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Wow, I hate being in the Army. I love being a soldier and all(Infantry, HOOAH!!) but I miss my friends. I can't believe I left them behind for this. No matter how much you like something, there's no fun in it unless you can share it with your friends. My friends are 19 hrs away. I went to the commisary yesterday and it reminded me of how Juan and I used to go to HEB just to walk around and look at stuff 'cause we were bored. Fuck. It's always the little things. I felt all sad and depressed and left after buying only toothpaste. And to make matters worse, I walked down the pet aisle and saw a lot of cat food. Great another reminder of a soul I left behind - my cat. Though that's more like abandonment 'cause he doesn't understand that I joined the Army, he just knows I've left. Guilt guilt guilt. I miss my friends, all of them. I've been talking on the phone 'till my ear hurts and I still keep talking. Rah!! I don't know what else to write, I never even thought about this thing until last night. Well, my Army roommates suck ass. They're always getting drunk despite being minors, they're stupid when they're drunk and to make matters worse they come home after I"ve fallen asleep yelling at eachother 'cause they're drunk. Last night they got into a fight with some other people that actually found it's way into the Apt. and now shit's broken including a window. Fucking idiots. When they reassign us to the barracks(after adding a fourth bunk per room so they can move us out of the family housing) we're gonna have to pay for that shit. I ain't paying a damn dime it's not my fault they gotta be stupid. I was asleep until they started yelling and bumping around the house anyway. I go to sleep at 8 or 9 now just because I'd rather be in bed than having to deal with their existance. And I was really dizzy last night for some reason so that just laid me out. Then, Williams comes and gets me after the fight saying that "some foools are gonna buck shots at us" and I'm still dizzy wearing nothing but pants(after putting them on after he woke me up) and thinking to myself that I don't have anything to shoot back with. HOpefully it's just his stupid Seattle slang for somebody wanting to fight, so I ask him three diffenerent times what's going on hoping he'll use different terminology, but he just says the same thing "buck shots at us". I ask where Villalobos and Ortiz are 'cause I know they'll have a better grip on the situation than him and we wait for them at the front door. I car starts driving by and I get rush of fear, but then I realize it's going to fast for a drive-by. Villalobos shows up says the MPs(MIlitary Police) are coming and to go to sleep. I comply immediately(I"m still dizzy) and it's not like I give a fuck if somebody wants to fight with my roommates, nobody's pissed me off yet except them, but as I go back up the stairs I hear Williams refusing to leave. As I lay in bed I hear Villalobos yelling at somebody and a lot of thumping and try to ignore to go to sleep. Then, Williams opens my door turns on my light and says he's gonna pass out on my floor. I have to hold him up and walk him to his room 'cause he's too drunk to know where he's at or to stand up on his own power. AFter one failed attempt at getting into his own bed he finally makes it and I tell him he'll feel better in the morining but only if he goes to sleep now(I don't want him 'causing more trouble throughout the night by being awake) and go downstairs to assess the damage. The windows broken and a lot of shit's upturned, but my tv and gaming consoles are untouched. If my shit was damaged I would have grabbed the Bokkuden Wakazashi and done some damage of my own. Fuck, I hate this place. I left my friends for this? Post a comment in response: |
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