Quite possibly the longest entry I've ever made
The GHA Reunion was a real hoot. Man, I love those things. Several ADD kids gathered for a camping adventure filled with Risk and tree destruction. Which reminds me, some trees will just not fucking fall. No matter how many times you chop through them (Undoubtedly I pissed off a wood sprite).
I went on another camping trip with some family I'd never seen before and an old friend from high school into the Cranberry. I humped with a ruck and everyone else was either on horseback or in the wagon. Since the family probably wasn't keen on Wild Turkey, I sneaked a bottle in and my friend and I consumed it during the night. I realized two things: 1) I have a lot in common with and think the world of my family, even the members I never knew about. 2) After drinking a shitload of Wild Turkey with a rucksack close by, you might just urinate all over it and have no memory of the event.
I've finally started reading a bit here and there. Mainly shit on military leadership and a little on psychology, but it is a start. I also can't stop taking pictures. It would be different if I was a talented photographer, but I'm just a dolt running around with a camera snapping at the first thing I see that I like. I also really like solving problems. Even something as minor as figuring out the best way to put a rail fence.
There are four days left until I go back to school. I am looking forward to it. It'll be good to keep back on a routine (I'll be complaining about how much my time's regimented after the first few days I'm sure.). I'm stoked that I won't be having a certain professor who made my life feel bleak last semester.
I think I'm going to do Ranger Challenge and also become an EMT when I get back. I'm starting to realize that my career (be it four years or 20) looms before me and that I need to start preparing for it today. I'm still stuck with the same quandary as to whether I want to try and be a hardass and become a STO or an overachiever and become a pilot. Haha. I act as if the decision is mine to make. For all I know, I probably have similar odds of being struck by lightning while I hold the winning Power-ball ticket. I'll probably be forced into becoming some kind of engineer. Oh well.
Regardless, I must admit: Life is good. Damn good in fact. I'm young and healthy with what appears to be a fairly promising future. I will get a massive ring in a few months (note to self: Damn, I've got to find a date to Ring Figure.) which for some reason has become quite important to me. A few weeks before this much anticipated event, an even more anticipated one: I turn 21. Let the Wild Turkey flow! If not, at least Coors Light. If you read this Emily, I must apologize for not having as fine a sense of taste as you do.
I feel imbued with a purpose now (which I'm sure I say at the beginning of every school year).
I went on another camping trip with some family I'd never seen before and an old friend from high school into the Cranberry. I humped with a ruck and everyone else was either on horseback or in the wagon. Since the family probably wasn't keen on Wild Turkey, I sneaked a bottle in and my friend and I consumed it during the night. I realized two things: 1) I have a lot in common with and think the world of my family, even the members I never knew about. 2) After drinking a shitload of Wild Turkey with a rucksack close by, you might just urinate all over it and have no memory of the event.
I've finally started reading a bit here and there. Mainly shit on military leadership and a little on psychology, but it is a start. I also can't stop taking pictures. It would be different if I was a talented photographer, but I'm just a dolt running around with a camera snapping at the first thing I see that I like. I also really like solving problems. Even something as minor as figuring out the best way to put a rail fence.
There are four days left until I go back to school. I am looking forward to it. It'll be good to keep back on a routine (I'll be complaining about how much my time's regimented after the first few days I'm sure.). I'm stoked that I won't be having a certain professor who made my life feel bleak last semester.
I think I'm going to do Ranger Challenge and also become an EMT when I get back. I'm starting to realize that my career (be it four years or 20) looms before me and that I need to start preparing for it today. I'm still stuck with the same quandary as to whether I want to try and be a hardass and become a STO or an overachiever and become a pilot. Haha. I act as if the decision is mine to make. For all I know, I probably have similar odds of being struck by lightning while I hold the winning Power-ball ticket. I'll probably be forced into becoming some kind of engineer. Oh well.
Regardless, I must admit: Life is good. Damn good in fact. I'm young and healthy with what appears to be a fairly promising future. I will get a massive ring in a few months (note to self: Damn, I've got to find a date to Ring Figure.) which for some reason has become quite important to me. A few weeks before this much anticipated event, an even more anticipated one: I turn 21. Let the Wild Turkey flow! If not, at least Coors Light. If you read this Emily, I must apologize for not having as fine a sense of taste as you do.
I feel imbued with a purpose now (which I'm sure I say at the beginning of every school year).