A friend in need is a friend who bleeds
I was marked FTR for the final formation last Thursday even though I was indeed present. Still, even with multiple people vouching over me they still took the sergeant's word over mine. So there's nothing I can really do except complain to the first sergeant about it Monday. My squad leader believed me and took my side but was still forced to give me "corrective training". So they eliminated my weekend pass and gave me extra duty for the next few days but they still are yet to assign me anything.
Even though I'm trying to save money as much as possible, I may drop some cash on Microsoft Word. I'm in a constant fight over whether or not I should purchase something, but I think this would be a very progressive buy. This morning I started working on my novel from NaNoWriMo, trying to edit it and make it suck a little less, and I'm also needing to set off the project for my cheerful zombie apocalypse that many people have been waiting for. Lauren wants me to hurry up and completely finish the novel that I'm currently working on. She said my work tends to motivate her to be creative herself.
The idea for the car and the Vegas trip is still in question, but every time I think of it, there comes this inevitable sense that I'll be in the Middle East much sooner than imagined. I'll be making a bitch load of money there that I won't be spending, especially if I take a hit... but lets not count our eggs before they hatch.
Still, I'd like to have some money to go home with before I ship out, bringing the idea that maybe I should be looking for a car in the mean time. I don't know
God, I hate being in situations where I can't see months into the future
The guys want to go off post next weekend. The plan for now is to hit up Savannah, but if things go like usual, we'll remain in Augusta. We're trying to find a strip club to celebrate the fact that we're alone on Valentines Day. Afterward, we'll stay at the nearest hotel and get drunk together like the lushes that we are, becoming warrior poets and embracing the suicidal dawn.
I've been talking to alot of old flames lately, hoping to revive some passion even though I know its stupid. I should go back to the strategy I had last year and look for someone entirely new to start off fresh with. It worked out in finding Robin, though I'm sure my taste in women has changed a little since I've become a government weapon. We'll see how that goes at the bars next weekend.
At the moment I'm watching My Girl. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I remembered this movie being really funny. And its not... not at all.
The night is velvet
Like the fabric on her body
If only she knew
-Michael R
Even though I'm trying to save money as much as possible, I may drop some cash on Microsoft Word. I'm in a constant fight over whether or not I should purchase something, but I think this would be a very progressive buy. This morning I started working on my novel from NaNoWriMo, trying to edit it and make it suck a little less, and I'm also needing to set off the project for my cheerful zombie apocalypse that many people have been waiting for. Lauren wants me to hurry up and completely finish the novel that I'm currently working on. She said my work tends to motivate her to be creative herself.
The idea for the car and the Vegas trip is still in question, but every time I think of it, there comes this inevitable sense that I'll be in the Middle East much sooner than imagined. I'll be making a bitch load of money there that I won't be spending, especially if I take a hit... but lets not count our eggs before they hatch.
Still, I'd like to have some money to go home with before I ship out, bringing the idea that maybe I should be looking for a car in the mean time. I don't know
God, I hate being in situations where I can't see months into the future
The guys want to go off post next weekend. The plan for now is to hit up Savannah, but if things go like usual, we'll remain in Augusta. We're trying to find a strip club to celebrate the fact that we're alone on Valentines Day. Afterward, we'll stay at the nearest hotel and get drunk together like the lushes that we are, becoming warrior poets and embracing the suicidal dawn.
I've been talking to alot of old flames lately, hoping to revive some passion even though I know its stupid. I should go back to the strategy I had last year and look for someone entirely new to start off fresh with. It worked out in finding Robin, though I'm sure my taste in women has changed a little since I've become a government weapon. We'll see how that goes at the bars next weekend.
At the moment I'm watching My Girl. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I remembered this movie being really funny. And its not... not at all.
The night is velvet
Like the fabric on her body
If only she knew
-Michael R