I love Soul Pancake. Good way to get your mind off YOU when thats all that fills your head. The title in this post is from This Side of Paradise, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. A cool cat too cool to use his first name. I’d be J. Helen Harrington. Or J.H. Harrington. I can’t decide which is better. Perhaps I shall design a book cover with both and we’ll take a vote. Because it’s that important.

Today I went to the USMC OSO, and spoke to the OSO. Officer Selection Officer. This is NOT redundant.

I’m considering joining the military for a number of reasons:

1. I’m broke, and tired of serving. And I don’t want to work as a server to pay my way through grad school.
2. I don’t know that I can find a decent job besides serving that will allow me to pay for myself, loans, and grad school.
3. I can fund the travel I do, or be ordered to do it.
4. I’ll have professional work experience, and a lot of helpful training.
5. Awesome benefits, all medical and dental pretty much free.
6. If I was a guy, I’d say I’d get lots of ass falling into my hands. But I’m thinking most men will be scared off by an officer, a female, at that, and will run away. Which sounds good to me!

I’m considering not joing the military for a number of reasons:

1. Loss of freedom
2. I will be owned by the military, always on call.
3. No idea how my sidekick, Ivy, will work into this. If I get sent on a tour somewhere, i.e, Afghanistan….I don’t think she can come.
4. The idea of being 28 blows my mind out of the water. I don’t like to plan that far. I do, but I don’t.

And holy fuck, the sky is blue today in Texas. I didn’t know that was possible in October.