Reblogged from Leigh.

What would you do if....
[1] I committed suicide: Pack your soul into my unborn child.
[2] I said I liked you: I'd awkwardly talk to you over the phone.
[3] I kissed you: I'd awkwardly confess I loved you over said phone.
[4] I lived next door to you: Baked goods and mackin'. 24/7.
[5] I started smoking: I'd tell you it was bad for you, but totally put up with it.
[6] I stole something: I'm never getting my heart or abacus back. Apparently, I fuckin' deal with it.
[7] I was hospitalized: Handmake some chocolate, hope it doesn't suck, and doodle on your cast.
[8] I ran away from home: Give you a place to stay.
[9] I got into a fight and you weren't there: Sanitize your injuries and talk shit about the person who did it. If they were a regular face, though, PROVOKE, SELF-DEFEND, WIN.

What do you think about my:
[1] Personality : Rigby with a paintbrush.
[2] Eyes : They are the most piercing stare I've ever met.
[3] Face: Adorable teeth, button nose. Best framed by damp curls.
[4] Hair : Stubby Pigtails, fuck yes.
[5] Clothes : RUE-21. WE'RE GOING THERE WITH NAVYBUX.
[6] Mannerisms : I love it when you bounce on your toes, and when your tongue sticks out 'cause you're yawning.

Other:
[1] Who are you? Hi, I'm Bible-tan.
[2] Are we friends? The best.
[3] When and how did we meet? In a round of GetAmped2. I was that obnoxious tit you hated.
[4] How have I affected you? I have never wanted to marry someone more than I do now.
[5] What do you think of me? NEVER. WANTED. MORE. THAN. NOW.
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? Kissing you atop Willett Falls.
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? Forever. Nobody else will do.
[8] Do you love me? Yes.
[9] Have I ever hurt you? Sometimes you don't want to talk about things. But that's my cue to back-off and give you space.
[10] Would you hug me? DONE IT.
[11] Would you kiss me? YOU KNOW IT.
[12] Would you marry me? WITH SPACE-ROCKS.
[13] Emotionally, what stands out? I think your mirth is particularly delightful. Nothing tops your unrestrained cackle.
[14] Do you wish I was cooler? You're so cool I need gloves to handle you.
[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? Seven. There's a three-point variable depending on what time of the month it is, if the party in question is Brazilian, and how much sleep you've gotten.
[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. Mistress. Because I know who holds my leash.
[17] Am I loveable? With all of my little Sailor heart.
[18] How long have you known me? A bit over half a year now.
[19] Describe me in one word. Justice.
[20] What was your first impression? "Wow! She's really cool. I hope my friend doesn't hit her up for nudes."
[21] Do you still think that way about me now? Yeah. I hope my friends don't hit you up for nudes. I'd be pretty mortified.
[22] What do you think my weakness is? Getting discouraged.
[23] Do you think I'll get married? I know you will.
[24] What about me makes you happy? Starting and ending my day with you.
[25] What about me makes you sad? Silence or a "Whatever."
[26] What reminds you of me? The necklace, scented scarf, letters, bracelet, shirt, and infinite pile of Voicemail I have from you.
[27] What's something you would change about me? Your utter dislike of your curls.
[28] How well do you know me? I'd like to think really well!
[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? I can't read analogue clocks, I'm scared of the unknown, and I hate talking about your personal details with your family.
[30] Do you think I would kill someone? I think you could. But you wouldn't want to. Hurt, but not kill.
[31] Are we close? And getting closer.
[32] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you? I don't have a journal, but I can slap it on my Blog.

Changes.

A lot has been changing. A lot of change is still to come. I'm not sure how to feel about all of it.
Excited and worried has been the normal for me for the past weeks - I know that I leave in less than a week, and poor Leigh has been crying, wetting her pretty face over my impending absence. But I know it's also only eight weeks of my career, and I know I cannot fail: I can only learn, and move forward for Leigh's sake, so that I have something to offer her beyond my eight-dollars an hour.

$139 every other week just isn't enough to support her. Or anyone, for that matter.

Perhaps it's enough to buy groceries. But not enough for a home. For a vehicle. For a life.

I've just got to rise to the occasion to be stable.

As frightening as it is, and as stressful as I know it will be, I've been trying to prepare.
I know how to fold my shirts. I know my ranks up to MCPON, and a few of the other important ones, like Commander and Captain. I could do better to study them more, but I don't really have an accurate place to.
The Internet gives me a lot of conflicting and extraneous information. I just need a list of my Enlisted Ranks.
I can probably figure out how to fold Pants in bootcamp. I know Socks and Skivvies are a whole 'nother ballpark, and that you've got to stencil your identifier onto it, and bobby pin them.

You know what? After typing that, it seems kind of overwhelming.

I'm just going to take it a step at a time and do what's assigned as it's assigned.

No need to make myself sick.

I've been exchanging a lot of music with Leigh. A whole lot.
I've not felt so comfortable passing music to someone since probably 9chen's hayday.
I used to be something of a presence there with a daily-updated music thread where I showcased my pile of Techno and such. It feels really good to have someone like your music. The most recent gem was DJ Clonepa's "UH OH, WITCH FIGHT," which holds a special place as the first song I'd listened to so often that I'd gotten tired of hearing it. She absolutely loved it, and even better, followed it up with a Touhou Rhythm Festival track that is just to die for. I've been whistling it all morning like an utter nerd, and listening to her copy of "Too Long / Steam Machine" by Daft Punk, which is pretty bitchin'. I encourage you to pick it up if you've never heard it. It's aptly named as it builds pace gradually, becoming more awesome by the second.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I'm sure I've lost a few curious eyes.

There's just been a lot of tumult in my life.

A lot going on.

A lot changing, as I'd said.

And as much as I'd hate to admit it, I've just had to put this sort of thing on the backburner to be with Leigh and get my shit done at the same time.

That's a priority though.

I'm prioritizing.

I'm prioritizing everywhere.

Maybe I'll add more to this.

Right now, there's something I have to do. 

Have some art.