starting wednesday...
it was hard being in uniform again. especially with an icky tattoo.
i got to the base, met some of her coursemates, which was amusing.
i had to take an hour or two off to go home and get my phone. that was embarrassing.
we worked a lot during the day, then went off to the lincoln for some pool. i went past the tattoo parlour, and finally got shown how to take care of mine. a bit late - i've already damaged the colouring, and i'll have to get it redone. and i received a nasty reprisal for my incompetence.
i went off to SB's, had a shower, coffee, and an upsetting conversation. she gave me a ride home, and i played a session of tekken. i seem to be too good for the computer, which is worrying.
thursday:
we had loads of work to do, interrupted by a power outage which i took advantage of to go and buy wet-wipes. DAMN good investment, those. i crashed for a while, totally broken, and then ran around trying desperately to get short-notice vacation permission.
got my weapon, bought out the on-base store with the dog, ate the crap they provided in the mess hall (didn't die), and then the guarding weekend began. i started by taking charge of the new kids - which was hell of an amusing, and then went off with the dog to smoke nargila (rediculous amounts) while watching jackie brown. i'd forgotten it completely.
the dog continued a long string of clumsiness by tipping over the smoked water on our way to our shift. very embarrassing.
the first shift was actually painful,
friday, saturday
but after that the weekend became totally enjoyable. the group we guarded with was awesome, even the course girls (and some were totally cute and very flirtatious), and we spent the weekend fooling around and generally having fun. even the guard duty was a pleasure. and the commander was friendly and let us get away with murder.
i smoked too much. seriously. a carton in three days. that's fscked up.
today's guard duty went seriously slowly, but i passed the time talking to anything that moved. chilled the afternoon, then went off to be released. at 4pm. by 5pm we were finally out of there, after much argueing with the next shift's commander, and the guys responsible for security.
had a quick discussion with our commander, then ran off to the dog's to have a quick shower and fark off to the lincoln for the tournament. i won the first round 5-1, then lost the second 5-0. all good games, except the last one, where i RUINED a beautiful run by knocking the balls with my cue.
SWAK.
anyway, i'm off to the dog's in a bit, then to SB's.
summary:
SB was right about me not having a problem finding girls. problem is with me finding WOMEN, though.
SB has been saying how we're not going to be together, but the further along the weekend's progessed, the more she seems to want us to work. it's driving me insane. and she's leaving tomorrow for a month. i dunno what to do.
i seriously enjoy the solidery bits of being in the army, and have started to receive respect as someone who really should have been a fighter. but that doesn't change my job, and that's harsh for me. also, i need a damn holiday - i have way too much work to do this week.
a story about a man making his dreams come true... but with all the interesting bits left out.
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