Those are the first lyrics to the theme song for the US Air Force. I probably should have used that title before I went off to boot camp at the Academy, but hey, better late than never I suppose.
Anyway, in about an hour (which will be 4 am, joy) I am going to be driving to the airport and from there will be jetting off to upstate New York. I will be spending roughly a week up there, reuniting with my extended family. Double joy.
The good news is that I will have my phone, internet, and cigarettes this time. The bad news is that I am going to be spending a week with people whom I am related to.
It's not that I hate all of my family on principle, it's more that I am not a 'family person' and spending another week away from booze and sex is not exactly my idea of a fun time.
Alright, alright, I shouldn't be bitching. I know that there are immanent shenanigans to be had and possibly new friends to meet. It's very generous of my close family to have payed for the trip and I should be grateful...
It's not so much a situational issue as a timing issue. I am slightly excited to see my ridiculous, Jewish, deaf (I'm fluent in sign language for a reason), extremely eccentric extended family. I am stoked-ish to not be in Colorado for a bit.
It's just that after a week of normality, it's a tad aggravating to have to suddenly be absent from my life for a week.
It's very odd how twisted my insides are about this. I'm generally bored shitless with my normal life and yearning to be elsewhere doing other things, but now that I'm getting the chance to, all I want is to have a few days of boredom.
Again, timing. Control. I want the new and different events in my life to happen on my terms.
Again, also, with the making this a positive thing and rolling with the punches.
Anyway, just to end on a wholly pessimistic note, if I happen to die or be terminally maimed in a fiery plane crash, random terrorist attack, camping accident, or polar bear invasion, I would like to thank you all for reading and commenting, because it's cool to know that someone out there gives half a fuck about the ridiculousness that is my convoluted life.
Yours always,
Julia
Thanks for blogging, then! Try to keep the plane aloft.
ReplyDeleteHave fun with your crazy Jewish family!
ReplyDeletep.s. I find your life way more fascinating than mine :P
I hear that upstate New York is fraught with polar bears this time of year. Be careful.
ReplyDeleteCome to the city!!
ReplyDelete:)