We've seen what a Marine goes through to earn the title, and now we'll venture into the tomfoolery that occurs on the weekend, or lack thereof. There's always work to be done on the weekdays, but on the weekend, there ain't shit to do.

Friday comes around and everybody is hoping to get out by 1630. Sometimes we do, sometimes we don't. By this point, everyone is exhausted, tired, and absolutely no one cares about Monday so we won't not speak of that wretched word. By some miracle, or by the commanding officer's grace, we get released at 1400. Now, we all are motivated and excited. Not because of the work, but because we got released.

We clean up the shop, make it look nice and pretty and we go home, whether that be the barracks (or a house for the married Marines). I, being single, go back to the barracks to prepare for 48 hours of whatever the fuck I want to do. Usually I take a shower but the water will, on most days, end up cold with no hot water for the following week. I turn my Mac on and open up Netflix while my roommate hops on my laptop and begins playing Call of Duty, 'cause we ain't rich.

A few of my friends come into the room to relax and enjoy some company. Not the gay kind, although people do believe that about Marines. We end up binge watching Game of Thrones or playing Zombies until midnight and that ends our Friday.

Saturday and sunday are usually the same ritual, however on Sunday we all go and get our haircuts and do laundry to prepare for the following week. We have to get our haircut every week, which equates to around $500 per year in haircuts because fuck our money apparently. Either chow hall or Ramen noodles, our food options are limited because, again, fuck our money. This is my weekend, there are many like it but this one is mine. If you didn't get that reference, study up fool. Semper Fi and skate on.