By popular demand...
I'm back! Slit your wrists and set your hair on fire then try and put it out with grain alcohol.
So, because of someone's post, I am choosing to update my journal. So... Here it goes:
I missed my drill on the first full weekend of march (two weekends ago) because that Friday morning I was supposed to go to drill I managed to step on a nail while running. So isn't that just fancy? I got a Doctor's note to get out of my drill, the Marines were just being dickheads about it. Like I can help a freak accident. What did they want me to do, drive to the reserve center with a 6 inch nail sticking out of my foot? They were rediculous. Oh, and wasn't the fact that it was the day we went on Spring break just peachy? It set me for an interesting time hobbling through airports with a 50 lb. bag in my hand.
I got home and realized how good it actually was to be home. I wouldn't have wanted to stay there for much longer than I did, but I had a good time while I was home. I saw Dylan whom I won't see for a long time probably. He's home on recruiting duty. I also saw Aimee a few times, and saw Cross for a couple of days while he was home.
And then I went back to school. And Beth decided that we were better off "just friends." You know, it was probably honestly the truth, seeing as we hardly ever got to see eachother; but everyone knows just as well as I do that the friends thing hardly ever works out. Let's be practical here. They hardly ever work out. And something else that really concerns me is the fact that because we are this far away from eachother, I may never see her again. Now, she assured me that it wouldn't happen. And this all happened on Tuesday, I haven't seen or talked to her yet. Indicative of the future? Sadly, probably yes. I really liked her, and I don't want her just to fall out of my life. I don't think I have much of a say in it though. I need a fuckin' handle of Tequila to help me through this I think.
Advice for this post: Women suck.
So, because of someone's post, I am choosing to update my journal. So... Here it goes:
I missed my drill on the first full weekend of march (two weekends ago) because that Friday morning I was supposed to go to drill I managed to step on a nail while running. So isn't that just fancy? I got a Doctor's note to get out of my drill, the Marines were just being dickheads about it. Like I can help a freak accident. What did they want me to do, drive to the reserve center with a 6 inch nail sticking out of my foot? They were rediculous. Oh, and wasn't the fact that it was the day we went on Spring break just peachy? It set me for an interesting time hobbling through airports with a 50 lb. bag in my hand.
I got home and realized how good it actually was to be home. I wouldn't have wanted to stay there for much longer than I did, but I had a good time while I was home. I saw Dylan whom I won't see for a long time probably. He's home on recruiting duty. I also saw Aimee a few times, and saw Cross for a couple of days while he was home.
And then I went back to school. And Beth decided that we were better off "just friends." You know, it was probably honestly the truth, seeing as we hardly ever got to see eachother; but everyone knows just as well as I do that the friends thing hardly ever works out. Let's be practical here. They hardly ever work out. And something else that really concerns me is the fact that because we are this far away from eachother, I may never see her again. Now, she assured me that it wouldn't happen. And this all happened on Tuesday, I haven't seen or talked to her yet. Indicative of the future? Sadly, probably yes. I really liked her, and I don't want her just to fall out of my life. I don't think I have much of a say in it though. I need a fuckin' handle of Tequila to help me through this I think.
Advice for this post: Women suck.