fuck that shit
Okay time for a thoughtful entry:
.... I find myself giving into peer pressure for the first time in my life. I find that funny. I hate it. I hate it when I do it. This is the first place I've ever gone where I didn't automatically feel superior enough to assert myself and be confident... and so I downplay myself in class for the first time in my life. Which in all honesty doesn't really say much, because downplaying obnoxious constant question answering still leaves slightly annoying constant question answering, but I make myself sound less sure and sometimes I really studder, either consciously or unconsciously. Mostly I can't help it though. This place goes a mile a minute and sometimes you're just so jacked up that all of your bad things come out. My twitch in my right hand, getting stuck on words, mumbling, counting, obsessive compulsive organization and reorganization...things I try so hard not to admit to myself but that I've been doing for years. And now I'm in a very self-analytical Psych class which REALLY looks at your motivations and guilt and fears and damn, it's crazy. It's like this place strips you bare and makes you glare at your unmasked, unobtruded self in the harsh glaring light of reality.
Anyway! So in my Bio class, there are many people. Of these people, ONE IS MY PLATOON SERGEANT, who sits RIGHT BEHIND ME. The man scares the living shit out of me. I don't know if I'll be able to like....take notes without my hand shaking...lol. And then SGT Marshall, my former first sergeant, is in there along with some rugby girls and other high ranking fuckers. So tonight I'm in Chem study again and I should be working. My new phrase is "fuck that shit." I use it all the time. I use it for people, things, events, homework, and opinions. So fuck that shit.
Eh. Work calls.
Wait there's more I just can't remember. PT twice today, both sucked. Rifle PT. Not fun. I marched the PLT back. I cursed out my rookbuddy. I haven't eaten lately, I can't eat well after PT cause my stomach is all lyke WTF OMG WTF OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMG!! So that means every breakfast and dinner I eat very little b/c I have PT at 0600 and until 1750, so I have my two biggest meals after PT but don't eat much! Plus I rairly have time for lunch so I'll either rush through it or get a bagged lunch but when they're out, I have to forego it and shove Chef Boyardee or ramen down my throat in the chem study where I keep it like I did today. Not much food. But I polished off some trail mix today, so that kept me going.
The apple's been eaten. Who ate the chem study apple?
This is the mystery of the day. Perhaps Healy, but we may never know. Unless we ask him, but then he might just give us weird looks and do impressions. Which is annoyingly funny. And WTF was that?
.... I find myself giving into peer pressure for the first time in my life. I find that funny. I hate it. I hate it when I do it. This is the first place I've ever gone where I didn't automatically feel superior enough to assert myself and be confident... and so I downplay myself in class for the first time in my life. Which in all honesty doesn't really say much, because downplaying obnoxious constant question answering still leaves slightly annoying constant question answering, but I make myself sound less sure and sometimes I really studder, either consciously or unconsciously. Mostly I can't help it though. This place goes a mile a minute and sometimes you're just so jacked up that all of your bad things come out. My twitch in my right hand, getting stuck on words, mumbling, counting, obsessive compulsive organization and reorganization...things I try so hard not to admit to myself but that I've been doing for years. And now I'm in a very self-analytical Psych class which REALLY looks at your motivations and guilt and fears and damn, it's crazy. It's like this place strips you bare and makes you glare at your unmasked, unobtruded self in the harsh glaring light of reality.
Anyway! So in my Bio class, there are many people. Of these people, ONE IS MY PLATOON SERGEANT, who sits RIGHT BEHIND ME. The man scares the living shit out of me. I don't know if I'll be able to like....take notes without my hand shaking...lol. And then SGT Marshall, my former first sergeant, is in there along with some rugby girls and other high ranking fuckers. So tonight I'm in Chem study again and I should be working. My new phrase is "fuck that shit." I use it all the time. I use it for people, things, events, homework, and opinions. So fuck that shit.
Eh. Work calls.
Wait there's more I just can't remember. PT twice today, both sucked. Rifle PT. Not fun. I marched the PLT back. I cursed out my rookbuddy. I haven't eaten lately, I can't eat well after PT cause my stomach is all lyke WTF OMG WTF OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMG!! So that means every breakfast and dinner I eat very little b/c I have PT at 0600 and until 1750, so I have my two biggest meals after PT but don't eat much! Plus I rairly have time for lunch so I'll either rush through it or get a bagged lunch but when they're out, I have to forego it and shove Chef Boyardee or ramen down my throat in the chem study where I keep it like I did today. Not much food. But I polished off some trail mix today, so that kept me going.
The apple's been eaten. Who ate the chem study apple?
This is the mystery of the day. Perhaps Healy, but we may never know. Unless we ask him, but then he might just give us weird looks and do impressions. Which is annoyingly funny. And WTF was that?