Nothing tells me what to write. No one looks in to see if I'm doing the job correctly, and there's not a damn person who cares whether or not I write at al really. The only obstacle to keep me from really letting go of myself and writing what I willis the fact that I have to do this from my classmate's barracks room. While he's watching Stargate. It's distracting as hell, and I'm not sure when he's going to want his computer back.

Down and dirty.

Boot camp 030317 (Mar 17, 2003). It sucked, but the crucible wasn't nearly as hard as I expected. My girlfriend surprised me by showing up at my graduation, very nice surprise. We spent ten days after boot camp together that were amazing, especially after three hard months apart. Then I had to go back. MCT and the first few moths in 29 Palms I was still getting used to the Marine Corps. Eventually Gesi convinced me to let her move closer to me, about the same time I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I proposed on my birthday and she moved to Phoenix half way through December. We got married on the 29th of February, and I'll be graduating from my radar school on June 7th. After that Gesi and I will finally be able to live together. We'll be in North Carolina by the 7th of July, which is where we'll stay for the next three years at least. Supposing I don't get deployed or something anyway.

It just feels good to be able to type again. I can't wait to get my computer fixed, or to buy a new one anyway.