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The Mess

Breda prided himself on being able to eat anything but the cold asparagus, chili and onion wrap served for lunch that day would be his ultimate undoing.

A/N: Okay so I have spares in my schedule where I can come online, not msn or anything, just the net. I normally use this time to work out or iron but today my roommate locked me out so... yeah I had time to kill. I'm hiding so I don't get jacked up. That's what they call it when staff yell at you for fucking up.

I do this hourly.

See they have this thing were there are 50 important people on base who you have to be able to identify and greet when they walk by and if you don't... well you do pushups. I have 60 to do. They add up as the week goes on. To be fair, it's only 20 a person you don't greet but fuck my poor arms.

Oh, interesting fact. My roommate is Franco and is making me identify all the objects in our room in French so my bilingual classes are going well. I'm still pissed at being locked out. My room was trashed by the staff so I wanted to put it back to standard... like make sure my matress is on my bed, put the drawers back in my dresser. You know, small details to make a room perfect.

Oh and that wrap was on the menu yesturday. It was the worst thing I have ever tasted, including the time I was dared to eat a dead crayfish.

-rix the demon