Welcome to Raccoon City, the happiest place on Earth
It's been a full month now that we've been in this country. We have eleven more months to go, though most people like counting down the weeks as that gives them a more comfortable approach. The cooks serves steak every Sunday, so people have become accustomed to saying, "we have 48 steaks left" instead of "48 weeks." It's the little things that keep the slightest optimism alive.
I'd like to say I've been productive so far. Class begins in a few weeks, I'm slowly coming up with ideas for potential fiction, and yesterday I started back on my gym routine. I had been slacking over four days and had to force myself to get back into the rhythm. It provided the same euphoria coming back after a few days of idleness, however I'm going to need to stick with it to reach goal #2. On a side note, I also want to have decent looking arms when on the prowl for drunk British sorority bitches.
With nothing much to do after having lunch I sat down to begin the Resident Evil series. It didn't take me long to remember how much I love Milla Jovovich; about the same amount of time it took me to remember the series went on a sharp downward sprial after the first twenty minutes. I heard that they were trying to revamp the series again; still with Milla, but with different directors who will make the zombies have more realism and the situations less ridiculous. I still have my fingers crossed that they will slate Romero for this project.
Finishing the first movie and moving on to the second, I started thinking about Jess and decided to give her a call. There seemed to have been some kind of distance growing between us earlier. At first I was going to let it develop and then assume that a bridge would come at the right time, but then the more I thought about it, well, fuck that. From my perspective she's doing well, but I'm really only comparing that to the last few times I talked to her. Maybe she doesn't want me to worry. Either way, we both laughed over things that shouldn't be humorous, discussed relatives, and parted with lighter hearts.
I've already mentioned it to a few people, but our orders to Dehdadi (I see it spelled differently each day) have been canceled and it appears that we will be in Marmal for the remainder of the deployment. That is until the ever changing plan of action turns in our favor. I'm personally fine with whatever location as we would still be surrounding the same city. The only drawback is that I had set my aspirations high to play volleyball with the topless Swedes... that and I wanted my team to get away from the rest of the battalion and the tedious bullshit included. But, it could be worse I presume. For now, I'll bide my time continuing on with my own personal missions and watching my many zombie flics.
In speaking of which, despite city zombies being more terrifying, I'd give anything to be surrounded by the living dead in an enclosed avenue with plenty of ammunition to have an hour long kill-a-thon. Even if I would have to inevitably run dry and make a final stand before being devoured, I'm completely okay with killing myself and the undead around me by the shrapnel of a grenade blast. I have a bright future indeed.
-MR
I'd like to say I've been productive so far. Class begins in a few weeks, I'm slowly coming up with ideas for potential fiction, and yesterday I started back on my gym routine. I had been slacking over four days and had to force myself to get back into the rhythm. It provided the same euphoria coming back after a few days of idleness, however I'm going to need to stick with it to reach goal #2. On a side note, I also want to have decent looking arms when on the prowl for drunk British sorority bitches.
With nothing much to do after having lunch I sat down to begin the Resident Evil series. It didn't take me long to remember how much I love Milla Jovovich; about the same amount of time it took me to remember the series went on a sharp downward sprial after the first twenty minutes. I heard that they were trying to revamp the series again; still with Milla, but with different directors who will make the zombies have more realism and the situations less ridiculous. I still have my fingers crossed that they will slate Romero for this project.
Finishing the first movie and moving on to the second, I started thinking about Jess and decided to give her a call. There seemed to have been some kind of distance growing between us earlier. At first I was going to let it develop and then assume that a bridge would come at the right time, but then the more I thought about it, well, fuck that. From my perspective she's doing well, but I'm really only comparing that to the last few times I talked to her. Maybe she doesn't want me to worry. Either way, we both laughed over things that shouldn't be humorous, discussed relatives, and parted with lighter hearts.
I've already mentioned it to a few people, but our orders to Dehdadi (I see it spelled differently each day) have been canceled and it appears that we will be in Marmal for the remainder of the deployment. That is until the ever changing plan of action turns in our favor. I'm personally fine with whatever location as we would still be surrounding the same city. The only drawback is that I had set my aspirations high to play volleyball with the topless Swedes... that and I wanted my team to get away from the rest of the battalion and the tedious bullshit included. But, it could be worse I presume. For now, I'll bide my time continuing on with my own personal missions and watching my many zombie flics.
In speaking of which, despite city zombies being more terrifying, I'd give anything to be surrounded by the living dead in an enclosed avenue with plenty of ammunition to have an hour long kill-a-thon. Even if I would have to inevitably run dry and make a final stand before being devoured, I'm completely okay with killing myself and the undead around me by the shrapnel of a grenade blast. I have a bright future indeed.
-MR