Aaaaaand I'm home, and god be damned I've forgotten how to type. Bah, it'll come back to me. So, this is currently the most amazing feeling in the world -- home, internet, family, food, music, beer. Makes it all well worth it. Ada, If I could hug you, I'd end up breaking ribs
I've missed you guys, although unfortunately it seems that a good many people have left. I'll definitely be checking up on this site at least once a week, but like I said I won't be on as often for the obvious reason
Nonetheless, I am not permanently abandoning this site of my teenage years, and will always remain on watch for idiocy and nazi-techno correction opportunities.
On that note, how are you doing yourselves? I've yet to catch up on the going-ons, so I'm hoping you and Han have been doing great. Kids start on energy drinks yet?
Here's a few photos. Unfortunately the 800 something photos of my company that I ordered on disc won't be mailed in for a good ten weeks according to one of the photographers, despite them promising it delivered within ten days, so I can't put any of those up. But ---
This is a photo of the first thing I had set up on my table the moment I got home, and I'm digging into them momentarily.
My birthday is in a week, by which point I'll be in SOI, so my family is celebrating this week, and in part this is the birthday present they had for me, along with my personal requests which consisted of books (Fox and the Hound / Ayn Rand).
Here's me in the car ride back to the hotel from MCRD-San Diego, and as you can tell by now, I've a thing for one of the few things the US has left fighting for, Red Bull.
My platoon halted before the moto run on family day. The drill instructor is Staff Sergeant Osborn, who just by himself makes boot camp worth it. Easily the most amazing person I've had the privilege of meeting in my entire lifetime, and manages to represent all that is great in this country, corps, and what I aspire to be. That such people still exist is reason enough alone to be a patriot.
A few photos from the MCRD museum, showcasing the M14 rifle, one of my three favorite rifles of all time, right next to what is easily the shittiest weapon I've ever had the misfortune to hold and fire, the M16. I'm buying myself a Springfield M1A for my first personal firearm, the hell with that plastic fantastic piece of shit we're issued these days.
Myself sharing a cig with my brother outside the hotel in San Diego. I'm not a real smoker myself, but being part of a Russian family, everyone else here smokes, so I occasionally bump-off a cigarette for the childhood taste and smell of my Uncle's house.
I'll upload and post some more photos (and a short video) of graduation when I get done exploring the wonders of 3 months missed on the internet (Osama is dead. Fuck yes) and my dog.
In the meantime I'll catch up on this site, and hope that you guys are doing well and still hanging around.