Last 3 years

This is my first post on this website, as you can tell, so I figured I would give a wee bit of background. Not that it is neccesary, but I figured that is what this site is for, so let's use it to it's full potential.

Allow me to start off by saying, "I once was lost, but now am found".

Starting Junior year of highschool, I was thinking the following: "Navy... Bible college.... girlfriend.... navy.... bible.... marines? oh heck no, much too tough... navy..... no... bible college"

Starting Senior year of highschool, thoughts looked more like this: "I have no money, this is tragic... bible college.... money..... bible college.... no more girlfriend... less friends now because of time with girlfriend.... bible college.... "

At the end of High school, I started working at a resturaunt washing dishes for minimum wage! Ok, it wasn't that exciting. I had decided that Bible college was not the thing for me, nor was the service. I had no idea of what I was going to do for the rest of my life. I just hadn't a clue. I worked hard at my job, so shortly after starting dishes, I moved up to prep cook. This is the guy that gets treated just as crappy as the dishwasher, but gets to play with fire occasionaly, and doesn't have to get wet nearly as often. Then I harrassed my supervisors and whatnot, and there came a time when they were in need of the help, and I was promoted up to cook. This all happened in less than a year, and because it happened so fast, I thought for sure it was the right thing to do. I knew that for the rest of my life, I was going to be a cook. I was going to take Culinary classes and resturuant management classes and the works. It was going to be great. Maybe I would host my own cooking show. That would be nice too. I would look into the camera and lure folks at home into buying certain products by my classy cooking style and fancy moves, throwing fire and wine.

I hate to say it, but none of that which I just mentioned ever happened nor will it. The resturuant I work in, and from what I hear all other resturaunts, are full of drugs, sex, and more drugs, and some more sex. I'm going to be honest with you, this seemed like an option. Deep down inside though I really didn't want it, and I knew that it wasn't an option. I was just looking for something to be attached to. Something to make me apart of the place where I earned my living.

Currently I am still working at that resturuant, but the good news is, I won't be for long. I have plans. Not many, though just a few. Ok, it's actually only 2. I have two plans. My first is to join a gym, and get in shape in time for enlisting so I can go to recruit training for the Marines. In case you missed it the latter of that sentence was the second plan. I am going to join the Marines. I thought about it years ago, and it had always been in the back of my mind. I pushed it back there to begin with because I was afraid of it. The MARINES! That's intense. I am still afraid of it. As a wise women once said, "If fear is the only thing holding you back, then that's more the reason to force yourself to pursue the thing you are fearing." (Mom, I know that is not what you actually said. I had to change the sentence around so it sounded more philisophical (did I spell that right?).)

So, long story short, I am joining the Marines in about 2 months. From there I don't know how long it will be until I ship for Boot camp, and after that, we'll see where the wind takes me.