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.
