Twas' a Long Week

Always tell the truth. It will save you a lot of stress and others a lot of hurt in the long run. After a long week, dealing with all the stresses here and back home I am ready to sit back, relax and enjoy the weekend. The past three days started at 6am or earlier for breakfast, random drug testing, and a knowledge (air force/ AF Academy) test. Sleeping in till 11 was welcomed, but the joy was short lived as I sifted through my syllabi and realized the turmoil that this next week of school will bring. I will ignore that tonight though as I venture out into C-Springs with my roommate and a new friend for dinner and a movie. Should be fun and help me to get my mind off everything going on right now.

Meme: Weird Habits

I’ve been tagged with a meme(still don't know what that is) by fellow blogger Donnie and so let the games begin:

The topic of this game is “five weird habits of yourself,” and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals.

1. I used to enjoy getting dressed in the morning. Picking out clothes and shoes to match was fun. I miss that now that I'm "in the military".

2. It really agitates me to see people who are overweight drinking diet soda.

3. Somewhat like Scott, I go through my blogroll almost every morning and every evening. Even worse, I re-check most of those sites several times throughout the day.

4. If an attractive female enters the aerobic room at the gym while I'm running I have a tendency to run faster and longer than I would were I alone... even if I have no intentions of talking to her.

5. Recently, I started wearing an eye-mask and ear plugs to bed. I'm a very sensitive sleeper and any disturbance will wake me.

The only people not to be tagged that I know of are: Anna and Mckenzie.

An Update of Sorts

Getting back into the swing of things along with managing 20 credit hours worth of classes is proving quite difficult and is putting a hurt on Neo-Anthology. I just added some pictures to my flickr. Enjoi.

Teen Angst

It feels slightly melodramatic dedicating a post to what some would call angst and emotional insecurities, but that's me right now. My sixteen-day hiatus allowed me to realize what it is to live again. Seeing friends and family was part of that, however reacclimating myself to the civilian culture really brought me back a different time in my life. Life's simple pleasures such as going out for coffee and a bagel at the Good Bean in the morning cease to exist now that I'm back at the Academy.

I miss having a real life. This is not to say life here is horrible- its far from that. Life at the Air Force Academy is busy, stressful, and full of surprises. Its also easy, stress free, and simple. I don't worry about bills, what to wear in the morning, and I'm served three square meals a day. I have a gym, supermarket, barbershop, library, and church all within walking distance of my dorm room, and someone else does my laundry and drycleaning. My responsibility comes in the form of school, squadron duties, and military obligations. Therein lies the problem. School is great, but the other two feel superfluous. I have to question whether shining my shoes, starching my clothes, making my bed, or taking out 90 upperclassmen's trash (I did this last Thursday) is really developing discipline or merely replacing the responsibilities of a normal college student. I don't know.

This brings me to my last quandary, qualm, confusion, conundrum: Am I really cut out for a career in the military? Sometimes I think so because the complaints of the previous paragraphs are forgotten. Life is good. Then I start to wonder what if....What if I went to a real college? Would I like it better? What if my Papa dies while I'm here? Will I feel regret? What if I never fall in love here? Will I end up the 40 year old virgin?

Anyways, those are my feelings this Saturday evening as I sit in my room listening to Portishead (the older stuff). I think I'm finished explaining my angst. Peace.