I can get behind this, so long as I can also dangle ugly, bulky charms off of it.

Now I'm stuck here forever cause I just can't choose. I love teal, but I'm pretty sure that as a mom in my thirties I'm required to have at least three rose gold accessories on my person at all times.

Y'all got fucking old.

Ambien, Ativan, Trazidone, Lortabs... I was pretty fucked up. I apparently had an entire conversation with my platoon sergeant that night without even knowing it. Someone told him what I was doing, and he turned on the lights in the bay and woke everyone up while he was talking to me. And when I got to the hospital, I cracked everyone up in my dementia my first day. I also told my best friend not to be poor. This is all second hand information, of course, but fun as hell nonetheless.

I sorry, Mama. *hangs head*

Visit: Germany. I really want to get stationed there when I finish school, though it probably won't happen. Still.

Live: Sounds lame, but Wichita, KS. I miss that place so much, and I'm not gonna see it again until at least August.

Waay late:

2 weeks away from BCT
$1000 from gramma
Samsung BlackJack 2
Digicam
Clothes
Love

I bought some nice Christmas presents, and after boot camp I'm getting myself a new laptop. But at the same time, I'm single (read: not paying for kids' shit or spouse/bf's shit) and have no bills in my name, plus I got a pretty sizable amount of Christmas money this year. I think people buy stupid shit while on leave because everything seems so shiny and new, and their wallet feels bottomless. Since all the necessities are available on-base for really cheap, they go to the mall and go absolutely nuts.

35M is the MOS number for Human Intelligence Collector.

The guys who get put in charge right away are the ones who joined with law degrees or went to West Point. Everyone else gets to start their glamorous officer career as a second lieutenant. You still make ridiculous amounts of money and get saluted and all that jazz, but there's a lot of study involved if you want to be in charge of more than about 200 people.

You could do the Officer Candidate School after BCT, but there's no officer equivalent to a 35M, so you'd end up pushing pencils at first instead of doing anything fun. So instead of my gun-toting sidekick who gets us in more trouble than he gets us out of, you'd be the guy who calls me in because he lost my last report and needs me to make a new one. 

During red phase, you get to eat as much as you can stuff in your face in the two minutes they give you to eat. That is, they give you fifteen minutes to be in the D-fac, then you have to wait at parade rest for the rest of your platoon to get to the table, then you get the rest of that time to eat. Unless you piss off the drill sergeant enough; then you get about 30 seconds, and God help you if you get up from the table still chewing. However, once you get to white phase, you do get a good amount of time to eat. And I've never seen anyone get in trouble for getting more than they can eat. However, a piece of raisin cake costs however many push-ups the drill sergeant feels like giving you.

I spent three days at my grandparents' house for Christmas. Everyone loved me and my newfound skinniness.

IDE, you wouldn't make it through boot camp. Basic training has too many sexually repressed females with really good bodies, and just enough who would risk sex during training, that you'd eventually get caught bumping uglies with someone in the laundry room and get kicked out.

You mean this one? Fuck you, that's my job.

Yeah, the Navy recruiter in Wichita was an asshole, so I joined the Army instead. I've actually been in BCT since November, so the two people who wondered where I was, I was in South Carolina learning how to be a man. Not much of a man, though - my battalion doesn't train people for combat MOS's, so my basic training is easier than most. I'm still not done with basic, but the Army decided to give everyone a break for the holidays, so I go back and finish in January.

Being home is really weird. I slept in until 6 this morning, and didn't have a set uniform. I wasn't fighting twenty girls to get to a sink so I could do my hair, and I wasn't making a bunk or putting on a uniform. I actually get to decide what I want for lunch and when to eat it. After almost two months of having everything decided for me and not having to do much for myself in the way of cooking and planning, I'm actually a bit lost. I did extra PT earlier because I didn't feel like I was doing anything useful.

All of my clothes are too big. I had to borrow my dad's pants today because all mine were falling off, which means I'm gonna have to go buy new clothes, which is a pain.