It's been for-Goddamn-ever since I've "blogged" or done anything remotely close to the aforementioned activity. So, in the everlasting words of 'Whitesnake', Here I Go Again:

I was in the U.S. Marine Corps for a few years in the Infantry. Looking back on that, I probably could have picked a job with (please note I'm NOT saying more) transferable skills. I was an anti-armour (That's right! Like the British spelling?) shoulder-fired rockets/missiles and Demolitions Specialist. I don't think a big corporation, let alone a small business, is looking for the unique ability of an individual, such as myself, that can make things turn to rubble, or the proverbial "Pink Myst".


So, here I sit, on DeviantArt bitching and moaning to anyone who is will to read my journal entries because, let's be honest, isn't that why blogging was invented? Anyways, I digress. The point is the Department of Veteran's Affairs has been hounding my ass (which may be unfair to put it that way seeing as in the long run it will help) about deciding what I want to do with the rest of my life. So, yesterday I put a proposal forth to them to let me go to college and get a degree in Journalism and Mass Communication. We'll see what they have to say about that in a few weeks when I hear back from them about their 'aye' or 'nay'.

The part that is so fucking awful about it all is that I really want to be a cop or a firefighter. But, since I was injured in Iraq and sustained brain damage (Make your 'retarded' jokes all you want) I'm not supposed to have a stressful environment around me. Well, not doing what I want with my life is pretty Goddamn stressful, but what-the-fuck-ever. Atleast I do have some say and it's not a "The nation needs healthcare providers, so, welcome to Med-School," so I can't bitch too much. And not to say Med-School is bad, just not my cup-o-brandy.

Anyways, I'll eventually be adding things to my 'Deviations' because this seems like a nice way to express ones self. No harm in that. Although, I must say, I will never put any of my own hand drawn art up here because I am fucking aweful as an artist in that regard...unless it's basic shapes and consistant right-angles or 'Modern Art', in which case I could shit on a nun and claim it as 'artistic expression', which also for the record, is fucking dumb in my opinion.

So, I guess that'll about do it for now. I'll be around.

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