||[Sep. 9th, 2009|08:48 pm]
I ordered a mountain dew from the vending machine, but it got stuck... so I waited patiently (after round housing the side of it) for someone to come and get a pop after me... it took 30 seconds. He ordered a pepsi and wrestled both bottles out of the beast. I offered a toast to the rescueing of the dew, but he was none to impressed with his own heroic efforts.|
I moved down the hall to a different room - this one is devoid of people who like loud shitty music... I hope. Moving my colossel locker down the hall was challenging, but two of us got it taken care of. My new room should prove to be a more peaceful environment - it's full of other refugees from shitty rooms.
We (my class) were (was) declared the senior (read: graduating) class (which means I'll be home soon) today. That's (really) fucking cool. I can't wait to be back... I've said it a thousand times, but it's true a thousand times over.
I hear my unit is deploying to Iraq next year before, during or after summer. If I can get into the Reserve Officers Training Corps, I might just do that and finish up college... But I can't say what's going to happen yet. I'll need to consider a lot of stuff, and first, I have to make sure I'm aware of everything that needs to be considered... My hands are tied here, though. But I've got a while to figure my plans out... for now I'm heading back and going back to college for on semester at least - that much I do know. What comes after... we'll see. I'll have to get back to ya'll on that one.
Hope ya'll are doing fine, by the way. Love and miss the lot of you.