well, went back to the air force guy today, and spoke with him some more. basically, i took a simple test and made a date to go down to Indianapolis to take my ASVAB and get a physical. im actually somewhat scared of the physical part. i hate needles, and its been ages since ive been stuck with one. i also fear that the scars i have on my arms may disqualify me from going. while speaking with my recruiter i showed him my arms and he said they may not take me because they might think im not in a stable frame of mind. i wish i woouldve knownt hat my stupidty would fuck me later on in life. if i would have known this, i wouldnt have done it.. and i also wouldnt have stuck with the reason why i had done it..
i leave Kokomo roughly around 1pm and take a bus with other recruits from the other branches and get all that crap done. i get a free hotel room, and a free dinner, so thats always good.. im just paranoid that i wont get accepted, or that my scores will be too low to do what i want.. and speaking of that, i really dont know what i want to do.. and i think thats a problem. wish i coould finally figure out what i want, but im even starting to second guess going into the USAF. *sigh* i just cant ever set my mind on something to do for my life..
but, other than all of that constant crap, i got my tattoo touched up this past saturday.. but im also wondering if he messed up horribly or not. im thinkin no, but i didnt even bruise this bad as i did this time..
my knuckle is feeling better, just scabbed up and such.. but im fine, otherwise. friend of mine still wont talk to me, but fuck him. if hes not going to admit the fact he was wrong, then i guess it doesnt matter. sometimes, youve just got to know when youve done wrong. but, alas, hell never learn..
thats enough typing for me, cant think of anything else, so.. yea.
later
i leave Kokomo roughly around 1pm and take a bus with other recruits from the other branches and get all that crap done. i get a free hotel room, and a free dinner, so thats always good.. im just paranoid that i wont get accepted, or that my scores will be too low to do what i want.. and speaking of that, i really dont know what i want to do.. and i think thats a problem. wish i coould finally figure out what i want, but im even starting to second guess going into the USAF. *sigh* i just cant ever set my mind on something to do for my life..
but, other than all of that constant crap, i got my tattoo touched up this past saturday.. but im also wondering if he messed up horribly or not. im thinkin no, but i didnt even bruise this bad as i did this time..
my knuckle is feeling better, just scabbed up and such.. but im fine, otherwise. friend of mine still wont talk to me, but fuck him. if hes not going to admit the fact he was wrong, then i guess it doesnt matter. sometimes, youve just got to know when youve done wrong. but, alas, hell never learn..
thats enough typing for me, cant think of anything else, so.. yea.
later
i've had people in town visiting, and i've had to work, and my computer died. my silence isn't intentional, just a byproduct of my busy weekend. =)