I'M RADIOACTIVE.
I'm actually not, but my Pizza looks that way, according to Leigh. I'll tell you more about that in a second. But first thing's first, let me say hello again! Hello, guys! I've returned from Boot-Camp. I did well.
I was a member of Division 128, in Ship 13 - the USS Marvin Shields under the leadership of CE1 Heath Lance, HM2 Crystal Bullock, and LS1 Chief Avagail Williams. We were lead by Chris Carmickle, our Recruit Chief Petty-Officer. Everyone was pretty awesome, and undoubtedly, Petty Officer Lance had the most influence on me. Carmickle was a great leader and piggybacked us through basic with his patience and willingness to understand where we were coming from: I owe Carmickle a lot for keeping an eye out for me when I was down.
I'll try to be the best Sailor I can be for his sake, if not Leigh's, if not my own.
I've got a lot of reasons to succeed.
NMITC is a whole different ballpark from Recruit Training Command.
The rules here are more-lax, but that means that you've no instruction sometimes and you've got to simply fall flat on your face and wait to be corrected by someone. You don't address anyone the way you do in Basic, because it's considered pretentious. This is a huge obstacle for me, because I worked to be a great sailor in Basic Training, and adhered fairly religiously to the guidelines I was given, which means I stick out like D.B. Krmmstopp in a bridal shop when I pivot in my boots despite not having to, or when I enter a room with a thousand-yard stare. They don't like that, and they laugh at me when I do it, but it's how I was taught to do it.
It's all a bit odd, I guess. I'm in transition still.
The studying here is rigorous. Four hour sessions on the weekend, two hours every weekday.
It's not uncommon to get upwards of four-hundred pages of material a week. It's all memorization, supposedly, and you don't have to be a great student to succeed, but I've gotten fifty-seven pages of notes in two weeks. I wanna be superlative.
I've been eating like a bachelor as of late. Like, straight up Philip J. Fry'ing it.
Buying two tins of Peanutbutter and Nutella, and some bread? Bam. Every meal for a week.
Instant noodles? You know it, baby!
And pizza. Order a pizza, eat half of it, and ration the remaining two quarters over the week.
I go out of my way to share, though, when I order Pizza - we stand a lot of watches here - if you've ever been saddled with a shitty watch before, you know that nothing sucks worse than missing lunch and standing there for four hours saluting people. As such, I always get the Coupons with a little extra something? Order of breadsticks or wings? And I give them to the Rovers or Quarterdeck Watch, 'cause I know how bad it blows sometimes.
It's the little things that make a difference, or so I hope.
Anyways - Pizza. I've been trying to branch out and try new things. Bacon gets old, just ask Leigh!
So what I've been doing is trying things like these two, you're free to join me:
It was good. Definitely more filling than the second one, and delicious. The Onions add something delightful to it, and the Chicken's filling and flavorful, but not enough to overpower the Sauce or Onion, or the Garlic that comes with the crust. Give it a shot sometime!
The second is a Thin Crust Pizza, with White-Sauce, Double Spinach, and Feta Cheese.
I wanted to try this bad. My old friend Kevin Macica was a huge fan of "Cracker-Crust" Pizza, which is when crust is so thin it crunches. The Feta is salty and delightful, and the Spinach is herbal and bold. The White-Sauce is garlicky and rich. It's all really delightful - my only regret is that the White-Sauce is really skimpy on thin-crust, so you might wanna try this one on Hand-Tossed if you order it!
Another nice thing is these were just ordered from Domino's. No fancy business here!
...It was my favorite of the two. Leigh says it looks moldy~
Also, the title of this post.
I heard one of the most awesome songs I've heard in a long time today.
All Credit and Praise to Leigh, who hooked me up with this find.
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