July 16th, 09

... it's my birthday today, but nobody's happy around.

-event recount-
called my parents yesterday nite. when i went back to lines, there was a firetruck and two paramedic vans in front of our driveway. *first hint of trouble*. then, when i started walking towards male lines, the sergeant told me to go around to the back. *second subtle hint* when i got there, a large group of ppl, namely ppl from the male tents. they were just about to send us back to our tents. so, they told us to line up, heads down, put a hand on a buddy's shoulder, and called the tent #'s as they passed. then we had to "stand-to" (aka stand near our bunks.). my tentmates and i talked about it and multiple rumours were passed around about how some guy had died. apparently, O'sullivan (fatass) had found a guy who had hung himself in a washroom stall. blechh... blue hands was all he saw. and he wasnt in the tent at that time. the guy who hung himself was rescued by a staff cadet who jumped over the stall wall and cut him down. the guy was then transported to sick kids in toronto.

-event recount ends-

... disgusting. i shall dwell no further on this. onto other matters.

this course is disgusting. i mean, i signed up for tons of yelling, hurrying, running, pushups, random solos... that kind of stuff. and the first week was like that. But this week... ughh.. fucking captain stacey.. he makes EVERYTHING soft. i mean like WTF. the staff arent even allowed to yell at us to get up in the morning anymore. ughh.. i liked last week better. and this shit we're learning is ridiculously easy. these guys make me feel like a fucking genius. like no jokes. these guys are getting 50s in applied math =_=. anddd.. ima go back to being bored.
cya~