Day SEVENTY TWO : Day SEVENTY THREE : Day SEVENTY FOUR : Army thingy

Day Seventy Two : March 15, 2010 : Monday

HEY~ Did you know?? It's my birthday today! :D
And I completely almost forgot. HAHAHA!

That aside, I spent the day just walking around today. I wanted to find The Ceika's but, sheesh, for a popular restuarant? Not so easy to find. Took me ages before I figured out that I should give up on it. Really... You'd think it'd be the best way to spend your birthday... stuffing yourself mad with delicious delicacies. Or something close to that

My hands are trembling right now... uggggggghh..Fucking twig bruised me!!
I hate myself. I feel sad. I spent this birthday (The day wich I was born on) walking around (semi-aimlessly) looking for 'ole Vinny's restaurant (which I did not find) WHICH I did not find. And it has to be said in and out of the paranthesis. >:(

I'm just so sad. :( I guess I'll spend my birthday tomorrow instead and spoil myself funny. Right now, on the actual date of my precious birth, I shall sleep out in the dirty, dirty world that is Mercury...

Funny... It's so quiet...

Day Seventy Three : March 16, 2010 : Tuesday

I woke up not of my own accord, like I usually do, but because of some cop (The Uno). I suddenly had a flashback of Mars... Wow. De ja vu... My first time, if I'm correct.
But this cop certainly said (and did) some interesting stuff. He yelled at me and scolded me and I don't exactly remember what he was saying because I just woke up. And then he started ordering me to get ready and march towards the army-what's-the-place... I could've laughed....But when I didn't he dragged me there. Wow, who just drags random people like that??? I'm a visitor, treat me nicely bitch!

But when I told him that I am a visitor from Apollo, he cut my arm (with this knife thingy) and smiled at me like he's all mighty and powerful. My blood was Mercurian. Damn my luck. Damn that twig. Damn this place.
Where's Strawberry when you need her?
He laughed all the way to that army place thing.

And then he introduced me to his brother (The Dos), some military trainer dude. They were, safe to say, both huge and ugly. Almost beast-like, actually. And he (The Dos) treated me real beast-like too. He ordered me around like some slave dude! And I mean it in a realistic way, not the green kind, pervert!
He told me to run there, jump here, go through the tires, roll over... Actually, I felt like a dog.
But it's not like it was all that hard... I mean, after weeks and weeks of fighting for survival? Of course I'd grow strong! Like, hot dawg! It was hecka easy.

Plus, I have somewhere to sleep. :9 And I have something to eat. I'm more than happy.


Day Seventy Four : March 17, 2010 : Wednesday

The Dos shaved my head! :( I am already so attached to my hair, why'd he have to do that?? Damn. I'm "Egg Head" again. Ah well.
So The Dos showed me to my room and I met this Yuta guy. He's not much. Pretty plain, kinda familiar, but I don't feel any attachment whatsoever. He explained this whole army thing to me. He said that for two weeks this army thing will be going on and boys that are 13 years old and above have to participate. Something about a war...

But not all guys are shaved...
The Uno probably told The Dos and their jerking with me. Douche bags.

My insides are scrunching in and out and it's such a funny feeling. Its pain, I think. Pain from words... The Dos said something (I do not wish to tackle it) and it hurt me real bad. :( Words are a powerful tool.

But I have to say, being in military right now is kinda nice. I get to do all these crazy shit army people usually go through... like the tires, and the wall climbing. They're fun. I enjoy them. The Dos hates me for it. I think he feeds on children's misery... It shows in the face. Haha.
And have the line up things and the QnA portion, and "Sir, yes sir."
(I've always wanted to say that)
And I'm not really smart, so I usually do push ups. I'm also always distracted because I'm looking for Vinny. He's bound to be here, right? I asked around, too. And wow. For a popular guy, he sure is unpopular.

It's always discipline, discipline, discipline. I kinda like that.

So now, I'm in my bed. Yuta's asleep. My stomach is still hurting. I'm reading history books... I don't want to get yelled at again.