My old man has some nerve talking shit about his own daughter dropping out of the navy because she had a kid. He went AWOL when he was in the army. And my uncle made it very clear that my pops is to blame for their family being torn apart, and for what? All because my grandpa was a hard ass on him a few times and my grandma was religious. I haven't seen my uncle, aunt or grandma in over a decade and they barely know me and my sister because my dad didn't want us associating with them. I haven't seen gramps since 2008 I believe, which bring me to the next part, my grandpa's funeral. My aunt changed his funeral date and told no one all because my dad was threatening to do who knows what to everyone who happened to be at the funeral. The real fucked up part is that he's making my aunt and uncle out to be greedy and telling me that they took the money that their father left behind. It's like, "Dude, they didn't take anything that was entitled to you because there wasn't even a will. And wanting money he left behind even though you hated him is just plain fucked up." According to my uncle he'd rather have his dad back than have any money or property he left behind. As for that property that my dad supposedly inherited and wants to sign over to me, I don't want it, I have no right to it being that I barely even knew my grandpa. Man, all this just because my dad can't get over shit that happened 30+ years ago.

Sounds like you guys hold grudges.

That's all my dad.

Happy, happy, joy, joy.

Headache is gone, stress has been figure out, somewhat, and things are looking up. I'm happy. I'm fucking happy. On multiple fucking levels. Finally.

Well fuck me.......... That was amazing!

This is a vague topic.

18 days sober.

People places and things.

This is different. Very different. And I really fucking like it.

Just finished registering for my final classes. Previously I was told that my graduation date was going to be February, 23, 2016. Somehow or another I ended up one term ahead.
November 3, 2015.

This actually slightly scares the fuck out of me....

I ended up with 139 credits in 5 years of college, I think 4 colleges.

Damn! I have 121 now, about to add 11 more to the list in a week as soon as these two classes are over with. I only need 180 for my second degree.

I think ever since I know you you've been studying.

I have been, off and on, working towards different certifications but the last three years has been for an actual degree.

Confessions!

I have had my checking account for a bit over a year now and I have yet to write out a check. Which was my goal.

I did something earlier that I'm still quite unsure of.

I have begun writing again and it's terrifying me.

It's starting to really hit that I'm about a month away from a MAJOR change in my life.

I got woken up twice early today, so I slept late.

I dunno why I'd rather go down on a girl than have sex with her.

A tattoo?

I seriously need to stop fucking things up. :/ Insecurities are a bitch and they're going to ruin things, again.

I really hope that wasn't in response to my post because you don't know what my post was about. Thanks, though!