So yeah, I just finished my third tour of Iraq. It was ridiculously lame and except for the money I made, really wasn't worth the trip. I get out now in just a few months so now I have a new part-time job to save up for that gnarly pistol I've been wanting.

Well, I finally got my wish. I'm going back to Iraq on December 1st and I'm actually really happy. I might be able to check this every now and then while I'm there but I can't make any promises. Wish me luck.

I turned 21 last week. My birthday present was hitting a parked car and using all of my birthday money on retarded uniform inspections. That's right, the Marine Corps stole my birthday present. Fuck

Haven't posted in a while. Sorry, I'm a busy man and only have access to public computers. They don't like me looking at "porn". So yeah, my life is shit. My job is endless, thankless bullshit with a bunch of fucktards running the show. My personal life is bleak and empty, even moreso now that one of my dearest friends suddenly told me that she didn't want me in her life anymore. I barely eat or sleep. I'm almost broke and I'm trying to buy a pistol, but I need to pay for new brakes and a pointless inspection for uniforms I wear once a year. My parents gave me gobs of money as a present for said-pistol, but I have to spend it all on uniforms. Don't ever join the military, it will take EVERYTHING from you. Including, in this case, my birthday present.

Well, I shot that bad mofo. The headspace was fucked up when I first tried to shoot but after I screwed it in it shot like a dream. I got tight groups but they all landed to the bottom left of center mass so I need to adjust the sights (gott figure out how first). I need to clean the bolt better too because it splooged all of this nasty grease and carbon into my face. Sexy!
All in all, a great experience. I want to get a shotgun next. FN Tactical Police with tac light anyone?

I just got my first rifle the other day; a Lee-Enfield No.4 Mk.I from Britain. Iy's an old WWII boltaction. It was pretty dirty after about sixty years in storage but I cleaned it up real nice and I'm shooting it today. Pictures to follow.

I'm back in Cali and the strange atmosphere is unsettling. A barren planet of deadlights and developments. I haven't slept since saturday, and the girl still hasn't responded. She works in mysterious ways; her logic is opaque. Has she decided to 'disappear' like she told me she does sometimes? Is she too overwhelmed by her own life to acknowledge mine? Has she abandoned me? All I want from her now is either resolution or closure. Which will it be? With no contact, how can there be either?

I'm back in Cali and the strange atmosphere is unsettling. A barren planet of deadlights and developments. I haven't slept since saturday, and the girl still hasn't responded. She works in mysterious ways; her logic is opaque. Has she decided to 'disappear' like she told me she does sometimes? Is she too overwhelmed by her own life to acknowledge mine? Has she abandoned me? All I want from her now is either resolution or closure. Which will it be? With no contact, how can there be either?

Another all-nighter. My sleep pattern is completely fucked up. I have no idea what's causing it. Anyway, I spent the evening and early morning agonizing over lost love and a half-dead friendship slowly grinding into nothing due to past sins and present neglect. I wrote a poem from the other persons perspective. Her whole mindset is a mystery to me and I'm trying to decypher it::

It kills me inside
that I took you for a ride
But I still got my pride
So now I'm gonna hide
in my brand new life
that is free from my old strife
No trace of that old blood-tithe
I ripped you out with a quiet knife
of all your hopes and dreams
Deaf ears turned from your screams
and as bad as it all seems
You've adopted my old life
Gripping that bloody knife

Good news, I now rate the Iraqi Campaign Medal and another Sea Service Deployment ribbon!