broke no more

Yeah, so much for that extra hour of sleep, I got AGAI’d for it! Weekend work parades! Pah! Could be worse. Could be jail and a fine, like back in the old days.

There’s a single room in the block that has recently become vacant. I’m gonna try move in there before some other fucker does Imagine the privacy! The nights of uninterrupted sleep! Aaaah. I even helped the old occupant move all her stuff out.

Loads of bullshit going on at the moment – got some sort of high ranking person inspecting the block soon, so everyone has been rushing around cleaning like underpaid polish workers. Our block job (the kitchen) has been locked, so hopefully we’ll get away with not doing much.

Got a test tomorrow. Then the work parade thing. Yaaaaaay Friday

BADASS.

Listening to: The Toasters – Don’t Let The Bastards Grind You Down

fuckin’ buzzin’

For some unknown reason, I’m in a really good mood. I’ll probably fail this course and be made a driver for my whole life, but I’ve just been to tesco in RAF’s car and I got a PINEAPPLE. Which I have put in our new fridge.

We got given a fridge for our room! This is a big deal. Whenever we’d put things in the block fridge, it’d get nicked. That’s if the block NCO has even unlocked the kitchen in the first place. But now we have our own fridges! Well, they still have to be shared between 3 rooms (up to 10 people, but ours is between 6), but it’s still better. It means fresh milk for a brew. Yay.

Ooooooo and I get to lay in tomorrow. Until 0730 hours! That’s an extra hour of sleep in the middle of the week, hells yeah.

Thursday is PAYDAY. Can’t wait. Been broke for too long.

There are a few other things that are making me happy too. Life is good. It sucks but it’s still good.

Watching: The Uninvited

insane news story of the day

A police officer is being investigated after allegedly writing on a website that he was keen to “bash some long haired hippys” at the G20 protest.

He wrote.. on his facebook page… that he wanted to beat up hippies… and now he’s in trouble.

What?!?! A facebook page is private. You have to ‘friend’ someone to see their status. It’s not like he was broadcasting his intentions to the world. His status, was, “can’t wait to bash some long haired hippys up @ the G20.“

To which someone replied, “Dats bad but good in da same way lol“.

I’m not making this up, this is in the article.

They have reported on a reply to a facebook status.

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

This is such a thoughtcrime it’s unbelievable. Yeah it’s bad that the police were beating people up, but they should investigate actual instances of wrong-doings that happened on the day, not facebook comments. I mean, fair dos if someone put in a complain about the officer, then they found that comment on his facebook profile. ‘Cause that’d put him in the shit. But there’s no mention of that.

In other news, I’m back home for the weekend. Couldn’t stay on camp all weekend, ’twas doing my head in.

Took me ages just to get out of the place. Went to the guardroom to book out, all happy that we got knocked off early. They told me that all females in the Sqn had to report back to the Sqn. So I did, and apparently it was because of some mandatory PT that had already started and had nothing to do with me. So Sgt gave me a chit to book out. Happy days. Tried to book out again (all the while the traffic on the M25 is building upp ) and they told me I couldn’t book out whilst in green kit, so I had to get changed into civvies.
Gah, when it takes 4hrs to drive home, you don’t want to be faffing about trying to book out of camp.

I don’t mind driving now. It used to really freak me the fuck out. I would drive down the M1 in a constant state of panic. Quite chilled out now, driving with one hand on the steering wheel signing along to Lily Allen – LDN. I reached a top speed of 93mph today, woot.

Watching: Money As Debt

didn’t mean to

You know when you’re sat in class, and you play with the lid of your bic pen, and you bite on the end of it, then you breath in through the little hole in the top, turning it into a whistle and everyone looks at you funny because you’re making making whistling noises whilst the Ssgt is talking to the class…. yeah that’s awkward.

Or when you’re marching in as a squad, and you march a little too close to the person next to you, causing your hands to brush against each other as you swing your arms at shoulder height to and fro… that’s awkward too.

Watching: The Wrestler

wooooooosshh

^ that’s the sound of information going right over my head.

Being in a classroom environment again is a bit daunting. Radios are a bit daunting. Having to learn so much in a small of time is hurting my head. I don’t absorb information easily. My short term memory is appalling, so when we get little quizzes after powerpoint-based lessons my mind just goes blank. Hopefully it’ll get better as it gets more hands-on.

Hello zero this is alpha two nine, I want to get out of this classroom, over.

Having completed my spec.driver training (phase 2), I’m generally being treated a bit more like a grown up. Not as much bullshit. No mandatory PT lessons or MATTs. We still have block inspections, but I’m going to try get out of them by moving into a single bunk. But being in a room by myself might make me go a bit mental – especially as my working day finishes way earlier now. 4pm as opposed to 6pm when I had PT.

Argh, whose idea was it to put the heating on full blast during hot sunny days. I’m already getting quite an impressive squaddie tan, watch band mark and all.

Listening to: Incubus – Pardon Me*

*really in need of some new music…