BAMBAM's blog: "luck"

yesterday i had to go to the library on post to change my password for my AKO account. while i was there waiting for a guy that was with me to get done, i got a phone call. it was another guy from my unit that was there to do the same thing. he called me to tell me it costs .20 cents a piece to print. i was like im like 75 feet down the hall where it doesnt cost a thing to print. he said im on way way there, not like i cared anyway. just to satisfy my own curiosity, i asked him why he told me about the price of printing. he replied he wanted to borrow the money to print, which confirmed my suspicions. i lokked at him and said u dont have .20 cents. he looked at me with a serious face and replied, i only have 100 pennies. i just looked at him and walked off. it would be one thing if it was a machine u had to put money in, but it wasnt. u pay the lady that sits up at the desk where u pick up your papers.

wouldnt it be cool if i could die for all the soldiers deployed, or get the sickness of friends of mine

well im finally done with level 2 combatives training. i wal away fro it with a certificate, hurt ribs,2 sore legs,sore back, right shoulder and elbow sore.maybe i need to look into getting a massage.

well im done with 1 week of level 2 combatives. i have 1 week to go. so far my ribs are killing me, my sholder has been twisted in too many wrong directions, and my elbow has been twisted in the same odd directions. i hae take downs, more hitting and being hit this week. god i need a massage. why do i do this to myself, oh wait i know. im an idiot thats why.

on march 12th, i will be going to level 2 combatives training. instead of the week long of 8 hours a day getting my ass kicked, i will be doing 8 hours a day for 2 weeks of getting my ass kicked. who knows maybe i can go to level 3 training, which lasts a month.

well i just finished my last day of combatives training. its was some good training, even though yesterday we had to get punched. i actually enjoyed being punched.we had to go 4 rounds getting punched till we put the instructors in a clinching hold. the first 2 rounds i had the same guy, when my 3 round came around it looked like i was getting the same guy. well he switched places with a guy who had been staring at me since he had got there. I dont like being stared at by any guy, so i did what i always do, stared back and tried to piss him off. well we started out by tounching hands like do in boxing(even though i couldnt hit back). we started moving towards eachother, he threw a punch, i let it hit me, same with the following 2 punches. he threw another punch, and i looked at him and smiled. i finally pissed the guy off, too bad it didnt last long. after he was pissed, i clinched him up. sucks to be him, he got embarrassed by the other instructors as well as my fellow trainees.

here over the last few weeks i have been fighting an inner battle. you know the good vs evil. i think the evil is starting to win. i have found myself short tempered, and pretty much down right mean to people. im starting to push people away from me, people i work with, guys i went to iraq with(both times i went). its not something thats new, its just hasnt surfaced in a long time. dont really know what to say or do anymore.im thinking maybe i need to go back over to iraq for a 3rd time. that way im not like this to people i know and care about.

well i volunteered to go to a combatives class, next week. which translates into i get to spend 8 hours a day for 5 days getting my ass kicked. when that is done, i volunteered to spend 2 weeks doing the same thing, but its level 2 which pretty much means the same thing, but worse. who knows maybe they will hurt me during the training. it could happen, then again i might hurt someone. thats life right we volunteered to go to the class. i am the only one in my company, who is crazy enough to volunteer for stuff that can get u hurt. i know what your thinking, im an idiot.

have you ever sat and wondered what a romantic evening might entail? i always pictured a romantic evening consisting of alot of activities by candle light. a romantic dinner, looking into eachothers eyes, a nice bath with rose pedals floating in the water a glass of wine, and some soft music. wrapped in a hot towel lead to the bed for a massage by u guessed it by candle light. i have thought about doing that, have never done it yet. i know it doesnt round very romantic, but hey romance is where u find it and with the person u wanna share it with. i have no idea why im even telling ya'll this. maybe me telling it, it will get it out of my head. maybe it will give someone an idea how to spark some renewed romance with their bf/gf. who knows.........

me and a buddy of mine are gonna see what the possibilities of us going back to iraq. it will be his 2nd time there, and my 3rd if we get to go.even though i think if i go back there, i wont return.i am curious if im right about it. i know it would upset a few people, mainly my parents and sisters and brothers, if i go back. i wonder at times, what makes me do stuff like this.i feel like im useful when im deployed, even though everytime i get deployed i have the dangerous jobs.i wonder if i have a death wish,or if its some reason i will find later on.