H2O Treebz

Quick update. I have made it past the boring part of the application. I handed in the written part today and have booked myself in for the written tests.

After that I have to do the basic fitness test, 2.4 km in 13 minutes. Not too bad :P After that comes the interview process and then a medical exam. And then finally a last interview and hopefully on to basic training then

My mother suggested getting a job in the mean time. I'm not opposed to this idea, I could...

So I moved home few weeks ago. I won't lie I've been a bit of a bum. Especially these last few days in particular. Currently waiting on a reply to my application to the Airforce. It's been a little over a week and I've had no reply. I not the worried type, as long as I can remember I've never really panicked or stressed about anything. But this time is a bit different. I put all my chips on this and I'm hoping it doesn't fall through.

If I said that boredom has set in, it would be...

As some of you knew, I moved to New Zealand in January 2012. That was the biggest decision of my life, until now.

I left school this year to pursue and IT college. All was well, up until I was refused a grant for a student loan. This altered everything. I had no idea what I was going to do or where to go from there.

Most kids, I say most but I really mean the kids I grew up with, knew what they wanted to do with their lives from about age 13. For me that never happened....

There's this weird sensation, I'm sure other pet owners get this too, when you realise that your pet completely depends on you. It's weird, not really sure how to take it. For example, I walk my dogs twice a day, and I let them off their leash sometimes. Previously I was apprehensive of this, but I know as soon as they go they'll come back. Why? Because they cannot live without their owner. It's a weird feeling, knowing another creature's life rests solely upon yourself. Myself. But the more I think...

So I have dogs, rottweilers. They aren't the biggest, most brutal looking rottie's in the world but they are good dogs. Well trained and not over fed like 90% of the other rottweilers I see around town. Anyway, every time I walk them someone always talks smack. It's funny, because they are usually in their cars with their doors locked or across the street. Same thing everyday. I mean I'm no tough guy, but anyone can talk crap from across the street. Oh well haters gonna hate.