vanilla and cinnamon and pumpkins… people to love and be loved by whose joy and presence nearby smell like hay and clean cotton and cold soil, whose pink cheeks and laughter taste like the world of life and love and contentment…the anticipation, the cold shift that feels like the breath of apple orchards in upstate New York in September, of dry leaves in Washington Square in October, of November scarves the many colors of life and snapping fingers and Frank Sinatra and Nina Simone and haloed streetlamps…the ring of sailboats on the river, whose dormant masts echo a frozen clink-clink clink across the river…the hollow air that resounds with the ragged exclamations and plutonian shine of crows in the fields…
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God, I love fall.

!!!I don't normally like verbosity, but in this case most of the words or phrases that seem really exaggeratedly thesaurus-ed are in fact shout-outs to songs and pieces of literature that remind me of the fall. So some of them aren't totally my words. But, I love fall so much. And right now life is making me so happy that I'm chugging coffee to keep me up all night - not because I have a lot of homework - but because I love the way the world feels so much right now that I would rather be awake to enjoy it than in my warm bed.!!!

(Today I dropped my blood drive pen in the bathroom and it landed in someone's backpack...and I was so surprised and uncomfortable with going after it that I just left the bathroom without it. Now I miss my pen. But I still couldn't imagine bending over and sticking my hand in there and going, "excuse me, I dropped my pen and it landed in your backpack.")

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/26846138/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/26846138/ Wed, 26 Aug 2009 21:21:41 PDT
]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/26396236/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/26396236/ Wed, 05 Aug 2009 06:48:58 PDT
Tonight that changes, and from that moment forward we will be obligated to reimburse our education in some way if we fail to graduate within the next two years. This payment can be either monetary (our education is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, a fairly daunting figure) or through service: mandatory enlistment in the military.

I don't know about many of my classmates, but I know that I have every intention of committing. I always have. I wouldn't be here if I didn't. And I know my best friends here feel that same sense of pride and determination: when we started this battle we ALL intended to finish it.

Tonight we commit!

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25660782/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25660782/ Tue, 30 Jun 2009 20:58:27 PDT
Taking deep breaths.

CAN I SAY HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE TEAR GAS? PLEASE?!

My life is laughable.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25566692/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25566692/ Fri, 26 Jun 2009 12:33:47 PDT
----ANGER----

I'm doing base cadre for CST, our survival school program, and yeah I know it's not as physically demanding as field cadre or anything like that, but seriously. FML. I would trade places with any one of those people in a heart beat. There's no way to describe how miserable base ops is...and anyone who feels that I'm just being a pansy because I'm not doing survival or evasion cadre can go screw themselves.

Now that THAT'S on the table, a big chunk of my soul died today. It's gotten so bad that even though I'm madder than I've ever been in my entire life, I still can't make myself care enough to throw punches. I wish I could, because I definitely should have today. But I'm so burnt out that I just hardly care anymore.

That, along with the continuous assault on our morale...our senses of humor have gotten needlessly morbid. We kept egging our driver on today in the hopes that he'd make a mistake and we'd get into a car accident so we wouldn't have to do base ops anymore today. We were a bit bummed to get to our destination unharmed...which, if you've ever seen a 15 pax GOV barreling down unpaved dirt roads through the mountains, is quite a feat.

But for realz. How can it be possible for something that should be fun to suck this much? I had a much better time as a student when I cut the tip of my thumb off and we didn't eat for 8 days.

We have a schedule that calls for 12 hour (average) work days in a constant stream; we work for 16 solid days before we get one off. And in that block they give us one or two half days to keep us sane and alive enough to still effectively teach 4 hour classes so that our students don't die when they get out to the field.

But last night at 11:00 they took away our half-day today, instead replacing it with a 12 hour day that started bright and early at 5:00. The day also started with a bang when I attempted to defend my students who were getting ripped a new one by one of the SERE instructors, an airman...only to instead step in front of the firing line and get my ass chewed out.

Because if a cadet (OFFICER CANDIDATE) "corrects" a SERE instructor (AN AIRMAN) in front of students while waiting in line for a bus, that undermines the chain of command. Obviously. If that same SERE instructor then bitches at a cadet instructor during an ACTUAL CLASS PERIOD and the cadet reciprocates the scolding under the same pretenses...well, naturally that cadet then has to call a meeting in front of all his peers so he can publicly apologize for "being a smart-ass."

I almost threw up this morning while getting bitched at some more by Nimrod down in the valley because I've only eaten about a handful of food a day since the program started. Nimrod gave us 4 hours to learn something, and when we did it in 20 minutes, he decided we were slacking off. If I didn't have the bodily discipline I do, I would have chosen to upchuck right in his face.

FML. 4 hours of sleep a night, 12 hour work days, 16 day weeks, and getting your shit rocked by Airman *Nimrod* (name has been changed) on a regular basis...at the simple cost of your sanity and basic health considerations.

And then the SERE guys have the courtesy to make us work late and cut our lunch breaks in half...while ordering us to use the "free time" designated for meals to instead polish our boots for a surprise uniform inspection right after lunch time. Meaning, with a wake-up of 5:00 AM through a pack-up around 5:30 PM, we get 20 minutes to eat, once. Around noon.

AND THEN we get yelled at for missing required items and regulations, which we CAN'T FIX because we work straight through the business hours of the places we need to go to fix them. Need a haircut? Need new uniform items? Need food? Exercise? Me time? Well, shit, there's no time for that.

----/ANGER----

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25385166/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25385166/ Thu, 18 Jun 2009 00:59:52 PDT
Don't you hate it when you write a really long, tortured journal entry about your life and misery and the horrors of the universe...AND THEN YOU GO BACK AND READ IT WHEN YOU'RE SOBER?

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Yeah. I hate that.

I always feel so emo at night and I write this trash to uplift my eternally tormented soul, and then in the light of day it's like, "Wow. I'm such a sissy!"

That energy could be harvested more efficiently and put to much better use.

On that note, I spent all day blowing shit up with machine guns in a Pave Hawk helicopter! Unfortunately, now that I'm ready to go to sleep, all of the sudden the motion's catching up with me...I feel like I'm rolling and spinning all over the place but I'm really just lying on my bed...

>__<

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25319009/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25319009/ Sun, 14 Jun 2009 22:43:22 PDT
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I haven't been able to draw anything worthwhile for...a while. And that's understatement. I've had ruts before, but this one's lasted almost three months. The poignancy with which it's been facing me recently stings more than I'm used to.

I rely on drawing for many things. It's like a tire needle: when it gets too tight in my head and I feel like something's about to break, I just pick the thing up and relieve some of that painful pressure. It's like a good hike: when I'm standing too close to see what's right in front of me, I walk around, find a different path, climb a little higher. I work my way through various perspectives until I find one that provides a satisfactory answer. It's like realization: when I feel so alone that I don't want to pull myself up anymore, it causes me to see beauty where I least want to encounter it, forces me to admit that I really do care. Art is tough love, a vessel that carries its author through life with wide eyes, an eternal sense of wonder, and maybe just a smidge of infinite misery.

There are probably a couple of reasons I stopped. I can think of one, the most obvious, which I'm ashamed to admit involves a boy. Until now I’ve spent my life being very independent, very insular, very alert. I play the defensive all the time. A friend pointed this out to me when I was little, and as much as I want to admit I took her advice to heart, I think a lot of what happened is that I just learned the art of acting. Being defensive scares people away. If they think you're happy, gregarious, and carefree, they feel safer around you.

Not that I'm not happy and fulfilled and blessed and maybe slightly afflicted with a hazardous adrenaline dependency. It's just that I act a little more secure than I feel. And because of this, combined with my extremely high standards, I've never dated and I've ignored the potential of the opposite sex as anything more than friends, classmates, coworkers...just other people.

Long story short: about a boy. I got hurt, surprise, surprise. But in the brief window this chapter of my life occupied, I learned a lot about myself and about life. I discovered a whole new spectrum of colors in the world that I never saw before, colors whose existence I never allowed for the possibility of.

The obvious emotional and mental strain this relationship roller-coaster deposited in my soul made it hard for me to draw. I was so involved in the real world that I was afraid to loosen my grip on it, afraid that if I let go for just one instant everything would go spiraling away. Tell you what…love really is a bitch.

Beyond that, though, I've realized something far more difficult. All these new colors inside me now are begging to be let out, but I don't know how to do that. I don't have the skill or the understanding to take it to the next level. I've grown bored with my drawings. I think they're boring and flat and...simplistic. They're ignorant and two-dimensional.

Not that I want to be Picasso or anything. Abstract and wanton isn’t really my thing. I’m not a big Warhol fan, either. I just want that little extra detail, that last little flick of the wrist to prove to myself that I can grasp my world the way it is now. Not last month, not two years ago, but now. I want to grab a Red Bull and go stare at a rock for hours until I really understand what that damn rock looks like.

I want to put down on paper the breathtaking places I go in my head.

I want to create a city with glittering lights and leaking shadows and the smell of gasoline-warmed pavement and cigarette smoke. The crisp taste of stale morning air with just enough humidity to make your nose run. The sound of half-hearted rush hour road rage and desperate street vendors hawking goods that nobody wants, not blessed enough with an alien language to explain the deadly importance of selling just one more fake designer label.

But in order to do that I have to say enough is enough. I have to get my head on that treadmill and keep it hydrated with life experiences and well fed on lean soul, all the fatty parts cut away. Do some head games, learn some new tricks.

But it's okay, because I was getting sick of just sitting on the sidelines feeling sorry for myself. I needed to get my flabby ass back in this game anyway.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25080107/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/25080107/ Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:52:16 PDT
If I really, REALLY like someone, as in, for the first time in my life I adore JUST THIS ONE person in particular and never want to feel the same way about anyone else, ever, my best friend in the whole world...

...is it really fair that he dumped me because he's afraid I'll hurt him like his last girlfriend did?

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24809260/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24809260/ Sun, 17 May 2009 16:58:55 PDT
Emo Supply: Depleted.

That, and I got a fab new haircut.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24580874/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24580874/ Mon, 04 May 2009 09:34:04 PDT
Today I was winding up a solid serve, because I'm pretty good at those, and my teacher was watching...so that would have been the time for something really awesome to happen. Which it did. As soon as I threw the ball up and pulled back my hand for impact, I got hit in the face by someone else's serve. Needless to say, I didn't connect as well as I'd planned after that.

Then, I always, ALWAYS happen to go opposite this little powerful guy who just owns on every serve. Every single time I'm center back, the main serve-response position, when it's this kid's turn. And today, just like always, I got hit in the face a third of the time he served, missed a third of the time, and deflected accidentally at my teammates the last third of the time.

And God forbid you stop paying attention for ONE second, the ball will go to you and either hit you in the face (again) or you'll spaz creatively to attempt to catch it, only to fail SPECTACULARLY while looking like a moron.

Today my face-impact tally was up around five or six. And that's with pretty good hand-eye coordination (I used to play goalie on my varsity field hockey team). Now my glasses are bent.

Ah, volleyball...why do you hate me so much?

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24506611/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24506611/ Wed, 29 Apr 2009 23:21:40 PDT - Available: Nope.
- Age: 20 in a few weeks
- Annoyance: Senseless whining in combination with lack of initiative
- Allergic: Nada
- Animal: Coyote! (dog)
- Actor: Jensen Ackles

B
- Beer: Illegal!
- Birthday/Birthplace: A long long time ago in a galaxy far away
- Best Friends: Are like family
- Body Part on opposite/same sex: Eyes, jaw/neck
- Best feeling in the world: Surviving something crazy (a fall, a jump, a flight)
- Blind or Deaf: Rather be blind
- Best weather: Thunderstorms
- Been bitched out?: Most notably by Major Dick at West Point
- Been on stage?: Never again
- Believe in life on other planets: Considering statistics…
- Believe in miracles: Yep (seen some)
- Believe in God: Yep
- Believe in Satan: ?
- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: ?
- Believe in Evolution: Yep

C
- Car: Subaru Forester
- Candy: Chocolate!
- Cake or pie: Depends

D
- Day or Night: Night
- Danced: ERMMMM…
- Dance in the rain?: Frolic, maybe
- Dance in the middle of the street?: Maybe if I get left at a red light during a Chinese Fire Drill…

E
- Eggs: Sunny –side up or soft boiled
- Eyes: Blueish/Greenish
- Everyone has: Inherent value
- Ever failed a class?: Come close!

F
- First crush: Legitimate? Reciprocated? Now
- First thoughts waking up: OH MY GOD WHAT DID I FORGET TO DO LAST NIGHT?!
- Food: Seafood!

G
- Greatest Fear: Failure
- Gum: Minty
- Get along with your parents?: They’re my BFFs

H
- Hair Color: Dark brown /reddish (now with blonde chunks)
- Height: 5'4”
- Happy: I try
- Holidays: Just another excuse to show my people how much I love them
- How do you want to die: With satisfaction
- Hate: Hate

I
(In guys/girls)
- Eye color: Used to be light. Guess that one got proved wrong!
- Hair Color: Doesn’t seem to matter
- Height: Don’t care
- Clothing Style: Fun
- Characteristics: Integrity, hope, a sense of humor
- Ice Cream: Cherry Garcia
- Instrument: Violin

J
- Jewelry: Non-regulation piercings
- Job: Be a decent human

K
- Kids: Eventually (then again, who ever really grows up?)
- Kickboxing or karate: Chuck Norris
- Keep a journal?: You’re looking at it

L
- Longest Car Ride: An awkward one
- Love: Yes
- Letter: Olds
- Laughed so hard you cried: Yep
- Love at first sight: Probably

M
- Milk flavor: Strawberry
- Movie: The Matrix
- Mooned anyone?: Nope
- Marriage: Maybe
- Motion sickness?: Unfortunately
- McD's or BK: BK

N
- Number of Siblings: Two bros
- Number of Piercings: Five…two I did with a safety pin
- Number: 11

O
- Overused Phrases: “I ate a grape.”
- One wish: Teenagers would go extinct
- One phobia: Used to not have any…but USAFA continues to give me good reason to fear heights. Usually because I find myself having to jump off of them.

P
- Place you'd like to live: Seattle
- Pepsi/Coke: Jones

Q
- Quail: Whip-poor-will
- Questionnaires: For insomniacs!

R
- Reason to cry: Beauty
- Reality T.V.: Should be filmed where I live
- Radio Station: 103.1 RNR…hometown loyalty
- Roll your tongue in a circle?: Genetics rocks

S
- Song: “Lebanese Blonde” – Thievery Corporation
- Shoe size: 8 – 8 ½
- Sushi: Yes please
- Skipped school: Yes
- Slept outside: Cold, wet, and I had to tie myself to a tree so I wouldn’t roll away during the night
- Seen a dead body?: Not human
- Smoked?: It sucked
- Skinny dipped?: Not with my body image issues
- Shower daily?: For the most part
- Sing well?: Definitely not
- In the shower?: Only when no one can hear me
- Swear?: Working on that
- Stuffed Animals?: They multiply like diseases
- Single/Group dates: Um…both. Group is less awkward
- Strawberries/Blueberries: Blueberries…or raspberries picked in my yard
- Scientists need to invent: Hermione’s time-flipping hourglass

T
- Time for bed: When you’re dead
- Thunderstorms: Remind me why I’m alive
- Touch your tongue to your nose?: Nunca

U
- Unpredictable: Fun
- Understanding?: Vital

V
- Vegetable you hate: Brussels Sprouts
- Vegetable you love: String beans/artichokes
- Vacation spot: Outside

W
- Weakness: Life
- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: All of them
- Worst weather: Colorado, any day, any minute
-... ]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24477435/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24477435/ Tue, 28 Apr 2009 09:41:34 PDT
I'm writing so that I don't fall asleep in class.

A "friend" (THE "friend," afore-mentioned in my journal) told me recently that our school's behavioral science department performed a sleep study on our student body. Surprise surprise: we're the subjects of experimentation.

It takes the average narcoleptic 6.5 minutes to fall asleep. What the BS department determined in their study was this: it takes the average cadet 4.5 minutes. What? Cadets lose consciousness faster than those afflicted with narcolepsy?

I could have told you that.

You put any number of us in a warm, dark place (like a briefing, or class, or a moving vehicle, or a under a tree) and we're all out in minutes. 4.5, to be precise. It becomes almost second nature...instinctual. A Pavlovian response. I think that, for the rest of our lives, we'll all naturally go to sleep whenever we stop moving.

There's also this thing called sleep debt...did you know that you build up sleep deprivation? Like monetary debt...you can't bank it, but you can make it up. I think I'd need to sleep for a few weeks on end to pay off my debt at this point. And then, when I woke up, Pavlov would smite me and I'd be out again in 4.5 minutes.

But hey, when you've got 24 credit hours and a handful of 8-15 page papers due EVERY SINGLE DAY, and then the parades and formations and military training and appointments and extracurriculars and aptitude testing and command/leadership positions and subordinates to worry about...there aren't a whole lot of options beyond just never sleeping.

Last night I got 3 hours of sleep. It's a pattern. Which, at a school where mandatory breakfast means 6:00 wakeup initiated by an ear-splitting bugle call, is equivalent to a major sad face. Plus, it's an unspoken splinter of Murphy's Law that, if you stay up until obscene hours of the morning writing papers, you WILL get awoken at 4:00 for a random drug test (UR-I-NALYSIS).

My friend gets even less sleep than I do...he routinely stays up until 5:00 in the morning working. I worry about him sometimes...occasionally I'll see him after classes and he looks so haggard I feel like sticking an IV in him.

But at the same time, when I'm up at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, it's nice to have some company. We call it the 6:00 AM Club...just check Facebook: there's always at least five of us awake. A guy I know got 57 minutes of sleep one night. How do you even count that? It must have taken him less than 4.5 minutes...because accuracy like that demands clarity.

The next morning (57 minutes later) he had an imprint of the corner of his desk on his forehead.

Dear Sleep,

Oh, how I miss you.

Love, (Your BFF)

Rachel

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24341261/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24341261/ Mon, 20 Apr 2009 10:50:55 PDT
(stolen from my Facebook)

In response to these two articles, which, interestingly enough, even manage to contradict each other:
([link]) & ([link])

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I'm sorry, everyone, I couldn't resist. I read his articles and wound up spending an hour researching him and his credentials...and eventually just went for it. Forgive me.

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"Hey, Tom:

I read your other article, the one that suggested shutting down West Point.

You say you're concerned about America's youth feeling unfulfilled by their Ivy League educations, lacking some sense of commitment?

Well, maybe, instead of paying the absurd tuition bills tacked onto colleges like Yale, Princeton, or Harvard, such success-driven, ambitious young minds should consider attending institutions that provide them real world experience and legitimate, balanced viewpoints.

Everyone knows that college life is an artificial environment...and those who spend their developing years completely submerged in it are going to lack critical depth in their understanding of the real world.

Would you rather these minds never leave the world of academia, that they get buried in politics and tweed jackets and useless debates about problems from the safety of a comfy chair thousands of miles away from the real issues?

Or might it not be a wiser path for our country to employ these bright young individuals directly? The young men you mentioned obviously felt that they could do much more good for their fellow man outside of the red brick and ivy. Maybe you should respect that opinion and allow those brave enough to try it to protect you and your rights."

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In regards to the second article:

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"As a cadet at a US Service Academy, I believe I may have the authority to speak candidly about certain points that were mentioned in this article. First of all, no other experience in my life has ever provided me such an opportunity to see and meet people with so many different viewpoints. The opinion that the academies are only places to "reinforce biases" was obviously devised by someone who has absolutely no understanding of them whatsoever.

Secondly, I've been here 2 years and I've never once played golf."

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24111982/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/24111982/ Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:10:06 PDT EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/23964745/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/23964745/ Mon, 30 Mar 2009 08:42:52 PDT
But it sucked because:

1) I only got to see my brother for a day because he had to go back to school as soon as I got there.

2) Relationship (or lack-thereof) drama.

3) Found out the dentists here cracked AT LEAST one of my teeth during my last visit, but they probably won't do anything about it, so I've only been able to chew with one side of my mouth for the last week.

5) I got spoiled by sleeping with two warm fuzzy dogs in my bed every night, and now my cold hard dorm bed feels empty and LONELYYYY.

4) It's over.

Bear hugs with dogs rock.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/23531269/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/23531269/ Wed, 04 Mar 2009 19:56:23 PST
And I'm going to make the Dean's List! ERFCKHDIRBFJNDKDMKDLM

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/22723049/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/22723049/ Wed, 21 Jan 2009 21:09:41 PST
Just wake up every morning and say: I am alive. The world is alive. Maybe today, I can help somebody. Maybe today I can teach somebody something. Maybe today I can wipe away a friend's tears...maybe today I can make a friend laugh.

That's the biggest lesson this place has taught me, and I don't even think they meant to.

Friends = Family = Life = Good

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/21659787/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/21659787/ Tue, 25 Nov 2008 07:36:27 PST
SO, just gotta make it through one more night of improvisation...but I'm all packed and ready to spend the night at the airport on a bench eating cold MREs.



]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/21478027/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/21478027/ Thu, 13 Nov 2008 23:09:14 PST
1. Sometimes I want to pick fights with people just because I'm angry...it doesn't even matter who. This is a bad habit I've picked up in the last year...I'm sorry if you've been on the receiving end.

2. My tendency to want to eat anything shiny, brightly-colored, or that I find in an unusual place has only been heightened by my experiences in CST.

3. I have no problem "reclaiming" things that other people throw out...to include food, furniture, clothing, and framed art.

4. My semi-professional appearance is only maintained by the fact that I must keep inside uniform regulations...otherwise I'd have tattoos and piercings everywhere, and my hair would be even less arguably a "natural color" than it is now.

5. I'm secretly a hippie bohemian at heart, but for some reason I'm completely at peace with the other part of me that's extremely military-oriented.

6. I'm trying to get my head around the logistics of acquiring a small, furry "roommate" that won't bring the wrath of VeryHooahArmyAOC raining down on me.

7. I still on occasion wonder how far I'd get, if I just took off running into the woods, before SF faceplanted me.

8. Edgar Allen Poe is my hero.

9. When people dis America, I want to punch them in the face. Repeatedly. I restrain myself because this IS America, and therefore the right to say such ignorant things is protected for them.

10. I find it completely conceivable that I will be single and working when I'm 30. I'd like to have a dog or two by then, and I imagine eating ice cream on the couch with them watching Kung Fu movies on a regular basis.

11. I think Jensen Ackles is really hot. OLDS!

12. I draw lots more pictures than anyone ever sees. If I showed people half of the things I draw, I think they'd be frightened of me.

13. I secretly have aspirations of 5-and-diving, retiring , and moving to Seattle to illustrate for a comic book publisher.

14. Because of my recent adventures, it's now a contest to see which will kill me first: breast cancer or LUNG cancer.

15. I watch waaay too many movies...and the truth is I do it to escape. In movies you don't have to be what you are any other time...you can be anything, do anything...be a superhero! Yes!

*16) I just finised drawing a picture of myself and three of my cadet homies killing zombies...I can't wait to color it! And I think it actually looks like them, too! *is proud*

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/21381282/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/21381282/ Sat, 08 Nov 2008 00:03:21 PST
Firstly, everything I said in my last entry I meant. I won't deny that. It was true and honest, though the kind of honest that one usually keeps to one's self. I apologize for that. I won't however, apologize for holding those opinions.

Secondly, I respect Senator Obama greatly. As much as I disagree with his politics, he still won the election by an extraordinary margin, and I'm proud as an American that my fellow countrymen were so able to rally behind a candidate. In fact, I believe more young people voted in this election than ever before in American history, which in itself is a remarkable feat (even though, due to population growth, technically EVERY year more people vote than the year before). They say voting is a force of habit, so maybe we've just created a generation of citizens who hold themselves accountable to their civil democratic duties.

Thirdly, yes, many of my fears could easily have become overblown in the heat of immediate defeat. I am still concerned about the future of my organization, but I realize that one man can only enact so much change, and that's a relief to me. ope and change are great rallying points, but change of any moderate degree breeds chaos...so understand my concern.

And finally, I underscore my most important point: Senator Obama will soon be my Commander-In-Chief. Whether I like his politics or not, he is my superior and my leader, and I will follow through on my duties to show him due respect. My allegiance is to the Constitution of the United States of America...and thusly, I must remember my oath to be its representative...and behave accordingly: as a professional.

If at any time I let my professionalism as a uniformed service member slip, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. I'm still a teenager, so this happens more than I'd like...but my hope is that, by the time I graduate in just over two years, I will be a professional, a leader, an officer of character. Part of this involves making the best of what I have...making the best of the leadership I serve.

I hope that clears things up a little. I understand I was a tid bit caustic in my last entry, and I think I made quite a few people angry. Including people with whom I had no want or intention of alienating.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/21338659/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/21338659/ Wed, 05 Nov 2008 11:36:12 PST
0) I don't give a fuck if your candidate won...it's common courtesy to not get up on your soapbox and

bash the loser. In anything, not just an election.

1) This one really gets me: Senator/Soon-to-Be-President Obama is NOT the MESSIAH. Stop acting like

he is, stop depicting him in flowing Grecian robes carrying the torch of justice, and, FOR GOD'S SAKE,

stop crying at his speeches. It's pathetic and revolting. He is a politician. Whether you like him or not, he

is human and he is NOT the answer to the WORLD'S PROBLEMS. No one person is.

2) If you're not an American, you have no place wedging yourself into our elections. I don't give a crap if our decisions effect you or not, it's still OUR election, and therefore OUR decision. Not the rest of the

world's. 300 years of democratic tradition, people.

3) The fact of the matter is that I'm in the military. As such, I am somewhat dismayed by the election of a candidate who has every intention ofdownsizing my organization, removing my job from me, and relieving me of my 300k scholarship to go to college. Me and 4000 of my closest friends cast votes that won't be counted to protect the forces that everyone takes for granted. Call me Baby-Killer, call me Cog-in-the-Machine...whatever you want...but if you did, it would be ironic...since my rank is student and my job is to go to college.

4) I'm allowed to be angry, because my dreams were just steamrolled. If you're poor or disabled or underpriveleged, good for you...but I'm, for the most part, not. And as such I've made a habit my entire life of WORKING MY ASS OFF to achieve success. What I've achieved thus far was NOT spooned to me on a gilded plate, NOR was it handed to me in a government care package. I worked for it. And I continue working toward my dream job: being a pilot. Unfortunately, our new Commander has expressed a desire to severely limit the funding that offers such job opportunities...and since I'm far from first in my class, I have to start looking at other career options. So, If I offend you, I apologize. But I think I have every right to be" prickly."

5) To those of you who share my occupation: I know it sucks, and I know you're nervous about whether or not we'll have jobs or marketable skills (in the impending "utopian society"), or, God forbid, even whether or not we'll get to FINISH COLLEGE...but Senator Obama will soon be our Commander-in-Chief. You don't talk smack about the boss, ESPECIALLY not in uniform. Even if he wants to step all over you. Please respect the service, the uniform you wear, and the country it represents...and maintain a proffesional decorum. If nothing else, you represent all of us too. Don't be an asshole.

6) Finally, as a spinoff of the last point, this is America. This is the American political system. Do you think the French people go to election thinking, "If I vote for this candidate, will the Americans be mad at me?" NO. I don't think so. The primary function of every government is the protection and administration of ITS OWN PEOPLE, not the rest of the world. I'm sick and tired of people concerning themselves with whether or not Europe will be angry at us for elected the wrong candidate. Let them get their voices out in THEIR OWN elections, not ours! That doesn't even make sense! Europe, naturally, has EUROPE'S BEST INTERESTS on its mind in terms of politics. People don't seem to understand that. Europe doesn't vote to make America better, and America shouldn't be voting to make

Europe better. That's the way democracy works. We don't trust other nations to make our votes heard FOR us.

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Usually every day.

I'm soooooooooooooooooooo tired! I just want to sleep! Forever! For the first time ever in my life, I had one of those moments earlier this week were I thought, "Please God, just let me not wake up." Not in an 'I want to die' way, just in an 'I wish I could be asleep forever' way.

With all the things I've had to let slip to barely stay afloat this year, I'm now on Athletic Probation. I don't see this as too much of a problem, because now I actually HAVE to miss practice 3 times a week to work out ("get beat"). Fortunately, I did manage to dodge the Academic Probation bullet, so I'm only deficient in one way right now. UNfortunately, I'm starting to feel worse and worse, and I feel like my health is continuing its downward trend.

And I'm starting to think there might be a biological reason for all this now, too. I finally gave in and went to see the doctor today (I hate doctors, especially the ones here). I intended to get a rapid Strep test since a bunch of my friends have come down with it recently and I've been spiralling in the "under-the-weather" category the last few days. I don't have really serious symptoms, but then again I never do.

So the doctor told me she'd test me anyway, just because it is possible to be a carrier and spread it to others even if you don't show the classic symptoms. When she checked me out, though, she said that there "was definately something going on." She ordered me to get some bloodwork done in addition to the Strep Test...specifically for Epstein-Barr Virus (mono).

That being said, yeah it sucks to have mono, but it would help to explain my rather pitiful physical performance as of late. In fact, it would sort of make me feel like an all-star, if over the last half year I've done everything from survival training in just-above-freezing temperatures up in the Rocky Mountains to working out every day to my Water Haze and Swimming classes...I did with Mono. Then maybe I wouldn't get those looking-down-your-nose "How come you didn't validate the PFT/AFT" snide glares.

Because, honestly, I think I've proven pretty much beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm a survivor this year. I'm like the Unsinkable Molly Brown! You can starve me, beat me, fail me, hate me, disapprove of me, punish me, ignore me...but fact is, I'm still here. And, chances are, I'm more confident in myself than you are in yourself.

Unfortunately, the rather irreverent, cynical bent I've developed this semester has bled into some of my responsibilities...which is why I've already had to write two punishment papers for PoliSci. Why, oh why does my teacher not realize that having me do extra work for not having the time to do my original work IS NOT making me WORK HARDER in his class? WHY? It's gotten to the point now where I'm practically rolling my eyes at him, and he's a Lieutenant Colonel. In fact, this paper I just wrote, on the "Responsibilities of the Student" (which I have to write for not paying attention in class), is so laden with sarcasm that I fully expect him to refrain from speaking to me for the rest of the semester. Which, honestly, would be a blessing.

And now, after having a whole bunch of blood drawn earlier to find out the real state of my health, I once again want nothing more than to fall asleep and not wake up again. How wonderful would that be? It's the only thing...the ONLY thing I want. Or even to just sleep through until Friday. Please, God. Please. Is that so much to ask?

My eyes burn so much and everything's sort of fuzzy on the edges...and I have that drowsy feeling you get when you wake up from a nap...and my throat burns like I've just swallowed a bunch of chlorine...

God, I just want to sleep.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20697148/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20697148/ Sat, 27 Sep 2008 00:29:11 PDT
Classmate: "Do you want to go to Walmart tonight?"

Me: "Gold."

(or "Olds.")

I even derive a twisted little thrill of deviousness every time I'm granted the opportunity to bring it up. Case in point: I borrowed my roommate's car tonight...she's a 2 dig (Class of 2010)...and when we were stopped at the gas station, I wrote '11 OLDS! on her rear window in the dust. She'll probably be pissed as hell when she looks in her rear view mirror and sees that, but who am I to go against the GOLDEN STREAM?

...heeheehee. IT'S NOT YELLOW, DAMMIT. I HATE YELLOW. IT'S G.O.L.D.

(2011)

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20653070/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20653070/ Wed, 24 Sep 2008 14:24:58 PDT

2) I jumped off the ten-meter again today, without really intending to! I was trying to talk one of the other girls into jumping off, and I was like, "Look, I'll show you! It's easy!" So I jumped AGAIN. Seriously, that was NOT planned. Before that, I was like, "What? We have to this AGAIN?!" Honestly, though, this is getting ridiculous. I should NOT be having so much fun jumping off insanely high surfaces into the water in BDUs. I almost drown every time anyway!

3) My stomach has shrunk so much recently that I can't eat more than about a fist-sized meal without feeling sick...>__<

4) Stole this meme from someone...can't remember who. This must be getting boring, since I always write ABOUT writing about the same three characters and I never actually write them!

MEME: IS LONG!

a. What initially prompted me to write about them.
b. One of their best traits.
c. One of their worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The moment where I feel that I truly captured the character.
f. My plans to write the character in the near future.

CHRISTIAN
a. I don't remember...he's become a facet of my own personality, so anything interesting that happens to me provides my imagination with a chance for him to react. In a way he helps me to better think things through via mental trial-and-error.
b. One of his best traits is his initiative. If he feels something needs to be done, he does it, no questions asked. This sets him apart from most of my other characters, particularly David.
c. One of his worst traits is his pessimism. He has a tendency to isolate himself by being quietly sullen, which is completely unneccessary and bothers his friends to no end.
d. I don't find it too difficult to write him at times, but at others he seems to bleed into different characters, like I'm coloring outside his lines. I guess that's part of his personality anyway, that he shifts all the time, but it makes it challenging to keep true to his character.
e. I haven't actually written any of him yet, but I have scenes in my head waiting to be illustrated or written at some distant point in the future. The best example, I guess, is when he dies and 'meets' Dennis...since it gives him a chance to both be morbidly serious, a quick thinker, and to be a smart-assed cocky bastard at the same time. ^__^
f. My plans to write the character in the near future? Non-existant. My current plans are to graduate from this God-forsaken place first, then maybe I'll think about it. For now having these characters in my head provides enough daily entertainment and mental excercise to keep me sane, and that's good enough.

DAVID
a. I've been needing a proper counter-balance to Christian's personality for a long time now, and so David just naturally formed. In one way he's different from the others, and that's that I allowed myself to have fun with his asthetic design without worrying about how appropriate it was for the character.
b. One of his best traits is his conscience. He's a very pithy guy and he works hard to keep himself to what he feels is the correct way for a human being to act and feel. Just as Christian's personality shifts and wavers, David's is very solid and dependable.
c. His intellect is also one of his worst traits. He tends to waste a good deal of time deliberating about what might be the right course of action, while in the meantime Christian just winds up picking a path for both of them and following through on it.
d. David, unlike Christian and Gretchen, comes naturally to me. I think he might be the way I wish I could be sometimes, and because of that I empathize with him a good deal. His personality is relatively simple and he doesn't have any emotional baggage.
e. This, I am sad to say, I haven't done yet. It'll come easy when I do, though.
f. As soon as I start writing, whenever that may be, he'll be right there in the forefront. I just like him too much. ^__^

GRETCHEN
a. For some reason Gretchen and Christian have been a pair since the beginning and I can't remember why. They're like siblings or cousins in their relationship, and so they've become inseperable in my mind. In this way, David is almost a third wheel, which I'm attempting to rectify.
b. One of her best traits is her earnestness and hard work. She sets her sights on something and works on it until she's satisfied, even if that might take a lifetime. In this she exibits a little bit of idealism, which gives her a certain connection to David that she lacks with Christian... ]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20620624/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20620624/ Mon, 22 Sep 2008 14:11:01 PDT
I've never been so scared in my life...not even when my instructor pilot put our glider into a flat spin and gave me the stick. Seriously, my entire class looked like we were being marched off to a concentration camp...never seen so many grey, ill-looking people in my entire life. We did it at the end of class, too, so we all got to work our bile up for an hour and a half beforehand.

We were given the option of going today or next lesson, but we have to go at least once this week to get full credit in the class. Turns out only about half of us got up the gall to do it today, and of them I was the only girl. The other two girls in my class freaked and went off the five-meter instead.

Holy Crap. I mean, seriously. HOLY FUCKING CRAP.

Sometimes you just have to go for it, you know? I climbed up six flights of stairs to get to that board, and we were all so terrified! There were about ten of us all together...and we all joked and played around to lighten the mood a bit. I refused to look down. Some of the guys who were really scared jumped for it, and then we could hear them screaming on the way down. Then another few yelled funny things like, "Geronimo!" "Yippee-Ka-yey, Mother-Fucker!" and even "Arch-One-Thousand, Three-One-Thousand...!" (That last one is what you yell when you jump out of an airplane before you pull your chute cord.)

I was one of the others who just went silently. Granted, that's always been my way...when I get scared I go quiet. I don't even scream on roller coasters. I just batten-down the hatches and go along for the ride.

So that's what I did this time. I told the guys who were up there with me to tell me when it was clear, so I wouldn't have to stand at the edge looking down before I jumped. When they said go, I just did it...counted to three, took a few skip-steps, and went over the edge. HOLY GOD ALMIGHTY.

It was the hardest thing in the world to stop my arms from flailing and pull myself in tight for impact, but I got it done about halfway down and hit with less dramatics then the guys who'd 'arched.' Even so, the only part of me that was still sticking out - my jaw (what can you do about that one, seriously?), hit HARD. It slammed into my teeth and I was dazed for a little while...thank God I didn't hold my nose to keep the water out, or I swear it would have broken as soon as I hit the water.

All that aside, I think it was actually sort of fun. For some reason it seemed less scary than the five-meter, maybe because by the time you get up there you've already embraced your impending death.

Plus, I sort of feel like a badass now. Even though I have a KILLER headache. However, I don't think making the jump in BDUs was very helpful. You sink like a rock in those, and after a jump like that you're already half-drowned to begin with! I doggie-paddled to the side spitting water and gasping before I regained my composure.

For anyone who doesn't know, this is a ten-meter board. The top one. I am VICTORIOUS. [link]

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20568462/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20568462/ Fri, 19 Sep 2008 13:12:23 PDT
I am scared all the time. Not of threatening things, like crime, or poverty, or war, and not of theoretical things, like darkness and being fat. I'm afraid of things that are horribly real in my tight-rope little world...failing classes, failing athletic endeavors...

...jumping off the 10-meter diving board for Water Survival class (aka Water Haze)...

That one's the killer. I am so terrified of that one I can't sleep at night anymore.

I work 18 hours a day straight every day with no breaks, and even then I forget at least one major assignment every other day. I get less than 6 hours of sleep a night.

I am so tense that I forget to eat. I forget to drink. I don't even have time to do those. If I need to use the bathroom I have to run there, because that 5 minutes is not allotted for in my daily schedule.

I am beginning to look, feel, and even ACT like I did in Survival Training. My ribs are poking out again, I have dark circles under my eyes, and I'm constantly exhausted. Running up a single flight of stairs makes the world in front of me change colors, and my heart is always pounding. My hands are always shaking. I can't remember simple things, and my thinking is beginning to deteriorate.

I've slipped into survival mode. Real survival mode, not fake-stock-market-world survival mode. I want to run off into the mountains and land-nav my way to a place with real people in it, like Denver. A city, where I can get lost.

I have those skills...I can feed myself, find water, make fire, camouflage, build shelter...I'd be the most successful hobo who ever lived. In any other place on the planet, I'd be a master.

I can shoot an automatic rifle and throw a 12' knife. I know hand-to-hand combat, and I can build anything, including a repelling harness, out of thin rope. I've jumped off of cliffs; been gassed; killed, skinned, and eaten a live animal; eaten leaves, ants, tree branches, and dirt; flown an airplane, built a city of tents with my bare hands; hung out of a helicopter; gone days in the woods without using a single spoken word to communicate; I know how to treat shock, how to apply a tourniquet, how to rescue a drowning victim, how to build a stretcher, how to recognize nerve gas poisoning and inject the appropriate antidote; I can get up the courage to do almost anything: to escape and evade, to run into a tent filled with tear gas and rip off my mask, to jump off a five-meter diving board, to give blood, to take control of an aircraft that's stalled into a flat spin 2000 feet above the ground,to eat a rabbit's heart, to face a gun...

...and yet, I can't pass Chemistry. I can't pass my PT test. I can't even remember to do my fucking homework.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20535436/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20535436/ Wed, 17 Sep 2008 10:48:17 PDT

In this place, getting more than 6 hours of sleep is completely unheard of. Those few who do know not to proclaim it out loud, as they are likely to be assaulted by the rest of us.


We speak a language that outsiders don't understand, heavily laden with acronyms. We have to make a conscious effort to use normal English when we visit the real world.


The answer to every question with a 'why?' in it is always 'No excuse.' Always. When asked how you are doing, the only acceptable answer is 'Outstanding.'

Visiting the real world is a wonderful treat. Unfortunately, it happens very rarely, as only half of us can have cars. Additionally, getting out requires drawing from a painfully finite supply of ' passes.'

After spending a year here, we all have to go through a strange phase of re-learning how to interact with normal, everyday people. We call this 'De-Stractifying.' It happens every March.

We all eat at the same restaurant, everyday, the same two meals a day. We call it Mitch's. I know where to find my friends amongst 4000+ others because we all sit in exactly the same chair every time.

If we opt not to go to Mitch's twice a day, we get punished. We call this getting 'beat.'

One quarter of us are required to know what every meal will be the day before it's served.

The same one quarter of us can only walk in straight lines and turn in 90 degree angles. They have to run everywhere they go, and they can only hold things in their left hands.

That quarter are also only allowed to speak using seven basic phrases. In order to say something different, they have to use one of the seven to request permission to do so.

Permission can be denied.

For us, a vacation is stealing an empty classroom at night to watch movies with friends.

Sometimes, when we really need to get away, we order Chinese food. This requires us to walk a quarter of a mile to a safe point to meet the delivery folks, because normal people aren't allowed within a quarter mile of this place.

We have no TV. We also have no opportunity for gaming. As a self-proclaimed gamer, I am sorry to say I have not played them for over a year.

We all wear the same thing every day, five to seven days a week. Wearing the green outfit instead of the blue one is really exciting because we only wear it twice a week.

Three quarters of us are the boss of someone else here. Three quarters of us are subordinate to someone else here. Half of us are both boss and subordinate at the same time, all the time.

38 people know my first and last name, middle initial, and job title by heart. They also know this information for about 90 other people. They know this because all of those people are their bosses.

Getting to have a fridge is a priviledge we don't get until we've spent two years here. That same amount of time also allows us to have cars. In order to have music and movies, real people clothing, to take naps, and to close the door to your room during the day, you only have to have spent one year here.

The one quarter of us who aren't allowed those one-year privileges come up with elaborate schemes to to get around the rules and have them anyway. The three quarters of us who are their bosses know this, and our only advice to our subordinates is this: Don't get caught.

Punishments are always physical. They hurt. A lot.

It isn't possible to be here a year without amassing an amazing array of scars with interesting stories behind them.

It is a requirement for all of us that we spend a week in the summer getting assaulted with rubber bullets and tear gas.

Welcome to Camp USAFA...where your best hasn't been good enough since 1955.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20098180/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/20098180/ Fri, 22 Aug 2008 15:08:22 PDT

He's not a new character, but I moved him up from a supporting role to one of the big three main ones. o long Seamus, you weren't cutting it, voila Dave. I can really conceive of the interaction that he and Chris are supposed to have, and because of that they're both becoming more solid to me. Yey!

READ ON IF YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO, LIKE BREATHING.

So, synopsis: Three main characters = sibling-like relationship. Gretchen is the youngest, and most immature, but also incredibly intelligent. She wants to go to college and major in astronautical engineering, but she's cynical and doesn't have the fortitude to do it at this time in her life. Christian is sort of a fuck-up, and despite having being well-educated and extremely sharp, he entertains himself in self-destructive ways. He is unexpectedly competitive, if quiet, and enjoys doing what he's good at: stealing. David is quiet as well, but not to the extent that his best friend is. He tends toward the poetic, and is a subtle optimist. He never went to college, and unlike his cohorts, never wanted too; he feels perfectly comfortable as himself. Of the three, David is the most likely to address an issue that he feels is wrong. His pursuit of justice and youthful idealism are what drive Christian and Gretchen into action, though often reluctantly. Gretchen tries to hide her penchant for empathy with an angry disposition. Christian hides his anger by pretending to be chronically uninterested. David deals with his nervousness, instead of trying to hide it, by remaining socially and intellectually active.

...The end!

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/19682174/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/19682174/ Wed, 30 Jul 2008 14:16:16 PDT
...how wrong I was! And I think I've grown up more this summer than ever before.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/19616619/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/19616619/ Sun, 27 Jul 2008 01:38:41 PDT
...and it huuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrtttttttttsssssssss!

During survival training I cut myself really badly with a pocket knife. It went through my thumb all the way; through the nail in the front and across to the back. It hasn't been healing at all, probably because I was dehydrated and undernourished and I couldn't properly treat it in the field...

...now I finally had to take a pocket knife to it. And it FUCKING HURTS! Jeezus! But I cut the offending section of the nail off the front and all the pieces of skin that weren't healing right. And went stir-crazy with the hydrogen peroxide.

So now, aside from the fact that I have a big, rather nasty-looking chunk missing out of the side of my thumb, I think it'll heal properly. Even if it is a little deformed for the rest of my life.

...at least it was on my left hand!

FUCK! I think that constitutes a fairly legitimate excuse for not having drawn anything in a long time.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/19452179/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/19452179/ Thu, 17 Jul 2008 18:54:44 PDT
...I think probably not.

That's a facet of going to school where I do. And I'll tell you what, facing a rather imposing eight days of starvation causes one to eye many rather unappetizing things with rabid hunger.

Fortunately, I hear dandelions fill up an empty stomach fairly well, strawberries are in season, and ants are supposedly down right delicious. There's not a whole lot else to eat when you go through Survival Training on Pikes Peak.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/19211994/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/19211994/ Sat, 05 Jul 2008 01:02:31 PDT
The pic of the Black Keys that reminds me so much of my own crash-test-dummy can be seen here, with Auerbach on the left and Patrick Carney (other half) on the right. If I weren't so in love with coloring pictures, I'd make all my drawings of Christian and the gang in black and white to match their bluesy feel.

[link]

A slice of their music style: 10 AM Automatic; [link]

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/18968685/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/18968685/ Sat, 21 Jun 2008 14:52:15 PDT
]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/18939691/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/18939691/ Thu, 19 Jun 2008 22:40:26 PDT
T___________T

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/18329493/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/18329493/ Wed, 14 May 2008 23:48:11 PDT
GAWD, I'm hungry. The last meal I ate was lunch from Mitch's at around 1:00. My roommate and I searched desperately for food a few hours ago and all we could find was a can of soup...we split it and got 55 calories each. I bet USAFA is the only college where you could ever find yourself PHYSICALLY UNABLE to obtain FOOD. T_______T

WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT, DAMMIT! WE ATE IT ALL THREE DAYS AGO!

Anyways.

1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
I swear to God, someday I WILL finish this book. Cormac McCarthy - The Road: "Beads of small gray ice strung along the light-wires overhead."

2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
Plums I stole from Mitch's two days ago.

3.What is the last thing you watched on TV?
All three Seasons of Supernatural. I am hopelessly addicted now. Season Finale tomorrow night, Hooah!

4.Without looking, guess what time it is:
…12:27.

5.Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
...HOLY SHIT! I am the master.

6.With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My roommate talking to her boyfriend on the phone, and swearing because the reception in our room cuts out all the time.

7.When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
1600 (8:00), returning from my last final exam of freshman year!

8.Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Youtube videos of USAFA, because I don't have a life. Actually, it was a video of a couple cadets throwing rolls from Mitch's at the wall (stale, no less), trying to make them crack. [link]

9.What are you wearing?
Pajamas. NOT MY UNIFORM, I SWEAR.

10.Did you dream last night?
Yes. It was...intense. Has been for the last week or so.

11.When did you last laugh?
About an hour ago.

12.What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Nothing. Chipped white paint. Dorm decorations are not within regulation here.

13.Seen anything weird lately?
OMG. Come on, I live at frickin USAFA. Every minute is an adventure. I can't even distinguish between wierd and normal anymore.

14.What do you think of this quiz?
Te last time I took it I was an idealistic, ignorant teenager.

15.What is the last film you saw?
The Bourne Identity. I LOVE that movie.

16.If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
My brother's way through college, then my parents' retirement, then a car.

17.Tell me something about you that I don't know.
When I first got here, I used to wonder how far I'd get before getting taken out by security forces if I just took off running into the woods. ESCAPE!

18.If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Pessimism. I fucking hate that people feel the need to whine and complain and pick out all the flaws in the world when they themselves do nothing but sit on their asses and point fingers. Come on, people. If you live in America, you have it made. If you feel like complaining about America, go live in Rwanda for a few hours and get back to me on it.

19.Do you like to dance?
No. Only by myself when no one's looking.

20. George Bush?
I don't understand the problem. He's the President. Fucking get over it.

21.Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
I haven't the faintest idea. Something classy.

22.Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Thomas...or Murphy. I'm leaking Irish.

23.Would you ever consider living abroad?
As a matter of fact, I'm planning on it. A very real possibility when I graduate, provided I et my grades up a bit.

24.What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
Good effort.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/18140895/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/18140895/ Fri, 02 May 2008 22:15:35 PDT
]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/17667392/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/17667392/ Thu, 03 Apr 2008 13:11:45 PDT
But, seriously, I'm having trouble making a decision on this one, and I've had the same problem for a long time now. Be prepared for this difficult question of epic proportions...

Should I give my old character Christian his long hair back, or should he keep his new short 'do? Long hair can be seen here: [link] and short here: [link]

They both match different facets of his personality; the longer hair was a reflection of his unkempt, irrational, and slightly emo nature, and the short was more for his modern, inquisitive side and his love of efficiency.

The short hair is more mature...but on the other hand, I have a harder time drawing it. Longer hair is easier to draw and allows for lots of expression beyond just the face.

OH, DECISIONS...HOW YOU ANTAGONIZE ME!

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/17631748/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/17631748/ Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:34:14 PDT
FYI, USAFA is the United States Air Force Academy...kind of like Annapolis or West Point, except less gay and in Colorado Springs.

Excerpt:

"Mandatory military "training".

Fire extinguisher use, operational government security briefing, and how to properly use a government travel credit card (Should you, or should you not use it for non government expenses?).

Most people click through the slides at lightning speed in order to get to the quiz at the end which is mostly:

True/False: Should you disobey an order that commands you to commit a criminal offense?

and

Which of the following could the enemy do to obtain information?:
a) tapping phone calls
b) hacking into emails
c) using spies to infiltrate
d) all of the above


Landscape. Not portrait, landscape.

Once you have completed said "training" online, you have to print out the certificate which says "Cadet XY has completed Government Travel Card Training!" and give it to your Flight Commander. However, portrait-style certificates are not acceptable, and should you print it any style other than "landscape" which does nothing but waste ink and make the font bigger, you will be awoken at 10:30 at night in order to be informed of your discrepancy.



"Not-so-forty-days"
In the meantime, the squadron is celebrating "Non-forty days", which happens to be forty days long, but isn't Commandant un-approved "Forty Days", and actually begins 41 days before recognition for the following reasons, according to my NCO:


"'40 Days' will not be observed this year due to decisions above my level. We will be having a “Recognition Ramp-up” which will last 40 days instead. It will be just like 40 days, except more difficult.
As far as the actual number of days until recognition, you should know by now training staff has the power to warp time and decide exactly when recognition will happen. Tell your classmates to drink water."

Did you know they can also walk through walls and read minds?

Dont worry, it'll all be over soon
In other news, the cadet from Squad 7 is still in a psychiatric ward because, among other reasons, he was forced to dig his own grave during basic.

This has been another Daily yoosahfa tidbit."

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/17602141/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/17602141/ Mon, 31 Mar 2008 08:03:55 PDT
...I'm back!

After a year-long hiatus, I'm ready to DO WORK, SON.

...or, rather, DO ART, CHILD.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/14956082/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/14956082/ Sun, 07 Oct 2007 13:01:34 PDT
[link]

I'd love to here from y'all, and check up on pepes' artness. The DA is blocked where I live, so I can't see ya otherwise. T__T

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/14548769/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/14548769/ Sat, 08 Sep 2007 16:39:16 PDT
...it's been, what, 3 months?

I made it through Basic Training, and now I'm a fourthclass cadet at the Air Force Academy. This is the first opportunity I've had to get back to this site, since it's blocked up there and I've never had a chance to get away until now. Now I may be able to get away on weekends, so mayhaps I can check up more frequently.

It's good to be back.

...gotta go...I'm with a religious retreat, and we're trying to worm our way into letting the concierge of THE Stanley Hotel let us watch "the Shining" there.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/13163916/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/13163916/ Thu, 31 May 2007 12:49:13 PDT So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool..

Opening Credits:
- Walk On By - Seal

First Day of School:
- Murder By Numbers - The Police

Falling in Love:
- Dashboard - Modest Mouse

First Kiss:
- Dirty Pool - Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble

Trippy High Scene:
- Aqualung - Jethro Tull

Fight Song:
- The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

Breaking Up:
- Why Aye Man - Mark Knopfler

Prom:
- A Warning (Dub) Featuring Hutchy - Thievery Corporation

Life's just...OK:
- Capricorn (A Brand New Name) - 30 Seconds To Mars

Mental Breakdown:
- Velvet Green - Jethro Tull

Driving:
- Lift Me Up (Mylo Mix) - Moby

Flashback:
- O Valencia! - The Decemberists

Getting Back Together:
- Have A Cigar - Pink Floyd

Birth of Child:
- Can't Stop Messin - Aerosmith

At A Party:
- Another Bag of Bricks - Flogging Molly

Defining Moment In Life Scene:
- Warm Love - Van Morrison

Finale Battle:
- Dalai Lama - Rammstein

Funeral Song:
- Marbletown - Mark Knopfler

End Credits:
- Sadness - Enigma

...there is some music (sadly absent) that I would definately miss in my life soundtrack. Guess it's good I have it all on my iPod, huh?

May I point out that my finale battle song is German death-metal/techno? That's because I rock. A lot.

Blame all the Euro space-music on my brother. He finds all that stuff and infects me with it.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12978307/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12978307/ Wed, 16 May 2007 14:11:21 PDT
Pretty spiffy way to finish off my last day of high school EVER, I think.

...uh-oh. Hail predicted. And shit, I hear it coming.

Nope. Tis here now. Crap. Time to go. *excited*

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12876587/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12876587/ Mon, 07 May 2007 13:59:05 PDT
I LOVED Spider-Man 3. People really are wusses. Seriously, people: it was meant to be FUNNY. You're SUPPOSED to laugh at EmoParker. The movie was SUPPOSED to be corny, as Sam Raimi's direct shout-out to all his real-Spider-Man-fans-who've-actually-read-the-comics pepes. That's the point. Geez. If you can't laugh at guys with eyeliner, then stop telling me you think Jackass is hilarious. If you went in thinking it was going to be either 'Die Hard' or 'Schindler's List,' you're an idiot.

At least EmoParker could kick some serious ass, finally (I liked the part where he beat up whiny Eddie Brock in Jameson's office). And I laughed hysterically when he whipped out the dance moves. Grow a sense of humor, guys. Or I should say, mature your sense of humor. You can laugh at boobs and guys getting kicked in the nuts but you can't laugh at obvious spoofdom. Seriously.

My verdict: IF YOU LAUGHED AT 'SHAUN OF THE DEAD' AND 'HOT FUZZ', GO SEE SPIDER-MAN 3 AND PREPARE TO BE HONESTLY ENTERTAINED. Which brings me to another point: See 'Hott Fuzz.' It now tops my list of Best Movies of All Time, along with it's equally awesome Spoof Masterpiece from a couple years back, 'Shaun of the Dead.' The title (and the previews, for that matter) is totally misleading: I laughed, and cried, and cheered (and did all three at the same time) at least once each during the movie.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12872743/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12872743/ Mon, 07 May 2007 06:55:09 PDT

...am I the ONLY person who loved Spider-Man 3? I thought EmoParker was hilarious.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12855660/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12855660/ Sat, 05 May 2007 18:55:31 PDT
Stolen from


In the next seven days, you will:

* have someone fall in love with you
* find money you've been missing
* your luck will change for the better in all areas... love, happiness, job, money...

BUT...first you should repost this with 1 of these titles as a journal and try to get other people's reactions:

"Guess who i kissed last night!"
"I'm a lesbian"
"who you..Never..."
"I GOT ARRESTED AGAIN"
"Just to settle all the rumors... yes i did"
"I'm getting married!"
"I got the job!.. I'm moving to Japan!"
"I miss him."
"I guess it was never meant to be"
"I'm gonna be a daddy!"
"I'm gonna be a mommy!"
"I'm moving : ("
"guess who i want to kiss"

...yeah right. But I really wanted to use that as a journal title.

]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12221020/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12221020/ Sat, 17 Mar 2007 14:56:56 PDT

My little bro and I are cinephiles. The following scene occured while watching 'Ocean's Eleven' on our HDTV and being thoroughly Irish: cooking potatoes, corned beef, and cabbage for St. Patty's Day. What can I say?

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Elliot Gould (Reuben, in regard to Ocean's inquiry about the hotel security in Vegas): "They've got enough armed guards to occupy Paris!"

Me: *chuckle*

Philip: "That's like, ONE German."

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GO AHEAD - I DARE YOU TO READ ALL OF THIS.

British
[ ] You drink a lot of tea.
[ ] You know what a brolly is.
[ ] Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.
[ ] You wanted Ben to win X Factor.
[ ] You use the word "bugger"or the phrase "bloody hell" a lot.
[ ) Fish and Chips are yummy.
[ ] You can eat a Full English Breakfast.
[ ] You dislike emos almost as much as you dislike chavs.
[ ] Its football...not soccer.
Total:

Australian
[] You wear flip flops all year.
[] You call flipflops thongs not flip flops.
[ ] You love a backyard barbie.
[ ] You know a barbie is not a doll.
[ ] You love the beach.
[ ] Sometimes you swear without realizing.
[ ] You're a sports fanatic.
[ ] You are tanned.
[] You're a bit of a bogan.
[] You have an Australian something
Total:

Italian
[ ] The Sopranos is a great show.
[ ] Your last name ends in a vowel.
[ ] Your grandmother makes her own sauces.
[ ] You know how a real meatball tastes.
[ ] You know Italian songs.
[ ] You have dark hair and dark eye color.
[ ] You speak some italian.
[ ] You are under 5'10''
[ ] You know what a italian horn is
[ ] Pizza/spaghetti is the best food in the world!
[ ] You talk with your hands.
Total:

Spanish
[ ] You say member instead of Remember.
[ ] You speak Spanish or some.
[ ] You like burritos.
[ ] YoU TyPe lIkE ThIs On Da CoMpUtEr.
[ ] You are dark skinned.
[ ] You know what a Puta is.
[ ] You talk fast occasionally.
[ ] You have had highlights or have dyed your hair.
[ ] You know what platanos are.
Total:

Russian
[ ] You say villian as: Vee-lon.
[ ] You get short tempered.
[ ] You know of somebody named Natasha.
[ ] You get cold easily.
[ ] Rain is fun for you.
[ ] You get into contests all the time.
[ ] You can easily make do with the cold weather.

Total:

Irish
[ ] You think beer is the best.
[ ] You have a bad temper.
[ ] Your last name starts with a Mc, Murph, O', Fitz or ends with a ley, on, un, an, in, ry, ly, y.
[ ] You have blue or green eyes.
[ ] You like the color green.
[ ] You have been to a St. Pattys day party.
[ ] You have a family member from Ireland.
[ ] You have blonde hair.
[ ] You have/had freckles.
[ ] Your family get togethers always include drinking and singing.

Total: 4.

African American
[ ] You say nigga/nukka casually
[ ] You have nappy hair.
[ ] You like rap.
[ ] You know how to shoot a gun
[ ] You think President George Walker Bush is racist.
[ ] You like chicken.
[ ] You like watermelon.
[ ] You can dance.
[ ] You can 'sing' gospel.
Total:

Asian
[ ] You have slanty/small eyes.
[ ] You like rice a lot.
[ ] You are good at math.
[ ] You have played the piano.
[ ] You have family from Asia.
[ ] You laugh sometimes covering your mouth.
[ ] Most people think you're Chinese.
[ ] You call hurricanes typhoons.
[ ] You go to Baulko.
Total:

German
[ ] You like bread.
[ ] You think German Chocolate is good.
[ ] You Speak some German.
[ ] You know what Schnitzel is.
[ ] You hate it when stupid people call you a Nazi. (I'm A COMMUNIST, SILLY.)
[ ] You went to Pre-school.
[ ] You're over 5'2
Total:

Canadian
[ ] You like/play/played hockey.
[ ] You love beer.
[ ] You say eh.
[ ] You know what poutine is.
[ ] You speak some french.
[ ] You love Tim Horton's.
[ ] At one point you lived in a farm house.
[ ] You watch/watched degrassi.
Total:

American
[ ] You hate foriegners.
[ ] You hate non - Christians.
[ ] You're lazy.
[ ] You are not cultured.
[ ] You hate abortion.
[ ] But love the death penalty.
[ ] You don't read.
[ ] You shop at walmart.
[ ] You think this survey is rather biased.
Total:

There are a couple of things that I love about this. First, I like how the author (who obviously ISN'T an American) has decidely excluded African Americans from the rest of the American population. I don't know about you Europeans, but as a rule, here in MY country, your nationality is 100% independent of the color of your skin. Unless, of course, you want to differentiate yourself that... ]]> ~coyotie http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12147174/ http://coyotie.deviantart.com/journal/12147174/ Sun, 11 Mar 2007 17:32:08 PDT __>

This is fairly amusing. And I have wierd friends who like to send my such odd files as e-mail attachments. Constantly. So I shall share the fairly amusing goodness with the world.

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EDIT: Heheheh...and this one too.

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