Well, we'll see.

Army plans are changing, throwing off other things I had planned this year.

My 5 year plan.

When I first arrived at my unit, one of my sergeants told me to have a five plan, to have something to look forward/focus on instead

2010 - attempt live a full life experience and reunite with friends, weddings
2011 - Iraq, Hurripan wedding
2012 - apply to law school, direct commission/OCS to become an officer
2014 - finish law school? join practice, start side business?
2015 - inactive status

2010!

I haven't posted in a while, I primarily started this blog to record all the notes from my journal during basic training.

I dunno, towards the beginning of the year I don't think the future looked so bright, but after a heart to heart with a dear friend of mine, I think I was able to vent most of the frustration that had accumulated over the years. It's interesting how improving your perspective, even things stay the same for the most part, really makes life that much more bearable.

I am thankful for my good friends, I don't know how to thank them enough for being in my life.

I think my new year's resolution is to be a better person, that's kind of vague though so I'm still hashing out the details.

Interesting.

It costs $10-20 to purchase a cheap thigh holster for a gun. It costs $90-130 for a good tactical thigh holster. It costs thousands of dollars to redo a shot when the cheap holster fails to allow your principal actor to draw his weapon in a timely fashion.

It's the last week of filming for Red Dawn, conveniently at Kmart HQ! Indoors! Yeah it's chilly inside since the building's been abandoned so long, but it's convenient that it's so close.

What happened?

I've been back two months already. I had goals but they didn't end up getting accomplished. What I was looking forward to most upon getting back from the Carolinas was seeing all my good friends again. Instead, the vast majority of the people who I thought were my closest friends have either copped out or have been too busy to see me, oftentimes before they move elsewhere. The knowledge that I'm going to Iraq next year means that any potential grad school or full-time plans would be disrupted. For a moment when I first got back from Ft. Bragg, things were pretty much perfect. Now... not so much.