Wohoo, my 10K post! This is the best 10K post ever on ACF =P and also the best Focus On =P. ok well maybe not the best focus on, but it's got me in it, so it's gonna be good...
Oh yes, i am quite the arab, LOL...This is long.
i tend to go back and forth, so bear with me.
Yay. Well, where to start. I was born in June 9th 1986. I've lived in Las Vegas all my life. I am half Mexican. My mother is mexican (from Juarez) and my father is American (from philadelphia). I've always been the shy type. Which explains my lac of a social life. I do believe i have anxiety or some sort of social phobia. It comes from my dad's side.
My mother and father divorced when i was around 7. I really can't remember what i felt at the time. I was raised by my mom. Lived my life and 5th grade, i had to wear husky pants. My mom would get mad because she couldn't find any pants that fit me, lol. I was a dork up until 8th grade. I hated my middle school. I didn't really have any confidence. I just recently found it though.
I went to the Advanced Technologies Academy High School (www.a-tech.org) for 9-12th. I absolutely loved it there. Every year just got better. 9th grade sucked but it got better. 10th grade comes and i met this girl. She was going to be going to my high school. Well this girl was my best friend's sister. Big mistake. Stuff happened and well, stopped talking to each other. I'm not going to go into detail because it was long ago, but that one got me. I had never been brought down like that lol. After that point i was different. I had grown up. It took me awhile to get over her, though. 11th grade rolls around and im back. I've got my car, i'm good to go. I changed my style, got different clothes, things were good. I was finally starting to realize that holy crap, i'm hot. Continuing on...
I played AC when i was 12. I started playing about a month after retail. I saw my brother play it and i was interested. I remember him being in a dungeon in BH (around Wei-Jou) and getting owned by a tusker. There were Virindi in there too. I got hooked. Nothing had ever gotten my attention like that. I'd want to hurry up and get through the day so that i could play Asheron's Call. Unfortunately my grades kind of slipped in 9th and 10th grade. I spent a little too much time on AC. But i had a blast playing that game. It's the best game i've ever played. i also met Ryan (WulfgarEntreri) when i overheard him talk about AC in Computer Science class. From there it was love.
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i believe very much in honor and doing the right thing. It's what i'm based on. I believe without it, i am nothing. I got my first gf when i was 16 almost 17 years old. I was always nervous to talk to girls. She was the one that asked me out, lol. I just didn't know how to act. I don't know many girls, i know only like 2. I'm a late bloomer what can i say. But it has made me into what i am today. A nice guy who treats people with respect. Although being a nice guy pretty much gets me nowhere with the females, heh. But i refuse to be an @$$hole. At least i can look in the mirror and know that i did the right thing. That's all that really matters.
Things went bad with the gf because of her best friend. She apparently got jealous and claimed that i said things that i didn't say. And she's the one that hooked us up, lol. Go figure. It turned out that my gf was a slut...and i got none. Go figure again. She went kinda psycho. She would put crap in my locker and just try to instigate stuff. She even wanted to key my car. crazy.
senior year comes and there's another girl. i liked her for awhile but never said anything. i figured why bother, she probably doesn't like me anyway. come to find out, she did, argh. anyway, things are going great with her and i before i left for bootcamp. however, i'm back but she doesn't talk to me. I know she's busy, has school and work but if you really want to talk someone, you'll find time. Period. If the situation was reversed i would have saw her the very night she got back. The being busy was just an excuse. I mean, if you don't want to talk to me, fine, things change i understand that. I've totally changed but damnit at least give me the courtesy of telling me. I treated her so damn nicely and this what i get. See what i mean about being a nice guy? It's only gotten me screwed. But i refuse to be an @$$hole or to pretend to be somebody i'm not. All i ever wanted was the truth.
it's january of senior year and i got a call from a marine corps recruiter. we talk and i go in and next thing i know i join the marines. i really did want to be a marine. i wanted to give back to the country what the country has given me. i shipped out on July 26th 2004. I was scared to say the least. I was going to be an Assaultman (guy with the rocket launcher) with the Infantry. Boot camp was pretty tough. The hardest part was being away from your family. I did fairly well considering i only weighed 120 pounds. 2 months into training i got injured at Camp Pendleton (San Diego). I had a stress fracture in my right femur/left tibia, nerve damage in my left shoulder, knee problems, and my right shoulder grinds and pops when it moves. I was in the Medical Recovery Platoon for 2 months before finally getting discharged. I wasn't healing. My legs were still hurting and my shoulder still was grinding and popping. There's a story with the whole Medical down there in San Diego but i don't feel like getting into it. Basically medical is VERY corrupt down there. I wrote a post about bootcamp a *little* bit. I did not go into complete detail. People would be upset if i told them everything that happened down there. However, i did get flamed by a couple of people. Unfortunately for them, they did not experience what i experienced nor did they see what i saw. So they have no room to talk.
I went through a whole ordeal with medical and blah blah. I arrive home and rest, basically. Been going to the doctor to see what's going on. I have to go to physical therapy 3 days a week. None of this is being payed for by the military. I'm currently writing about my *whole* bootcamp experience. From the day i left to the present. It takes a lot of time and effort to write. I never realized that. The doctors said that i'm pretty much healthy. Just have to get my shoulders back to normal, other than that i'm good to go. But if i would have carried on with training, things would have been worse than what they are right now. As of right now i have 80% strength in my left arm and 40% strength in my right arm. My right arm is my dominant arm. While i was in MRP, i took up the position as a Scribe. We basically did all the paperwork. You'd do anything not to lose your mind in there. It's like prison. But even prison is better. You get the internet and TV in prison. And visitors too. But it's all another post. Once i finish writing, *maybe* i'll post it.
I start school on the 25th of January. I'm taking 4 classes. Introduction to Criminal Justice, Anthropology, Sociology, and Psychology. I got on Tuesdays and Wednesdays from 9:30AM-4:50PM. I plan on having a career in the field of Law Enforcement. I was formally an explorer with the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department. I still am an explorer actually, but I am on leave. But here i am. While my boot camp experienced sucked more than Paris Hilton, i did learn a lot. I'm no longer that shy pansy i used to be. I would constantly be worried about if i was doing things right, if i was being funny, crap like that. Now, i don't care. I just do whatever and if people don't like it, that's their problem. I'm better. But it's not worth the price i had to pay. (The friendship that i lost). But you move on. Adapt and overcome. I learned that you can't dwell on things. And that's what my problem was before.
As soon as im 100% i'm planning on going back to the gym and eating lots of protein (and all that health good stuff) and bulking up. It'll be my project. My life isn't over. It's merely a new beginning. One that i'm grateful for.
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If you dont like the police, the next time you need help, call a crackhead.
