Cowboy cliches.

Holy mother of cow.
The new Ipod Nano.



It comes in black, too.

So. It's official. I have absolutely no affiliation or whatsoever with guns and weaponry of any sort. Blame it on the peace-loving Bohemia in me. But it seems like I get myself hurt just trying to undress one. And no matter how hard I try, I just cannot comprehend the supposed simplicity of a machine gun like everyone else. They did it so effortlessly. And it depresses me somewhat. I felt like the stupidest person who can't handle Man's cruel little invention and everyone was laughing at me. How am I going to survive this Sunday's live firing is beyond me. You are all invited to my memorial service and it was nice knowing you. And you. And you.

I told a bunkmate today I refuse to type another entry about army but I had to because there is really nothing else to talk about. Verbal diarrhoea ensues the minute I turn on the laptop. But I am not going to bore myself and you with boring army stories.

Ok I have to.

The thing about my being in camp of late (till October.) without coming out except on weekends is how depressing it can be. Le Island de Doom was worse. Nothing can be compared to that. But superior politics, bloody reservists smirking at our faces and everyone else who contributed in one way or another to my misery made reading Yellow Pages much more enjoyable.
I guess some logical reasons behind my incompetence to handle a weapon could be my complete lack of interest in it. Half of the time in camp training my mind is fixed on booking out and my plans on taking on civilization outside camp. Apart from people who provided the much needed laughter and sharing the same sentiments as me, everything else in camp now almost made me pick up a black pen and stab myself 4532 times. I try imagining the entirety as a fratenity of brothers (Ohmygod. How corny I truly am.) but that would be so bloody fake. And singing the stupid unit song. It is worse than declaring myself as an ex-Spice Girls fan.

Ok that felt good. Thank you for tuning in. I shall go back gushing about Nano with my sister now.
*more on the pencil-thin (really.) Nano.