Day Two: Air Force Explanation and Last Year

As I awaken this morning I begin to think of my new goals in life. I plan on joining the United States Air Force (hence the name of the blog), getting through college, and someday being a happy man with a wife and some kids. That seems so boring now that I say it out loud. I also want a tiger... And a falcon. Now my life is badass.

Anywho, I have become a bit of a fitness nut since being recruited early this March. I hate running, but I love the feeling after the run of "Holy shit I just ran three miles... Bet Jim can't do that!" In that scenario Jim was a fake name that I made up for the point of saying that I'm in good shape now and I'm proud of it. I cannot even express how amazing it feels to get up and feel more strength day by day. I almost feel like I should go be a vigilante or something. Almost.

It seems about time to recap the last year. I began my freshman year at University of the Ozarks last fall and did surprisingly well. Halfway through the year I had a 4.0 and I realized that I was not being challenged whatsoever. I looked toward other programs for film (my one true passion), but all of them were soaring toward the 70,000 range and I knew we couldn't make it. So I did as any young and able bodied American would do in this sort of a situation. I blindly and rashly enlisted in the military. During this year I have only officially dated one woman; Alexa McCamey. She twisted things around on me in a way I never would've expected. She manipulated me and kept me thinking that everyone in our friend group was mad at me, so I never went out to see them. It has taken me a good while to try to love again. I attempted at dating a few times, but it never seemed to work out in my favor. Darby didn't think I trusted her, Devyn's partygirl lifestyle was too much for me, but now Jordyn. Jordyn has come along and accepted me for all of my faults. I don't know why she'd do such a silly thing as to accept a man like myself, but she has. I am in no way a Christian, but she loves me all the same. Every time I'm with her she'll hold me and tell me that she'll never let me go. I like to feel like someone won't leave for once. I may have abandonment issues.

This is it for today. I have to go to work out and then get ready for work. Walmart workin'! Hey, a job's a job.

So long for now,

Dalt

Day One: Introduction and Origin

Dreams change as life goes by. What starts out as a definite chance of happening ends up in failure as you realize that there is no way that you can be an actor. That may just be me. This blog is mine. It is for me and me alone. If someone else finds it then they can read my thoughts, but as of now it is not to be proudly shared. This is where my thoughts are, my dreams, my disappointments. This is where my ambitions go, my motivations, my achievements. This is a place of safety that I have created for myself, because no where else can I be myself.

To this point I sound either depressed or manic. In my on opinion I am neither. I am just a man who wishes to be heard, but the only person who will listen is myself.

May 26th, 1994. The day I was born. Plopped directly from a warm uterus into a bath of water heated exactly to the internal body temperature of a pregnant female. It's odd how only nineteen years later I cannot seem to remember being born. Seems like a grand enough day for me to care about it. I suppose not. All jokes aside my birthing was apparently no easy task. My older brother supposedly slipped right out of my mother as if he was escaping finally, but I took my sweet time. I was holding on for dear life causing mother much grief and pain. In a way our births perfectly described the relationship we were to take with our birth mother. I held on until the end and then caused her great pain, but my brother couldn't seem to care less about the poor alcoholic.

Onto today. I am sick, but not to any sort of deadly degree. I want my death to have purpose. Solomon's death had purpose in that he brought us all together. Mine will have purpose in proving the human will is capable of great things. That's my only wish for myself. Everything else I have surpassed in a way that I am quite pleased with.

I have always required a way to get my thoughts out and share them with someone. On this day I finally got the motivation to start my blog because I'm in a bit of a pickle; currently I have negative twenty six dollars and eighty five cents. With much luck and much determination I will never be so desperate again.

So long for now,

Dalt.