the deadly sun

standing on the parade square with perspiration trickling every square inch of your body is so not fun. i could feel sweat dripping down my legs, zig zagging across my face, and stinking up every part of my body in the oh makes it so much better no 4. parade week. rehearsals after rehearsals. it's for a change of command parade next monday. it is so not nice. because it is so stinky, uncomfortable and of course, bad for your back and legs. (remember, rifles are slung to us all the time) we can walk for hours, true. but standing for hours is just, pure madness.

tomorrow is rehearsal again. it is so terribly traumatic. i hate it, to be honest. I hate wearing beret and i have to be lucky if i don't get a beret line. my arm has the smart 4 tan line now. i am quite lobster red, ( i was actually ). and I hope i don't have to do a parade ever in my life again. gosh. the trauma.

i am fatigued because i stared into the computer 4 hours straight after returning home from nights out. i'm tired. watched a new show called true blood in camp, it's a vampire show. but it's pretty interesting and tons of sex scenes, which gives some bonus points to any show. the week was fast, but it was never easy. it was torture!

tomorrow is finally friday. TGIF. this weekend I'm so going to watch Liar game and I heard Aftershock is a good, mature show. I really want to watch them. movies for the win. booking out makes me feel like watching movies because it gives me a reason to go out. I haven't been going out much.

I gymed twice this week. i wanted to today but early nights out was tempting. I fell for it and went home instead. my running is so gone case now. and i hate myself. i think i only clocked 4.5km this month. so far. i'm doomed. been sometime since we had battalion life and runs. sucks. running momentum gone. :(