September 9, 2009
People get busted for illegal items and I get busted for my hair. My boss in office has already decided it’s fine, just a little on the thick side. I should really listen to my boss and not cut it.
That means I’ve decided that I will cut it. Don’t want unnecessary trouble with a 40-odd year old farmer. Not even a commissioned farmer some more. Grrr.
September 5, 2009
to ORD LOH!
I’m one BMT away from ORD. In a way, it’s like the end of IB. Every day drags more than my army boots, but when you look back, it’s ‘whoa. a week passed! time’s flying!’
I’ve got to find new distractions until I’m out of here. Maybe I’ll pick up gardening, then I can actually wear the farmer hats which are lying around my room. hmm.
