Yay life
Life is good. I'm informally engaged (no ring yet, but the promise is there), I'm working, quitting smoking(slowly but surely!), new family that actually cares, working on getting a car (also slowly but surely), World of Warcraft :P, not too many friends (but the ones I have are close to my heart), looking for gyms to join so I can get into shape, found out I'm pretty much immune to every flu bug and illness out there, Christmas is right around the corner.
All in all life has been good. Of course there are those little bumps along the road every now and then, but those are always unavoidable.
I have been noticing that I have been having creative urges lately. I'm not entirely sure why though. Most of the time I just ignore them.
Marty is in Iraq, lucky bastard. I would give damn near anything to be in the Army. I have come to realize that my interest in the Army is almost just for the fun of it. There are other reason's, I want to fight for my country and all, but mainly I think it would be a hell of a lot of fun. I know there are bad sides to war (mainly death) but that doesn't really bother me. As cliché as it sounds death is a natural part of life. You can't escape it, no matter what it is going to happen. I would rather it happen when I'm doing something I would enjoy doing. I don't want to die in a car accident, or heart attack. I want to die in the heat of the moment, fighting. And I know that if I do die, somewhere I will always be remembered, somewhere someone will be able to look up my name and see what I did. I don't want to be forgotten.
And since I can't do that. I'm doing the next best thing. I'm going to be a police officer. Hopefully I can work my way up into the FBI. That is my main goal at the moment. I may try to go and enlist in the Army at a later date, but thats in the future and not now. Charlotte really doesn't want me to go into the Army. She doesn't really like the fact that I want to be in the FBI either. She doesn't want me doing anything dangerous, but everything I want to do has danger in it somehow.
Charlotte and I are good. Have been for quite sometime now.
As I said earlier, we are informally engaged. Whenever I can save up the money for a ring I will make it formal. It feels kinda fast, I always figured I wouldn't be married until after I finished college.
I haven't talked to my mother since I have moved up here. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. Part of me feels bad about it, but most of me doesn't really care at all. I haven't talked to any of my family in Florida really. I just kinda wish they wouldn't have left at all. I kinda want to move back down there. But Charlotte and I wouldn't have anywhere to stay and I have a job and plan on starting college soon. Perhaps after college we can move down there. But that is a long ways away. If your still paying attention thank you for reading, I'm almost done I promise.
My dad is a dick, like always. He's engaged to someone. Doesn't even bother to tell me anything. He chooses not to talk to me, which I don't really mind. But he talks to Charlotte, which I don't understand at all. He talks to her more than he talks to me. Well I take that back he talks to me through Charlotte. He wants us to come meet his fiancé but he didn't ask me, he asked her. I don't really want to. I honestly don't care about him anymore. I tried when I first got up here, but he stopped talking to me again. So fuck it. He's not really my father anymore. The closest thing I have to that is Charlotte's dad.
Since you finished my spiel here is your prize! It's a star!! I know it's shitty, I think it looks more like Patrick than anything just not pink. :P
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Good Night all.
I love you loserface!
All in all life has been good. Of course there are those little bumps along the road every now and then, but those are always unavoidable.
I have been noticing that I have been having creative urges lately. I'm not entirely sure why though. Most of the time I just ignore them.
Marty is in Iraq, lucky bastard. I would give damn near anything to be in the Army. I have come to realize that my interest in the Army is almost just for the fun of it. There are other reason's, I want to fight for my country and all, but mainly I think it would be a hell of a lot of fun. I know there are bad sides to war (mainly death) but that doesn't really bother me. As cliché as it sounds death is a natural part of life. You can't escape it, no matter what it is going to happen. I would rather it happen when I'm doing something I would enjoy doing. I don't want to die in a car accident, or heart attack. I want to die in the heat of the moment, fighting. And I know that if I do die, somewhere I will always be remembered, somewhere someone will be able to look up my name and see what I did. I don't want to be forgotten.
And since I can't do that. I'm doing the next best thing. I'm going to be a police officer. Hopefully I can work my way up into the FBI. That is my main goal at the moment. I may try to go and enlist in the Army at a later date, but thats in the future and not now. Charlotte really doesn't want me to go into the Army. She doesn't really like the fact that I want to be in the FBI either. She doesn't want me doing anything dangerous, but everything I want to do has danger in it somehow.
Charlotte and I are good. Have been for quite sometime now.
As I said earlier, we are informally engaged. Whenever I can save up the money for a ring I will make it formal. It feels kinda fast, I always figured I wouldn't be married until after I finished college.
I haven't talked to my mother since I have moved up here. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. Part of me feels bad about it, but most of me doesn't really care at all. I haven't talked to any of my family in Florida really. I just kinda wish they wouldn't have left at all. I kinda want to move back down there. But Charlotte and I wouldn't have anywhere to stay and I have a job and plan on starting college soon. Perhaps after college we can move down there. But that is a long ways away. If your still paying attention thank you for reading, I'm almost done I promise.
My dad is a dick, like always. He's engaged to someone. Doesn't even bother to tell me anything. He chooses not to talk to me, which I don't really mind. But he talks to Charlotte, which I don't understand at all. He talks to her more than he talks to me. Well I take that back he talks to me through Charlotte. He wants us to come meet his fiancé but he didn't ask me, he asked her. I don't really want to. I honestly don't care about him anymore. I tried when I first got up here, but he stopped talking to me again. So fuck it. He's not really my father anymore. The closest thing I have to that is Charlotte's dad.
Since you finished my spiel here is your prize! It's a star!! I know it's shitty, I think it looks more like Patrick than anything just not pink. :P
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Good Night all.
I love you loserface!