YEEEEE!!!!
Car? Check. Insurance? Check. Obligatory social activities complete. Now, packing and consolidating paperwork for a permanent change of station!!! ... and becoming not-as-chubby. Let the calisthenics begin. We must be brutal. We must be obnoxious. We must be NOT-AFRAID-OF-HURTING-LIKE-HELL!!
... forgive my frivolity. I'm on the rag and it makes what little brains I may or may not have possessed at one point dribble out of my head like the semifluid gunk oozing out of rotten sausages.
Ye-es. I am a PFC now. Only three more years to go! HEEEE! They never docked me for fraternization and/or underage drinking and/or violating every letter of the student code-of-conduct! MUA HA HA HA HA! ... in my defense though, there was a lot worse stuff going on in the barracks and nobody cared about that either. But this journal is about me, not them, so I don't even have to make my typical disclaimer about protecting the anonymity of anyone who might or might not be guilty.
Yeah. Mentioning actual names in one's journal is a mistake of the highest magnitude. Someone in my acquaintance did that. Someone in my acquaintance is going to get his fucking ass beat if he doesn't change such sentiments about me as he so indiscreetly disclosed.
Oh yeah. We're taking the English language for a fucking RIDE tonight, buddy.
I went to the mall today and tried on a corset. It didn't go well. I'm awkwardly proportioned in addition to currently being a tad overweight. Believe I'll cry myself to sleep. I don't know why I care so much lately, except that I'm so irritated that my physical form is so aesthetically displeasing. Gnnnng. I'm going to have to jump rope. It'll irritate the hell outta my shins, but maybe the dratted things deserve the irritation. I dunno. It's like I have these vague notions of exercising, but lack the initiative and motivation to actually DO stuff. (sigh) Okay, I'll start getting off my ass. And I'll write about it for future self-mockery. Anything to stop looking like a potato.