My foot is one big blister. The whole heel, up the outside of my foot, and the inner pad by my big toe. I hurt worse now than when I first broke it. My knee and ankle hurt from supporting that immobilizer when I walk, and the rest of my body is sore from using those crutches and supporting my leg’s weight. I was on hold for 20 minutes with medical before another girl offered to drive me over. The lady at the [lunch] counter said I needed to drag my crutches through the line as a safety hazard. She was afraid of me falling. I got a duty driver to take me home. Andre comes in on crutches. He did something to his right ankle.

I called sick call at 6:15 and called every 15 minutes till 7 am, and no luck with the duty driver neither, so I started walking and started crying. I hadn’t made it to the 1st compound when S.C. Moore pulled over and gave me a ride. I got a duty driver at 10:30, went to urinalysis, and cut in line. Got my mail from the post office to see my $122 phone bill. Ouch! I took my “boot” off, and the blisters are worse. I pulled the top cheesy layer [of my skin] off, and I’ve got a bigger bruise on the bottom, and the whole side is bruised. It hurts really bad.

Andre took me to medical to see about my bruised foot, and I, for some reason, took my crutches today. I walked in and busted ass on the wet floor. I hopped up and got a 7:15 appointment. The doc said it’s normal and gave me tramadol. I’ve got dental tomorrow at 7 am. I still need to finish my MOOW quals, got to go to Valo [my teacher?] so I can pass my test, do my taxes, go by PSD [Personnel Support Activity Detachment], do my F** laundry, iron, quit smoking, and get out of the Navy.

I put on my sweats and went to the MWR [Morale, Welfare, and Recreation building], where people were watching Napoleon Dynamite [again?!] I got to talk to my dad today, and he found me a laptop for $649. He’s looking for an MP3 player and digital camera. He set me up a website, and he’s going to New Mexico (something about sound.) We met Nick at Waffle House. He said if you can’t keep up driving, then you can’t keep up drinking. Nick’s car went 90 [mph] through a mud puddle. Nick filled up a glass of rum and orange soda.

In the morning, I woke up with a scratched right knee and bruised left leg, also someone’s puke on my shoe. I got blamed for the fallen shower curtain, but remember Nick crashed at 1230 after “Hulk”ing his room. He broke shot glasses, and he slept in his mom’s room to protect it by throwing up on the floor. He’d been drunk for 2 days. There were 11 people there and he did all the damage. I noticed everyone I came with had left. Michelle forgot her phone. I figured I’d go back with Nick. I ordered an almond caramel latte, and a girl walked in with the same boot, same foot, and same story. What a coincidence!

My nicknames have been Speedy and Hobbles (after P.O. Hale’s turkey Gobbles). The LPO [guy in charge] came in [to class] and was asking us about racial slander. I thought he was talking about Strickland calling Schuknecht a rice picker and everyone having a good time, but apparently, Klages said something about white power to Strickland. They are kicking him out of class till further notice, and he has a great chance of getting discharged. I just want someone to talk to. Guys are just immature, Dad lectures too much, Tiffany is stoned, and Mom sounds too happy [no such thing!] I miss Peanut [my childhood pug].

We had to switch classrooms to use the projector. It was cold in there, but we were able to do our first simulation on the computer. We are learning the new sights and sounds. I went to dinner with Tabor, and Tiffany called. I quickly hung up, and a 3rd class was going to get on to me about [being on] a phone in uniform, but a 2nd class said it was ok because I didn’t move and got off quickly. [Later,] I drank 3 cups of coffee while talking to Tiffany. I bought 4 cards, one for Dad, 2 for Mom, and one for Tiffany. I spent an hour on the phone with Longworth while I organized my room and ironed my dress shirt. Neal called, and we talked for an hour. He’s so homesick and keeps telling me to save my money.

I had fallen asleep in class, and I woke up just in time to see Hale and a silver stick go behind me. I started shaking my head no. He said he would take my other leg, so I offered. He said, “I’m just playing with ya.” I woke up to missed calls. Dad just wanted to say hi, sis wants to talk, Ivan was heading back to base, I didn’t get ahold of Tiffany, and Neal said he’d be waiting for me to call him back. I had a dream that I lost my cast in Wal-Mart, and Mom was driving the parking lot looking for it.

I got my medical record, then got to the hospital and got my X-ray. The Captain doc saw me and told me 30 more days LLD and that I don’t have to shower with my cast on. Thanks, I hope that was worth missing 2 hours of school over. I told Carver I didn’t have enough cool points to get my computer to work. He said he wasn’t, and I told him to stick his dick in the computer. He said that’s what his laptop is for. I looked up in time to see the expression on Hale’s face, and Horn (the blonde class leader who speaks Japanese after going to college there) was up there with a scowl. She needs to learn to relax.

We met them at Capt’n Funs, an old-guy sausage fest, though most of the girls there (ok, some) were hot, and the clothes they wore showed it. I sat and boogied in my chair. Carver sat with me most of the time while I drank a Red Bull and Coors Light. Last night was the first time since joining the Navy that I have gotten X’s on my hands. Klages tried to buy a drink palms-up, but she [the bartender] wanted to see a bracelet.