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too much time spent lurking since my last explosion.
Sat down and used brain, to discover that shade doesn't read me--waa! Not sure that it means anything though, as she has to trim down for the Shadesong Bug.
I guess I spend too much time trying to have other people validate me. That's one of the things I want to be rid of.
Will be going tomorrow morning to drop off my background info, and find out what's going to be up with the physical.
Scared?
Yeah.
So far, still going. I've always looked good in olive drab.
Tiger's ATT should get back to us some time next week, and that means disgusting sums of money--to the point where when I get back, I will have to re-assess my life. Fuck. We're actually gonna get to pay taxes! Wow. My whole life spent so far under the poverty level, managing to make appearances. I hope we don't let it get all crazy. We live comfortably enough now, it's just that we'd be able to pay our bills in a timely fashion and not have to worry about shit getting cut off all the time. We could like, save money and shit, too.
I'm going to have to look into doing a living will, if I get enlisted. A year from now, who knows what the world opinion will be of the US, when people here in its borders are crying fascist. I might catch a bullet, or get vaporized in the name of Allah, or whatever. Not that I'm going to spend my time running around thinking about it, worrying--you just gotta live as best you can, and that means making sure that my shit is taken care of before I get assigned a duty somewhere.
I was thinking of pulling a pussduty, getting some kind of career path that would keep me further away fom the bullets, but after vidi spoke support, I can't help but feel that that would simply be another instance of me trying to live a life without honor. Now I'm thinking maybe I should get into it as a journalist, if that's where my best skills lie. Granted I want something that'll translate into a marketable skill when I get out, if I choose to get out, but at the same time, I don't want to back down on our troops.
In world news, we started and completed the twins' bunk bed, made it out of two-by-fours and -sixes, but only had a jigsaw to cut the wood with. My Skilsaw has a bent foot, which makes all the cuts come out crooked. I'm gonna have to find a way to replace it, or scrap the whole saw. I'll have to get in there and sand down the edges, and paint it someday real soon, but for now we're back concentrating on cleaning and trying to get our futures mapped.
Potato.
I guess I spend too much time trying to have other people validate me. That's one of the things I want to be rid of.
Will be going tomorrow morning to drop off my background info, and find out what's going to be up with the physical.
Scared?
Yeah.
So far, still going. I've always looked good in olive drab.
Tiger's ATT should get back to us some time next week, and that means disgusting sums of money--to the point where when I get back, I will have to re-assess my life. Fuck. We're actually gonna get to pay taxes! Wow. My whole life spent so far under the poverty level, managing to make appearances. I hope we don't let it get all crazy. We live comfortably enough now, it's just that we'd be able to pay our bills in a timely fashion and not have to worry about shit getting cut off all the time. We could like, save money and shit, too.
I'm going to have to look into doing a living will, if I get enlisted. A year from now, who knows what the world opinion will be of the US, when people here in its borders are crying fascist. I might catch a bullet, or get vaporized in the name of Allah, or whatever. Not that I'm going to spend my time running around thinking about it, worrying--you just gotta live as best you can, and that means making sure that my shit is taken care of before I get assigned a duty somewhere.
I was thinking of pulling a pussduty, getting some kind of career path that would keep me further away fom the bullets, but after vidi spoke support, I can't help but feel that that would simply be another instance of me trying to live a life without honor. Now I'm thinking maybe I should get into it as a journalist, if that's where my best skills lie. Granted I want something that'll translate into a marketable skill when I get out, if I choose to get out, but at the same time, I don't want to back down on our troops.
In world news, we started and completed the twins' bunk bed, made it out of two-by-fours and -sixes, but only had a jigsaw to cut the wood with. My Skilsaw has a bent foot, which makes all the cuts come out crooked. I'm gonna have to find a way to replace it, or scrap the whole saw. I'll have to get in there and sand down the edges, and paint it someday real soon, but for now we're back concentrating on cleaning and trying to get our futures mapped.
Potato.