8th of September 2005

Today i ate with the skin heads. They're not really skin heads, they do have short army hair cuts and they're all white with blonde hair, but they're not Rompa Stompa skin heads, they're just people doing the officer training course. But i still get the feeling they'll try and kill me soon enough. I get the feeling they only talk to me and get me to join in in stuff is because i tell them stories that my dad or my uncle told me about being in the army, and more importantly seems all the military guys have an obsession with Australia, they'd collect anything that was Australian which makes me believe that sooner or later they'd just shoot me with a .50cal and have me stuffed and put in their cigar lounge in that scary bear roar pose.

I forgot, but I saw the girl who dress all in pink yesterday on my way to class. But she wasnt pink this time, she was all brown.