Now I PT [physical training] 3 times a week, and there are healthy choices at the galley [military cafeteria]. We muster at 6:30, and our day ends at 4 pm. We mustered at 4:10, but PT didn’t start till 5 in the gym. We worked out for an hour [which gives us time to be ready by 630]. We got out early, at 2:30, to get ready for personnel inspection. I didn’t have creases in my pockets, and my boots could use a lot of shine work. CT’s [crytological technician] are being put on hold till we start class on Feb. 11.

I worked at FMD 1st LT. Division as phone watch till 11:30, then we mustered for badge up. We had to have a lecture about it and get our pictures taken. McClellan was trying to get on to me about telling my mom I got my badge. Oh well, no more [in] public calls with Mom. I don’t want to get kicked out because of childhood abuse, physical or mental. The more stupid shit someone says, the more investigating they will do and the more of my time they will take up.

I stayed up till midnight to watch Bad Santa with Dewey. We got our watch qual [ification] papers from chief, and he showed us how he does [room] inspections in my room. He said I would’ve gotten an un-sat [isfactory]. I got to work at DAPA [Drug and Alcohol Program Advisor] and helped Soto and Scott clean bathrooms. I think I’m going to stand a 2-hour messenger [watch], muster for duty, then get rover [watch] done tonight.

I stood a 10-12 rover. I got to see the ghetto barracks because some guy locked his keys in his closet. You open the door to a first mini-lounge, and then there are 4 more doors with 2-3 roommates [behind each door]. Josh Tabor wanted to see me, then Mike “Dewey” Johnson calls, and Nelson and Stephen Edward want to come along. Well, I hadn’t gotten ahold of anyone at NAS, but we decided to go anyway. We called Shaggy [local taxi driver]. He has 58 piercings in his left ear. [I didn’t count them.] We got on base and I called Zach Evans.

We went to Rave Theater to see Are We There Yet? 2 minutes into the movie, and Evans calls me outside so that he and some guy could have a penis-drawing contest on my arm. One looks like a dinosaur and the other like a big shroom. We talked for a while and had some good laughs. I finally went back in. Shaggy picked us up, and we stopped by his tattoo shops. We were at the 1st one, and I saw some awesome pipes and bongs. At the 2nd one, we ordered pizza, Nelson got his nipples and tongue pierced and [I] saw some cool tattoos. I want to go back to hang out. I know I will meet some cool people. Then he dropped us off on base.

After the theater, I had a dream. I don’t know where I was, but I told this guy to stop spitting in the special grass, so he spits off of it, which just happens to be in my direction. I take it offensive, and the next thing I know, I’ve got a guy in khaki pants and a shirt yelling at me. Then he gets one of his big friends to come over and stab me in the neck. We become friends or something and were at a party. I still haven’t felt the effects of the drugs that got stabbed into my jugular. He tells me that in an hour, I should fall asleep for a long time. Well, maybe I did because I don’t remember what happened next.

[Back to reality,] I sat in the lounge [the next day] shortly before going back to my room to borrow Howard’s Aerosmith shirt. I went with a friend to Ruby Tuesday, then we met another friend in a suburban in the NAS parking lot [awkwardly vague]. We drove to Toys R Us to meet Ferry. Bradley got back with Littles, and they came bearing gifts. They gave us a bottle of Jack [Daniels]. Ferry drank some but wanted a chaser, so I chased half the bottle [would not recommend].

I got congrats from everyone. They were proud of me, and Ferry wants me to be his wife [not a healthy trait to start a relationship on]. We headed to the beach to go fishing. We had no bait. I opened a Heineken and got halfway through before we went to Hooters. I had key lime pie and peanut butter pie, but then threw them up [gross, I know.] I walked the beach, and that sobered me up. We went to Brad’s house [where] Ferry busted ass [farted], and Littles drove the dirt bike without crashing. We had to be back [to base] by 10 pm. We drove in a hurry to get back.

We have a PRT [Physical Readiness Test] on Feb. 5. That’s 11 days to get ready for 1-1/2 mile run, 30 push-ups, and 50 sit-ups. I hope I don’t fail because I don’t want to be in the fat kid club [aka Fitness Enhancement Program]. I’m on the NAS Honor Guard [playing “Taps” with a Ceremonial Bugle] from 8 – 4 pm every day till I class up, so I will have to stand watch and PT on my own time. I need a bigger straw.