sa bayan ko

On the 20th Dec, I will fly to The Philippines ^_^ Can’t wait. It’s only just hit me how soon that is. We on exercise from the 12th to the 18th and we’ll probably be working that Saturday 19th, so I’ll have to pack my bags… when I get back from Catterick next weekend. Actually, we’ll probably be working the day I fly, but I’ll still leave none the less. AWOL FTW. I think the most punishment you can get for one day of AWOL is an AGAI, so it’ll totally be worth it.

I’m going up to Catterick for a wmik crew course. I’m gunner. I hope it doesn’t rain, those things have no roofs. Actually, I hope it doesn’t roll over during cross-country, that’s a sure way to die as top-cover.

Listening to: Black Eyed Peas – The Apl Song

TGI[nearly]F

Can’t wait for the weekend, this week has been so long, what with the PFT & CFT. It has given me the confidence that I can pass them, but I am a broken person for it. Everything hurts. A lot. I just want to lay in bed all of Saturday and recover.

Cycled to tesco today. Just to see how long it’d take. 15-20mins, around the same time it takes in the car with traffic/parking. It hurt going uphill though, especially on the way back. Shouldn’t of bought that 2ltr bottle of tropical juice >_<

Listening to: Jens Lekman – Maple Leaves (7″ Version)

fuck yeah

I’ve only gone and passed my CFT It was had work though. My ankle kept going on the muddy bits and I got simultaneous cramp in both calves towards the end. “I’ve never heard so much swearing from a young lady before“, remarked one of the Sgt’s who was cheering me on. He kept getting my name wrong, but his intentions were good. That was all that got me through the 2hr ordeal, friends cheering me on. When I’d start dropping back, I’d hear, “C’on Jess! Don’t give up now, get up there!“.

Had the best bacon sandwich of my life when I got back to my room I’m scared to take my boots off, I can feel the blisters. Shall be walking like a penguin for the rest of the week.

Injection tomorrow, so no PT. Wooooooo.

Listening to: Bowling For Soup – I Gotchoo

ducked

Passed my PFT (personal fitness test) yesterday. Tomorrow we have a CFT (combat fitness test). I’m not very combat fit. Not at all. The PFT I can handle because the press-ups & sit-ups are easy. Even if you don’t get enough, your partner counting will probably add a few on for you if they’re kind enough. The 1.5mile run only lasts as long as you want it to (no more than 13mins for femmes). With the CFT though, it lasts for aaaages. You’re supposed to take long strides but I have wee little legs so I end up running most the way. Urgh. Shoulda joined the RAF.

Money has become an issue. I don’t know what I’ve spent it all on, but it has gone somewhere. I have just over a fiver to my name ’till the end of the month. The food in my room that has to last until then consists of:

• packet of smash
• x4 potato waffles
• x1 chicken fillet
• half a bag of salad
• half a bag of crutons
• blue cheese dressing
• carton of mango juice
• butter
• milk
• x4 packets of oatmeal
• x3 packets of ramen
• an MRE
• a muffin

Just the fact that I’m on rations is making me more hungry.

Watching: CO-OP – MW2

zzZZ

Can’t be bothered with work today. We don’t have any actual work to do, so they’re just making stuff up. Lessons that we’ve done before. The classroom is really warm so I keep nodding off. I have to take a lesson on voice procedure after lunch. Meh.

I want to go home/sleep/play computer games/ice skate.

We have PT later. I’m so unfit now. It’s shameful.

Listening to: Tegan and Sara – Underwater