Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

Here i am, blogging again, i believe it's my second blog of the day. I'm really happy that i've reached more than 500 hits this month, i didn't really know it would get this fun.
Cut to the chase. So this last Tuesday, i went to go see Disney On Ice, with Margaret, April and William, its funny Margaret texted me randomly asking me if i wanted to go see Disney On Ice, out of all the people she could of asked, she picked me. Stunning eh? I guess when things become kind of stale within your "everyday" group of friends, you want to taste something new, something different. Yay for me, at least.
So, i'm here to cry once again about how much life sucks. It's a never ending situation for me, i don't know why, but it's just me. So i think this is it. This is for real. I think i'm moving. Yanno, when i heard that my parents might be selling the house, i was kinda "yay" at first, but than when i thought about it, i was like "what the hell, where we gonna live now?" Heck, i don't even know what is going on. It sucks, it really does. Even though i haven't exactly lived in this house for a very long time, i'm probably miss this place. This house has treated me well. I think i'mma live with my grandparents for the time being, sigh. If only i was rich, i would have the power to move out on my own. I hate this part right now.
This gives me another reason of why i should join reg force. It sounds nuts, but i'm for real guys.

I hope this weekend turns out to be fun, even though i'm working, Friday to Sunday, i hope something amazing happens. Something out of the ordinary.
This might be it, but i don't want it to end.

Aside from all this bullshit that's happening lately, class is about to end in a week and finals are just around the corner. It's so hard to focus, knowing that i'll have to move, this kinda stress is getting to me.

I honestly don't know where to begin, and how to start..

This is forreal, i don't know where to begin. I really want to go to Afghanistan, I really wanna get away from reality, and i really wanna get away from "YOU." You drive me nuts, i fucking hate you sometimes... You are the reason why my transcript looks like fucking jack shit. I don't know how to explain this feeling but you make me feel like shit sometimes, at times, degrading. Okay, so i'm not exactly 100% sure if i'm going to Afghanistan in 2011. The thing is, i don't know how to tell my parents. They're so asian. They're so irrogant. There's no other way to put it, i hate them. I can't tell them jack shit, like if i tell them i'm seeing a girl, they'd be flying all over the place telling my grandparents, uncles, aunts and so forth. I hate it. They make me angry, and if i ever get a "gun-to-take-home" i want to shoot them.
Seriously, Afghanistan, it looks like a scary place to be in right now, yah you know, the war between America and Afghanistan or whatever....... Like what the fuck? Why is Canada even in there? Yeah, peace keep my fucking ass, but anyway i still feel like going. I want some medals, i want to do something in life, something exciting, something out of the ordinary. It'd be so awesome coming home from Afghanistan with medals as a private, damn.............. I could only imagine. Should i get into regular force, and say "fuck you" to the reserves?
I am stoked already, are you?
It's a feeling i can't simply describe.

Fuck this. And fuck you.
Private Cheng is out.