|I'm reading The Killer Angels. WOO!
||[Dec. 15th, 2009|03:09 pm]
Wendy, Wason, Henry, F.off, Shannon, dark pope
Occasionally, Christmas makes me want to cry, for one reason or another. Mostly I remember my childhood and college and think about what a happy time that was for me. Then I think about the exciting things I've planned for my future. Learning to sail, a masters degree, debt-free living, wearing a uniform, hunting and fishing, and being able to breath freely again. I have a hard time looking forward when my past was so beautiful.|
Then I have to slap myself out of sentimental thoughts.
To be honest, I'm absolutely terrified to be going into the military. To be chained to it for eight years. Eight years! But this is what I want and I'll be damned if I let that or anyone else stop me.
Anyway, I ship out in three months. So I have three months to fuss and worry.