If there's a rocket tie me to it.
A fire a fire.
You can only take what you can carry.
Five years, three months. One missed christmas, five missed thanksgivings, four missing summers. I have a talent for winter in Norfolk now, but what else? I know more about naval archetecture (on the electrical side) than I should need anywhere else. I am familiar with some industry standards which seems nice. I should make good use of that. I have a chunk of change for the future, whatever that may hold. I need to find something to keep me occupied without interfering with school. The first winter and first summer will be easy I think, with some catching up to do on biking, camping and hunting, but then I will need a job.
A pulse your pulse
It's the only thing I can remember.
Just a list of bad ideas. Sometimes you just meet somebody great and it does not seem like they feel quite the same. Awkward nights, and awkward days, but then I won't see her again so long as I leave here. The rest was just fun I think.
I break, you don't.
I was always set to self destruct though.
We'll see about that though. How hard could it be to go to school. I should do fine so long as it is my job. What amount of stress could be worse than endless days? I'll see where I am in two years. There should be no problems. I have a plan, I have a budget, I have the backing, and most importantly I have my family.
The fire, the fire.
It cracks and barks like primal music.
This is where it works. I will get my pickup and have a good time till I get out. When I get out I will buy something more reasonable, like a sedan, and then I will cut my costs (as if they weren't low enough). Then to be able to manage my own time, I should do much better. To sleep when reasonable, and stop working at set times. Not to mention the joy it must be to set a whole day off in a week. This will be a continuation of something, I just don't know quite what it will be.