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February 27th, 2009
11:37 pm
savagems@lhd4.navy.mil if anyone is interested.
I've been punishing my body alot. Worked my legs out throroughly harsh today and could barely walk up or down a ladders, which are the only way to go up and down levels on a ship. I'd like to be in shape like after high school, but better and bigger.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/opiummmm/foxies/discontent.gif) discontent
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November 27th, 2008
11:27 pm - Hmmm
Still the same old G, but Ive been low key. So, I'm on top of the world right now. I am now a third class petty officer in the United states Navy, HM3 (FMF) Michael S. Savage, to be exact. I have a completely amazing and wonderful person in my life. I've stopped smoking. I've made a drastic cutback on drinking. I'll have a beer OR two if I do decide to drink, and every now and again get hammered drunk but thats been rare like a good asian driver. Drinking problem gone and out the window. No more getting lost in the middle of nowhere after chasing a mexican on a bicycle and causing a scene in a local diner trying to find him, but thats another story and another time. I'm gonna be driving back on December 19th from cali to md again. I haven't really talked to anyone at all lately and there is a good reason. I've been in hardXcore ghost mode and work like a motherfucker. Some things like my training schedule have been quite the ridiculous time consuming worthless events ever created, but they happen. I have a new phone, a sidekick, which I couldn't retrieve phone numbers off of due to some operating system difference and the fact that I smashed my old phone didn't help. Yup.
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September 13th, 2008
01:33 am - I wake up everyday and thank the corps
I pretty much ran 12 miles with a flak jacket and all the stuffings included. in two and a half hours. from the top of a mountain. 4000 some feet up. as we were turning weapons into the armory i had a mass heat casualty. like three people passed out. I bounded as best as I could and threw iv bags everywhere like the magician i am. I'm a fucking marksman with a catheter in people's veins. Or a junkie in a past life. time to sleep and get up in 4 hours.
HN(FMF) M. Savage, USN
P.S. When I get out in a couple years I'm going to Amsterdam and forgetting everything that has ever happened.
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June 20th, 2008
09:17 pm - I might
end up going to the snipers for my battalion.I've been out in the field with them this past week...and I could see myself here. Next week I will get to shoot a .50 cal rifle. Uh, fucking awesome. As I have quite smoking I keep finding stashed packs every where. More people are on Turkish Jades.
Also...........Senator John McCain's son, Jim is pretty fucking cool. Stellar fucking marine. My buddy was his corpsman in iraq
Edit: I've now been up for 36 hours and counting....
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June 11th, 2008
10:12 pm - oh yeah
I stopped smoking. I said when they stopped making Jades I wouldn't settle for less. I'm done man. Now I can put more gas in my tank. Next up...stop dipping.
All the senior leadership didn't show up for this company hike for my platoon, so I claimed platoon commander for my platoon. We're all e-3 and below and shit. 10 miles up a fucking mountain and then down. Going up the incline we passed half of first platoon because they were puking or dieing. Me and my boy Gilliam, who was acting platoon sergeant, kept turning around and yelling at our platoon to not give up on the uphill. I was pretty motivated and then a boot from weapons platoon dropped, hit his forehead on a rock and got concussercised. Shit took like ten minutes for everyone to pass and the safety vic to evac him. Two hours later while we were waiting to get picked up I taught boots how to give IVs.
I get to cover badass courses like...combat hunter/urban recon/blt gunfighter/mortar/machinegun. And I'm trying to get on a 2 month deployment to jordan.
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June 6th, 2008
06:17 pm - Sometimes I wonder
If I should have joined the coast guard. stationed in baltimore. inner harbor status. I'd wake up, put on my utility uniform and be all like... "Hey, Mark, wanna patrol over to the eastern shore side of the bay? I know this great restaraunt at this marina."
"Nah, man. I'd like to see how many boats we can board today and fuck with people."
"I guess I'll put on my Pachelli name tapes then"
and then I'd thrash my boat on waves all fucking day and be happy and shit.
I'm going to join this jui-jitsu gym that my old LT goes to. I need an outlet to vent. I'm getting pretty bad, like the smallest thing could set me off, or I'll get pissed and walk away from something only to get even more pissed at someone else. I yelled at this homeless guy for like 10 minutes because he wanted some change. I grappled for like 2 hours today and so far I don't feel like shooting myself or driving into another car. I need to go to Tijuana and get some ephedra and start working out again like my senior year and shit, except big shit and start juicing and eating babies for protein and shit. I'll prolly delete this in a week like usual, dunno why I even post.
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March 7th, 2005
04:22 pm - You know, that I've been waiting for it
Consolidation.
The Pit Bull Problem.
From: "Steve Sheetz" <stevesh@sheetz.com> Add to Address Book
To: s1mplysavage@yahoo.com
Subject: Sheetz Employee TCF Response - ID:1402664
Date: Sun, 06 Mar 2005 23:41:17 -0500
Ted, Not really sure how to respond to that one!
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###Original Message###
Dear Steve, I consumed a Smokehouse Steak Sub, which I believe contained psychadelic mushrooms, which I was assured were sauteed mushrooms. The visions occured when i was sitting home watching the Late Show with David Letterman. Suddenly, I became aware of my surroundings as they began to breathe and writhe with life and agony. I could feel pain of laughter flowing from the walls as letterman made wisecracks about tom Cruise. it was then that the Sheetz wrapper lept from my coffee table and began to fly around my living room. it attacked me like a bat out of Hell. I could hear Meatloaf singing in the background. it was then that i felt like i died and turned into a cucumber. fungus sprouted and formed my arms and legs, and I was mobile again, this time sucking nutrients from my couch, which was now a pirate ship sailing the seas full of booty and pirates. they worshipped me as the Cucumber Pirate, feared of all the vegetables. NO ONE COULD TOUCH ME! I was a god amongst men! And then the! dragon fleet came, and the flamingo vikings attacked from the skies. That battle raged on for eons. i was consumed by the largest dragon, Maelstrom, the inhibitor and most powerful fucking dragon in the entire universe and astral underverse infinate. it was then that I resumed my mortal form of ted the barbarian. i ventured forth into his belly and met with the Bile goblins and intestinal orcs. we fought over the rights of supreme ruler of the dragon gut. Of course i won, and inherited super awesome powers of 24 strength, 21 dexterity and and healthy 24 constitution, and the immense wealth the dragon had consumed. It was then that I realized there was a human settlement in the valleys of his stomach lining. many a slutty maiden were ravaged and my bastard children ran amuck. Nothing stops me from conquering the world of the dragon gut and sea of acid. the end. I awoke in a pile of my own vomit. i did not want to experience all of the aforementioned visuals.
Later on that day...
live rumination: i gave up givin a shit for lent, so i went berserk on a group of old ladies with a pipe that was bent, went three rounds before the weapon was past dent, fuckin cracked one bitch so hard sent her skull all the way to Kent, county nigga, you know who's bigga when you pull the hatchet, and i laugh as the slugs bounce off my members only jacket.
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