m.i.a. again

Having almost absolutely no time for myself these days, I have left this place to rot on its own. Still looks okay (if a little outdated), and there's nothing that smells as funky as my socks. It's been... hmm... seven weeks now. Seven weeks as a recruit in the army, and last week was when I spent six days with insects and wild boars in the jungle. I've got a tan to show for it, blisters all over my hands and feet, cuts and bruises, and an aching back (from digging a one-man trench, for when, ya know, in case a war comes we'd have time to dig a trench while the enemy's shooting at us). Every shirt feels tighter, every pair of jeans feels looser.

I feel dumber, too. Like I'm having difficulty just thinking, after all day every day just receiving commands from the higher ups. No time for individuality; just follow orders and you'll be fine. I wonder what will happen to me in the next few months. Stubborn and hot-tempered, I'm not well-known for being told what to do. I miss doing the things I usually do, whenever I want, wherever I want. Maybe it might be good for me, to live the regimented life for a while. We'll see. Till next time, this recruit is signing off.

PLAYLIST

Paranoid Android -- Radiohead

Left, Right -- Chemical Brothers (feat. Anwar Superstar)

Dark Of The Matinee -- Franz Ferdinand

Harajuku Girls -- Gwen Stefani

In The Ghetto -- Elvis Presley

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