Year End Wrap Up
My obligatory 2016 wrap up. Going to try not to focus on the past so I can look forward to the new year a bit more. It's a bit long.
2106 saw a lot of death for me, and I'm not talking about the celebrities. Sure, they made their impact, but theirs deaths didn't hurt near as much as the friends and family I lost since the year began. Until Valhalla, Ruhl, Thomas, and Grampy. Was shot during an argument, suicide, and lung cancer respectively. I'll see you gentleman again. RIP Lisa. You made my life complete and utter Hell for years, but I like I told you at your funeral, I forgive you. I really do.
Only two other really notable things for the year. The vast majority of 2016 I was dating Sami, and that's been over for a bit now. Not gonna lie, I've been super bent out of shape about it. I really wanted that to work out, but just recently I think my Heartache Fever finally broke. Realized how much better off I am, and hopefully now I can find someone I can actually settle down with. It's that time for me. Also notable, I signed up for the Army Reserve to be a 25B, an IT Specialist. After being a Cav Scout in the beautiful 82nd Airborne I'm sure this transition will be as lame and rage inducing as anything, but it's paid training to jump into a field with a much better pay ceiling. If shit goes down and we end up in another major war, you can bet your ass I'm jumping ship back so I can meet my brothers on the front lines. I'll go rogue before they let you bastards fight without me. Lastly, as a random third thing, got my nipples pierced. Thought it was worth mentioning because with Winter I get cold, and that makes my nipples hard, and that makes the fresh piercing uncomfortable. It upsets me.
Now, I'm gonna look forward some, to 2017.
This year is for me, in every way. Financially, mentally, and emotionally. Seriously, I've saved so much money since becoming single again. I don't have to worry about anyone but me. I can actually focus my energy on myself instead of worrying about someone that just wants out. Now, it probably won't happen in 2017 due to plans I'll detail a bit later in the post, but I want my own fucking place. Going to break the Millenial stereotype and get my own house. Thankfully I have the VA to utilize for a home loan, which should hopefully make things easier. I just want to be able to tell a visitor that this is my place, not this is where I live. Honestly couldn't tell you where, though. My heart isn't set on Wisconsin.
So, touching on the Army Reserve thing, this year I disappear to Georgia for five months for my training. Really, really looking forward to this. As some of you might know, since I graduated I haven't really been known to stay in one place for too long. I could use the change of scenery to finish getting over the Sami Ordeal. A little bit of salt remains, plus I enjoy learning. It'll be an easy five months of getting back in shape, learning a new career field, and getting a better job. Of course my current job can suck it. They're forced to hold my position for me, and since I now have to work two New Years Eve's in a row they can really fucking eat it. Of course after that, the local reserve unit leaves for Kuwait in late 2017, and while I'm exempt from deployment for two years because of my new contract, I can definitely still volunteer. I'll gladly except that "deployment" and the tax free paychecks that come with it. Easy money after a combat tour in Afghanistan. Oh, and after I complete my training I receive my $15,000 signing bonus.
Lastly, I've noticed that I have a drinking problem. An actual problem. Not just a "haha, you're always drinking, lol." More like a "seriously, you drink too much and I'm worried for you." That's going to stop. As much as I enjoy drunken bliss, I've realized a few things. It makes me lazy, unmotivated. Can't move forward if you don't feel like or are incapable of moving things forward. Don't get me wrong, I'm not just gonna quit, just knocking the habit of getting Hella drunk every time I walk into my room. Kind of getting sick of feeling miserable the first few hours of work every night while I combat a hangover, sick of worrying about when the liquor store opens when I'm out, Sick of having to carry trash bags full of beer can out to be recycled. Plus, with cancer apparently being a family tradition my liver could use some rest.
tl;dr: Too many people died, coming to terms with relationship ending with time-waster, joined reserves, hoping to go to Kuwait, nipples pierced, and working on alcohol abuse.
2106 saw a lot of death for me, and I'm not talking about the celebrities. Sure, they made their impact, but theirs deaths didn't hurt near as much as the friends and family I lost since the year began. Until Valhalla, Ruhl, Thomas, and Grampy. Was shot during an argument, suicide, and lung cancer respectively. I'll see you gentleman again. RIP Lisa. You made my life complete and utter Hell for years, but I like I told you at your funeral, I forgive you. I really do.
Only two other really notable things for the year. The vast majority of 2016 I was dating Sami, and that's been over for a bit now. Not gonna lie, I've been super bent out of shape about it. I really wanted that to work out, but just recently I think my Heartache Fever finally broke. Realized how much better off I am, and hopefully now I can find someone I can actually settle down with. It's that time for me. Also notable, I signed up for the Army Reserve to be a 25B, an IT Specialist. After being a Cav Scout in the beautiful 82nd Airborne I'm sure this transition will be as lame and rage inducing as anything, but it's paid training to jump into a field with a much better pay ceiling. If shit goes down and we end up in another major war, you can bet your ass I'm jumping ship back so I can meet my brothers on the front lines. I'll go rogue before they let you bastards fight without me. Lastly, as a random third thing, got my nipples pierced. Thought it was worth mentioning because with Winter I get cold, and that makes my nipples hard, and that makes the fresh piercing uncomfortable. It upsets me.
Now, I'm gonna look forward some, to 2017.
This year is for me, in every way. Financially, mentally, and emotionally. Seriously, I've saved so much money since becoming single again. I don't have to worry about anyone but me. I can actually focus my energy on myself instead of worrying about someone that just wants out. Now, it probably won't happen in 2017 due to plans I'll detail a bit later in the post, but I want my own fucking place. Going to break the Millenial stereotype and get my own house. Thankfully I have the VA to utilize for a home loan, which should hopefully make things easier. I just want to be able to tell a visitor that this is my place, not this is where I live. Honestly couldn't tell you where, though. My heart isn't set on Wisconsin.
So, touching on the Army Reserve thing, this year I disappear to Georgia for five months for my training. Really, really looking forward to this. As some of you might know, since I graduated I haven't really been known to stay in one place for too long. I could use the change of scenery to finish getting over the Sami Ordeal. A little bit of salt remains, plus I enjoy learning. It'll be an easy five months of getting back in shape, learning a new career field, and getting a better job. Of course my current job can suck it. They're forced to hold my position for me, and since I now have to work two New Years Eve's in a row they can really fucking eat it. Of course after that, the local reserve unit leaves for Kuwait in late 2017, and while I'm exempt from deployment for two years because of my new contract, I can definitely still volunteer. I'll gladly except that "deployment" and the tax free paychecks that come with it. Easy money after a combat tour in Afghanistan. Oh, and after I complete my training I receive my $15,000 signing bonus.
Lastly, I've noticed that I have a drinking problem. An actual problem. Not just a "haha, you're always drinking, lol." More like a "seriously, you drink too much and I'm worried for you." That's going to stop. As much as I enjoy drunken bliss, I've realized a few things. It makes me lazy, unmotivated. Can't move forward if you don't feel like or are incapable of moving things forward. Don't get me wrong, I'm not just gonna quit, just knocking the habit of getting Hella drunk every time I walk into my room. Kind of getting sick of feeling miserable the first few hours of work every night while I combat a hangover, sick of worrying about when the liquor store opens when I'm out, Sick of having to carry trash bags full of beer can out to be recycled. Plus, with cancer apparently being a family tradition my liver could use some rest.
tl;dr: Too many people died, coming to terms with relationship ending with time-waster, joined reserves, hoping to go to Kuwait, nipples pierced, and working on alcohol abuse.
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