No one wants to hire me. I suppose it’s mostly because I’m leaving in March. I admit, if I were an employer I might think to myself: “What’s the point? This guys only going to be here for long enough to get trained.” Tomorrow I’ll go to the temp services and sign up for as many of them as I can. It’s probably my best bet anyway.

It pisses me off that everyone in the house loves kicking me when I’m down. I always try to be considerate of their feelings when things aren’t exactly going good for them. I try to be helpful – but these assholes just love to shove it in my face. Tyrel mostly. What the fuck is his problem? He was a jobless bum for two whole months! We paid his rent! And here I am, laid off, unexpectedly, just two days ago and he’s already giving me shit. I ought to fuck him up for it, and I want to. But it wouldn’t do any good. God, he pisses me off though.

I went and saw a mid-night showing of the Two Towers last night. I figured it was worth the splurge to go see it since I was looking forward to it so much. I’m glad I saw it, but I was totally disappointed. I can’t believe how different from the book it was, how horribly different. I was disgusted with it. Very disappointing especially after how much I enjoyed the first one.

I like the changes I’m seeing in my body. I like the way it’s starting to spring back from years of little use. I hope to be in good enough shape to take whatever they can dish out at basic. And I think I can do it if I keep this up.

The pool function for recruits and deppers for December was slightly disappointing as well. We played laser tag, but we didn’t get to see our scores (I think I did pretty good though). And we did a little room clearing exercise, but just once each – there were too many people. We didn’t even run or workout at all beforehand.