I am 9000% stoked to move in with my parents. I'm excited about pretty much everything except:
Not being able to walk out the door and just go anywhere.
Having to get drives into work all the time, which is basically just me feeling guilty.
And not being able to walk around in basically underwear in the summer. But, there's a hot tub, so who even cares?
I booked like 4 hours with Monty
from Monsters Ink in Alberta while he's here for the Maritime Tattoo festival, and I'm so fucking stoked. This tattoo is going to be eternal lulz, and depending on placement, it will be an eternal don't-get-fat motivator.
Well, it's spring time now and I want my legs to be free, so I am going to shave them and exfoliate the shit out of them, and slap self tanner all over them and maybe I'll feel more attractive.
I think if the military doesn't work out for me, I will upgrade my school marks and try to be some kind of chef. Any kind. Hell, I'll even be a saucier. I feel like the more and more I wait for the military to contact me, the more and more I hope it doesn't. I think it's because when I applied, I was so pumped (and full of anger) that I wanted to just jump in and fucking go. But now I'm thinking about all of the things I could maybe do instead, and I wonder if that is what I should do.
I guess I should just stop questioning it and accept that everything happens for a reason, and only time will tell.