I shouldn't be blogging. I should now be sulkily checking my full u for lose threads, re-iron my full u and polish my boots, unwrapping my shoulder flash and uh, a lot of other stuff.

Before I even go for it, I am hating bnco, rawr. It's plain troublesome, and torturous. Does paying $35 to get tortured make sense to you? 'Cause it doesn't to me.

AND I DON'T KNOW MY PLATOON YET.

(I think I'll just die of anxiety, even though I have a very good idea of where I'm going to be thrown into)

I'll look incredibly stupid tomorrow, with incredibly being the keyword :) Not. I mean honestly, walking around aimlessly, spacing out, looking stupidly blur, slow reactions, super dead-ish mood = incredible?

You are hilarious.

Now I ought to be going, see you soon earthlings. I'll visit from hell soon. Living hell, that's it.