Fuck.
Well-my official ship date got changed to June 6th. Which means I have less than six months before I am in United States Marine Corps Bootcamp. Fucking graduation is June 5th, which means iI ship out THE NIGHT OF MY H.S. GRADUATION. Holy hell. How much does that suck? No Senior week. No drinking and women. Everyone will be partying it up and I'll be getting the crap kicked out of me Marine style. So FUCK ME! Life sucks today... But on the upside (kinda), my recruiters wife is pregnant! Another little Devil Dog runnin around the Clark household in 9 months or so. Im happy for him. Lately- If nobody has noticed... All I talk about is the Marine Corps. They are completely taking over my life. And I hate it. I wear Marine T-shirts everyday. The count so far is 37 t-shirts. Come on now. Somebody help me. Save me from myself. Im serious. Call me! Get me away from the marines. This is my official "s.o.s. flair." Please Help. On another good note- I am officialy homosexual. girls screw me over all the time. So I have made a decision to be gay. I wont act on it, but by category- consider me a homosexual. Damn u girls to hell. Thats it for now- write more tomorrow.