Back Home · 3:04pm Jul 31st, 2019
The Englishman Has Landed!
I just got back from what started out as a fun ride but gradually turned into a vision of some sort of social Hell. Imagine a room full of kids who all hate each other and are at each each-other's throats 24/7. Some of them act like 5 year olds, some are ignorant bastards who think that just because they are the Lance Corporal in charge of their room full of Cadets of the same rank, they don't have to do anything. Everyone in the room wanted to decapitate our Room NCO by the third day, by the
I am finally back home, at long last!
I just got done moving my things back in from my grandparent's house and I can finally stop worrying about literally everything! I am so glad to be back home where I do actually belong and where I can get some rest for a change. It's going to take me a bit to settle back in again for what feels the the hundredth time - I frequently moved back and forth my entire life - and it's permanent this time around. No going back. That scares me a bit, honestly.
Well, that was an eventful and stressful three months on the carrier. Quarantining. Sleepless nights spent carefully planning courses of action. Executing practice missions. Getting the strike group ready for deployment. Now I’m home for a couple of months before heading overseas for a year. Time to catch up on what’s been happening in the world. Let’s see what’s been going on....
I cherish every moment I have with my dad. I went around home for the first time in maybe a month to see him. A certain someone wasn't happy about me being home, but she can frankly shove it. So I saw my dad and was chatting to him while he was working on the decking. As he would say, he's ''up Crappy Creek'' because of no work thanks to the virus, and his work van literally broke down when he was going to look for a job, and this was right when he had a bunch of work lined up, so that's slowed
I have brought some treats back with me from Ciderfest! Possibly to the tune of a host of new stories for you all.
I'm still completely and utterly exhausted, so I'm going to keep this blog on the shorter, sloppier side of things, but I just wanted to let everyone know that I've made it back home safe and sound!
I haven’t uploaded anything recently. That’s because I’ve been working on a pretty sizable project that’s going to keep me occupied for a while. I was planning to work diligently on that until I finished it, when it would be uploaded at a pace of one chapter a week until conclusion.
Not actually running for my life. It's a metaphor. Like how someone 'runs' for an accomplishment.
my mom was asking me for possible examples of what i mean when i said i wanted short hair
so i showed her this example of troye sivan
and then she started yelling at me "SEE THIS IS WHY YOUR FATHER AND I DONT WANT YOU TO GET SHORT HAIR LIKE THAT! BECAUSE IT'S GUY HAIR! THERE IS NO WAY I'D EVER LET YOU GET A HAIRCUT THAT LOOKS LIKE A GUY!"
and aaaaaaa that is very unpleasant