It's The Final Countdown

Yeah just like that stupid song except for being nothing like it.

Sixteen days. Holy shit, I'm leaving in sixteen days. Do you know how fucking terrifying that is? Extremely. I'm packing a bag with three changes of clothes and my wallet and leaving everything behind. Ain't a whole lot scarier than that.

I'm not sure why I'm writing this, it's fairly pointless. Whatever. That's what this is here for.

This is a placeholder

Yeah, this one means nothing.

See, I enlisted in the Air Force. I leave for basic training in just under six weeks, and then I'm gone for four months while I'm in basic and school.

I want to keep a record of some of the stuff that happens while I'm in, and I'm terrible at writing to myself. I have to at least pretend that someone else is actually reading it. So I'm setting up this blog because uhhhh I guess this is where I'll write it, plus I have the account set up from my short-lived punk talk thing already.

So yeah just come back around the end of July. I'll be here with stories from BMT and beyond.