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!)