Basic Info:
Nicknames: Mac Attack, Mac, Lucky Charms, Yeoman Good-Looking, Big Mac, Two All-Beef Patties
Birthday: June 23, 1990
Age: 21
Relationship Status: Single, not actively looking
Hometown: Detroit, MI
Current Town: Pensacola, FL
Occupation: CTMSN with the US Navy
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
About Me
I'm short. My eyes are green. My natural hair color is blond but the current color is what I like to call "UNSAT Black" (it's so black that by all rights, the Navy should make me change it, but they don't because it looks natural for some reason). I wear contacts. I used to think I pissed off my Navy friends, but then I realized that the ones I had before were idiots (there's two of them) whose only friend now is the other, and the dumbasses got married (she's 21 in November, and he's 20 in February. I find this to be a huge mistake). My phone is a Droid 2 Global - not that I think you care, I just like it. I sleep with my teddy bear, who has his own set of dress whites. I love living in Florida. My favorite club down here is Emerald City, even though I've only been there thrice so far. Give me a few weeks, though - I'll be a regular soon. I was in Division 175 at Great Lakes and graduated May 20, 2011, so I haven't been in the Navy for very long. I'm a lesbian, and I'm insanely excited about the DADT repeal. I'm comfortable with who I am, and even though I've done some stupid things in the past (a few days ago, last month, three years ago, etc.) and wish I could change it, I know that God will take care of me. (In addition to being a lesbian, I'm a Roman Catholic and a Log-Cabin Republican, and I do not think that's weird at all.) Boot camp was the most difficult experience of my life, and even if I get kicked out tomorrow, I will always have what I learned there to help me through life. I'm not the weak little female who entered through the Golden Thirteen, doubtful that I would even graduate. I'm a poised, strong, intelligent, and eloquent female who can handle herself. Also, I like women and dancing in my room to Good Charlotte, and I like shining my boots and dressing in Goth and punk apparel. My nickname "Mac" comes from the first three letters of my last name being "Mac" "Mac Attack" is what one of the petty officers here calls me (he likes me. He thinks I'm funny). I got the nickname "Lucky Charms" because lately, I've become obsessed with The Boondock Saints series and constantly wear green now, and since my mother is Irish and my last name is one letter away from its Irish spelling, the person on Messenger Watch decided to call me Lucky Charms. "Yeoman Good-Looking" is one person's nickname for me because I'm a barracks yeoman and if a thousand idiots think I'm pretty, then I must be. I personally don't see it, but I do not care, either. I'd prefer to be looked at for how I dress than how my face happens to be put together. My nickname "Big Mac" comes from the same vein as Mac Attack, but with a McDonald's reference. Same with "Two All-Beef Patties," which is just an abbreviated version of "Two All-Beef Patties, Special Sauce, Lettuce, Cheese Pickles, Onions on a Sesame Seed Bun" which is legitimately what one of the petty officers here calls me. (That's all the ingredients of a Big Mac, in case you didn't know.)
Piggies. Jagerbombs. Being 21 finally. My phone. AFI. My bear. My computer. Women. This one girl in my barracks who I have a teeny little crush on (who I know also likes women, but she likes men, too). Emerald City. Gay clubs in general. Taco Bell. The Holy Grail of burger joints, Checker's/Rally's. McDonald's. A&W. Hungry Howie's. Sonic. Waffle House. My Chemical Romance. t.A.T.u. William Control. Social Distortion. Red Bull. Navy SEALs (the drink - a shot of Jagermeister and a shot of tequila). Being called Lucky Charms. Magnets (how do they work?!). Not being a Juggalette. Wearing suits. Rain. Sun. The beach. Not being stung by jellyfish. My new DVD collection (I had to start it again when I moved to Florida). Dr Pepper. Books. Having a Kindle on my Droid. The Lightning Bug app. Pokemon (every version. I don't discriminate based on what generation you play - I don't think any less of you if you can't name the original 151, and I won't think any more of you if you can, just like I don't think any generation is superior to the others). Calling cadence to the Sailor Moon theme song. Calling cadence to "Creep" by Radiohead. Calling cadence to "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry. Crossing the Quarterdeck drunk and realizing no one thinks I'm drunk. Black. Green. White. Red. Purple. Blue. Orange. Drunk texting my parents (it's a good thing I like them - I just text them saying how much I miss them). My parents. My whole family in general. Macbeth shoes. Osiris shoes. All-Star shoes. Vans shoes. My combat boots. My black hair. My eyes. Sleep. The feeling I get after I run three miles. That feeling I got when I knew I passed my final PRT at boot camp and would definitely graduate on time (when I realized that, I was so happy that I cried). Getting misty-eyed when I remember the capping ceremony after Battle Stations and how I cried like a baby because I was so proud of myself. My mom. My dad. Marking the head off-spot because I'm going in! Being a yeoman. Wearing my black corset coat in 100-degree Florida summer heat and being looked at like I'm nuts. Being looked at like I'm nuts. Being drunk - three or four Jagerbombs drunk, not "can't-stand-up-throwing-up-every-ten-minutes-hangover-in-the-morning" drunk. Being so drunk I can only speak Portuguese (LOL Simonson). Being alone in my room. Listening to my music. The Sims 2. The Sims 3. The Sims Medieval. My second roommate (I MISS YOU, TAYLOR!). When my third roommate (she's at her next command now) is fucking GONE (she will NOT shut up). People who can't go ten minutes without talking. Calling my (ex-) headmate "Cwikky" (pronounced "Swikky"). Most of my wardrobe. Nutella. A few Marines I know who are better shipmates than a lot of Sailors. Watching other people do a Stuntman (almost like a regular shot of tequila, but you snort the salt instead of licking it, squirt the lemon in your eye instead of your mouth, take the shot like normal, and then get punched, usually in the face and generally by a drinking buddy). Being graduated from my A School. Being in C School. Going to San Diego in the spring. Being assigned to a ship. The idea of being an RDC in five years' time.
Being sober. When the wireless internet in the barracks doesn't work. Straight girls who pretend to be bisexual. How every fucking female Marine on base is gorgeous as hell. Females who lose interest in me after a week. Being sunburnt. Being stung by jellyfish. My most recent ex-roommate (by her own admission, she needs constant attention from like three different people, or else she'll go nuts). Straight tequila.
The A.K.A.s (Are Everywhere!). The Academy Is. Adam & Andrew. Adam Lambert. AFI. Aiden. Alesana. Alice In Chains. Alkaline Trio. All-American Rejects. The Almost. Amber Pacific. American Hi-Fi. Amity Lane. Anatomy Of A Ghost. Anberlin. Angels & Airwaves. Armor For Sleep. Asking Alexandria. Atreyu. Attack Attack!. The Autumn Offering. Avenged Sevenfold. Avril Lavigne. Barenaked Ladies. Beastie Boys. The Beatles. Beck. Bikini Kill. Billy Idol. The Birthday Massacre. Black Veil Brides. Blaqk Audio. The Bled. blessthefall. blink-182. Bowling For Soup. Boys Like Girls. The Bravery. Breaking Benjamin. BrokeNCYDE. Bullet For My Valentine. Cherry Poppin' Daddies. Coldplay. Combichrist. The Creeps. cruxshadows. The Cure. Cute Is What We Aim For. Danny Elfman. Dashboard Confessional. Deadsy. Deftones. Depeche Mode. Disturbed. The Dollyrots. Dresden Dolls. Drop Dead, Gorgeous. Eiffel 65. Ellie Goulding. Emanuel. Emilie Autumn. Eminem. Envy On The Coast. Epica. Evanescence. Fair To Midland. Fall Out Boy. Falling In Reverse. Franz Ferdinand. From First To Last. Fuel. Godsmack. Goo Goo Dolls. Good Charlotte. Gossip. Greeley Estates. Green Day. H.I.M. Hawthorne Heights. Hollywood Undead. I Am Ghost (R.I.P.). Ice Nine Kills. Jack Off Jill. Jaye Thomas. Jeffree Star. Joy Division. Kerli. Kill Hannah. The Killers. A Kiss Could Be Deadly. Korn. Lady Gaga. Linkin Park. LMFAO. The Lonely Island. Ludo. Madina Lake. Marilyn Manson. Maroon 5. The Matches. Metric. Middle Class Rut. Mindless Self Indulgence. The Misfits. Motion City Soundtrack. Muse. Mute Math. My Chemical Romance. Nightwish. Nine Inch Nails. Nirvana. Nox Arcana. The Offspring. OhGr. OK Go. On The Last Day. Owl City. Panic! At The Disco. Papa Roach. P!nk. Rammstein. Red Hot Chili Peppers. Reggie & The Full Effect. Retard-O-Bot. Rise Against. Rob Zombie. Saliva. Sarah Brightman. Scary Kids Scaring Kids. Seether. Semi Precious Weapons. Senses Fail. Set Your Goals. She Wants Revenge. Shiny Toy Guns. Shop Boyz. Sick Puppies. Simple Plan. Skinny Puppy. Slipknot. The Smiths. Social Distortion. The Starting Line. Static-X. Steven Marque. Sum 41. t.A.T.u. Taking Back Sunday. TheBleedingAlarm. Three Days Grace. Thursday. Tokio Hotel. Trapt. Treaty Of Paris. TYR. The Underneath. Underoath. The Used. The Velvet Underground. Vitamin String Quartet. VNV Nation. Weezer. The White Tie Affair. William Control. 30 Seconds To Mars. 3Oh!3.
My Navy friends: D. Weedling, R. Cwiklik (Cwikky), G. Campbell (maiden name Baldwin), J. Kim, McLean, R. Hofilena, N. Shavers (Papa Bear), Dys Smith, M. Simonson, M. Delfino, I. Verduzco, D. Brooks, S. Jernigan, J. Lydick, K. Graziano, G. Honesty (honestly), B. Boyd., B. Toporcer, A. Taylor, C. Curlee, V. Williams, V. Yang, P.L. Thompson, K. Perser, J. Ripslinger, S. Shreve.
My Marine friends: A. Ubides, D. Berroa.
American Psycho (Bret Easton Ellis). The Harry Potter saga (J.K. Rowling). The Map of Time: A Novel by Felix J. Palma. The World Set Free, The First Men in the Moon, The Time Machine, The War in the Air, The War of the Worlds all by H. G. Wells. Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne. The Sherlock Holmes collections by Arthur Conan Doyle. Dracula by Bram Stoker. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The Shining by Stephen King.
This one weekend not too long ago, I'd just met this Marine who I'd been eyefucking in the hallways at school for like five weeks and we were texting. I was at a hotel with a few friends and most of us (save the wife of one of these aforementioned friends) were playing Dungeons and Dragons and all of us were drinking. I announced that I wanted someone to take my phone away because I theorized that if I got drunk enough, I'd say something stupid to this Marine and creep the shit out of her. So my friend takes my phone long before I'm that drunk and I loudly demand it back, and finally his wife brings it over to me and I'm all happy until I realize it's about two ounces lighter than it should be - the battery was taken out. I fought this bitch tooth and nail to get it back, splitting my lip over her fist and getting scratched on my cheek so hard it drew blood. I got it back, and I was proud of myself. Also, it was fucking hilarious. 
