Final Post

So I've gotten all my blogs in on time and this is going to be my last one because I don't like leaving things with unfinished ends.

Playoff hockey has started and I'm hoping that Detriot, New Jersey, or the Rangers end up at the Stanley Cup. I'm still going to marry Pavel Datsyuk, mark my words.

Last night, Andrew and the rest of 5/10 Romeo deployed last night/this morning and I took it a lot harder than I planned. There is no way to describe what it feels like knowing that your best friend and love is going to be gone for 10 months and won't be the same person when they come home. I thought that it would be easy hugging Andrew and walking away, but it's seeing all the other girlfriends and wives that ruined my tough girl image.

Carrie, a wife of one of Andrew's friends, had just gotten done saying goodbye to her husband. We all heard a whistle and it was him trying to get Carrie's attention. He had a minute more to talk to her. She ran over and I swear it was right out of the Notebook. There wasn't a dry eye after that.

I hope that no one else has to experience what I've felt the last 24 hours. I don't know where things will be when Andrew comes home and I don't know if I'm wasting these next ten months hoping things will work out.

The four words I'm hanging on to are the "I love you too" I got out of him when he was hugging me before he got on the bus.

That and that alone will keep me here for the next 10 months to a year just to see if we can make things happen again.. Cause to be honest..

I'll be damned if we weren't the most perfect couple you could have ever imagined.

Fiction Prompt

If I'm going to write anything other than that research paper, it's probably going to be a short story like Jackson or Kafka. It's not that I'm looking to write a twisted, crazy paper .. I just think that for me personally, it's easier to write about something that couldn't ever happen versus trying to write a poem about love or a play that I'd never want to act out.

I think writing a short story would be easier for me because I'm good at being creative. I sometimes have trouble making my ideas flow together, but when I wrote short stories in high school, I usually wound up with good grades.

I also think short stories are easier to write when you write about things you've sometimes dreamt about doing or have heard stories about something that inspired a creative vessel in your body.

I dunno. I just like short stories. That's my main reason.

:)

Graded Papers and Life in General

So I've learned that when you wrestle with pigs, you both get dirty and the pig likes it. I've been going on and off with a girl my boyfriend used to date because she's trying to get a rise out of me since he's on leave again. She's sent various messages over Myspace (by god, everyone treats that site like God's writing) and has tried to ruin a perfectly good relationship TWICE now.

It's been kind of fun having the last word, but I finally learned who I can trust and what to do when comments like that rise up. I finally realized that the person who really wins those kinds of fights are the people that can breathe through it and not get all heart broken about the fact that this chick is the EX girlfriend.

I know she couldn't walk across the street in my shoes .. And I'm the past, present, and future. Stressing over petty Myspace fights never gets anyone anywhere .. But having the last word is quite glorious.

Anyways, getting back to real important things .. I'm stoked about my paper grade. A B+ is rad. Definitely didn't know what to expect when I got it back, but I'm happy this paper turned out a litttttle bit better than the last.

So I hope everyone had a great weekend. School is almost over!

<3
-ld.

Southern Belle

I think this was the trippiest play I've ever read. I'm so confused about the relationship between the crippled son and mother. The son seems to have an actual issue physically, but the mother has one mentally. Who would say in front of the kid that they can't wait to be able to live on their own without the burden of their child?

The oldest son seemed a little off. I'm not sure if he was gay or just addicted to watching innappropriate movies at the theatre. He didn't seem at all interested in the girl, who turned out to be a lesbian. She seemed very nice, but all of the characters seemed to have issues upstairs. None of them were all there when they were speaking throughout the drama.

I hope they made a movie of this play because I'm throughly confused. I think that drama is better acted than written, like we've said in class before, because I can't think of how the characters would be portrayed just from the writing.

Hopefully the cripple finds a girl eventually .. I'd hate to have to spend my life living with a mother like his.

(Oh .. And the part about the door getting broken down was wonderful. MOM! JUST OPEN THE DOOR NEXT TIME!)

Almost the End.

So today has been decent thus far. I don't have anything to complain about or cry about yet, so I'm going with that's a better start to the day then not.

I found out the date of my boyfriend and his friend's deployment: April 15th. Definitely not ready for that to be here as fast as it's going to come, but that's one step further into this deployment being done. I found out also that they can't get extended while they're in Afghanistan. That is pretty exciting news. 10 months with Andrew tops. :) I know that he's still in a lot of danger none the less, but 10 months is better than 12. February of next year could go ahead and start working its way here.

But I can't stress on the days to come. Anyone who knows anything about the military knows that you have to take everything one step at a time, one day at a time. This is probably the most effort I've ever put into a relationship, but I know the outcome will be worth it either by me still being with him or by the lessons I have learned while we've been together.

The past 111 days of my life have been really eye opening. Going through a deployment together just as a couple is a really scary thing, especially for Andrew. I can only imagine what's going to be going through his head while I'm here at home doing my own thing. Just because they deploy doesn't mean life stops. I have a lot of respect for the relationship I'm in and I'm not planning on that changing. Regardless of the news we've gotten about this deployment and the way Andrew has changed since, my feelings haven't changed. I've been there since day 1 taking all the slack and stress that he could throw at me and I'm not planning on being uprooted anytime soon.

SO I'm hoping that this weekend works in my favor. He has three left, including this one .. But he will be home in New York as of the 2nd of next month for 5 days. I wish that I could say that I knew that everything was going to work out, but I guess that's why life is so exciting .. You never know exactly how it's going to turn out or where to go from there.

I guess this is the time where I decided to pick the road less travelled to see where the hell this all is going.

-ld.
<3

A Doll's House Character: Trait or Title?

If I had to pick anyone that I liked out of this play, I'd pick Krogstad. I don't want him as a friend, but you have to admit that this guy is smart. He wants to keep his job since his reputation is still ruined, so he is holding the loan he granted Nora above her head as blackmail to keep his job.

I don't exactly like what he stands for. He stands for blackmail, distrust, and being a disloyal person. I can appreciate the guy wanting to keep his job since he doesn't have any other options. If you think about it and you were in the same situation Krogstad was, I think anyone would have done what he did in blackmailing Nora. If I didn't have many options left to keeping a job, especially in an economy like ours, I'd do whatever it took to make sure that I kept my job.

I also am still trying to understand the relationship between Mrs. Linde and Krogstad. I think that could change one or two opinions about Krogstad, but I don't remember exactly what happens in the play since I read it in 10th grade.

-ld.

Meet the Parents

Let me tell you something. Meeting the parents of someone you love is probably the scariest thing you could ever do. Walking up and seeing how they treat their child, then here comes the little diddy-bop that's going to take them away for the rest of their life. Mom is always the one that cries and dad just stares at you like, "Really? That's what you're pulling? (Good job man.)"

I met my boyfriends parents this weekend and it has been a revitalizing experience. I've met parents before, but none of the other guys had really mattered and I couldn't see myself dating them for that long anyways. (Yea, that sounds a lot worse than I meant for it to, but whatever.) Andrew's mom is a little old lady from New York that eats you alive with her words and most definitely could back it up in a fight. Her husband is Andrew's now step-dad, Mark. He's a very quite, laid back individual that, when he gets a beer or two in him, opens up for the entire world to know. Both are very entertaining none the less, it was just interesting to see how they all acted together as a family.

On a side note, I haven't met the two sisters yet. I guess they are bigger determinates than the parents since Andrew is so close with the youngest. He is the oldest child of the family, but him and his 16-year-old sister have a bond like no other.

Anyways, meeting the parents is one of those experiences that you enjoy because it's over with, not because you had to go and do it in the first place. Hopefully everything went well in their eyes since I probably won't know till tomorrow how I did.

Aha.
I love how we're on scales now of how much the parents like us.

Hmm.
-LD