A New Start

I have to say going to basic training was a real turn around for me as a person. Not to say that I was not a disciplined or respectful guy but I was beginning to get a little heavy if you know what I mean. I lived a pretty sedentary lifestyle for a long time and was gradually going up in pants size every year. About this time last year I believe that I wore a 36 in pants and weighed about 190 lbs. Dang. And by the time i got back from basic training I had lost over 30 pounds. But what Im most happy about is that Im keeping off the pounds too. I work out nearly every day running and lifting except on the occasional lazy day. I find it amazing how much more fit i have become. Like last year I tried to start working out by running. My girlfriend suggested running a quarter of a mile and walking a quarter four times until I had ran a mile and walked a mile. And I could barely do that! Now Im running upwards of two miles a day and lifting weights. I just really like where Im at now with my health. And I really owe it to the army for whipping me into shape.

My Mistake

So this year I decided to try and get the luck of the draw and get a random roommate, you know just to shake things up. Big mistake. I'm pared up with this kid, Jonathan, and hes a senior here at Ball State and is in his last semester. Well Im finding out just why Jonathan has a new roommate every year.

Where do I start off. Well Jonathan seems to very set in his ways and not very flexible when it comes to change. Like it took me about a week to convince him that the way the room was set up was completely ridiculous and was centered around him. As roommates we need to work together to make it a comfortable place as possible for the two of us. He just came up with one excuse after another for the room to stay the way it is. But I finally got him to agree and the room looks great. Also he eats like a freaking animal. Like i think Im pretty easy to live with but this just bothers me like none other. We had better manners and habits at basic and we had 2 minutes to eat all of our food. For God's sake just close your damn mouth.

Finally what bothers me most is how protective he is of his tv time. Like all he watches are sitcoms that only ppl like my mother and thats pretty sad and sports center. And to stop me from like using the tv he like hides his remote thinking Im just too ignorant to realize theres buttons on the tv itself. And what takes the cake is that last night at like midnight i was watching the tv for like the first time in awhile and he comes back in from taking a shower come over to where Im sitting takes the remote turns off the tv and says to me "Im going to bed" and walks away. What a giant douche. Oh and hes complaining to ppl that I make him miss his shows. I really dont care all too much. Things are gonna change because Im not about to let him control the room.

First Real Blog

Well bare with me while I try to open up on the internet for you guys. I suppose whats really been on my mind the past few weeks is the whole readjusting back into civilian life here. As for those who dont know I just came back from basic training at Fort Benning Georgia. While I was there I got to do some pretty cool stuff like I shot a weapon for the first time. I really know now why there are so many gun fanatics out there. I mean although Im far from that I enjoy the recoil of my M4 back on base. To be truthful I really miss lugging the thing around everywhere. I miss the feeling of its cold barrel when you first picked it up in the early morning for formation. And even though it was a pain to clean I miss the smell of the CLP and how shiny I could get it. "Like New" I always thought even though I knew full well hundreds of other trainees had cleaned the very same rifle. I remember every detail about that thing from muzzle to the butt stock. Serial number 2582000. Listen to me sounding like some kind of nut. I guess the thing I miss most about it was the safety it brought with it. I carried it everywhere I went for 9 grueling weeks and it was taken from me just like that. It was pounded in my head for so long that you are never an arms length from you weapon to being hundreds of mile away. And on top of that I feel vulnerable almost alone without the guys from third platoon around. They always had my back and I theirs but now we are all spread across the nation. Just another thing I have to get used to now i guess. I suppose it will just take me some more time to adjust here than I thought.