Wearing a shirt, clinging to my soldier.

Archive for September, 2010

A Dream

Do you realize that I want to be so much? I want to be everything. I want to be anything. I want to fly. I want to crash. I want to exist. I want to disappear. And you make me feel my best when I think I can only feel my worst.

I want to pick a pen up and come up with something to express how I feel but can’t find this perfect rhyme and reason behind it. I want to  draw out my feelings but no color is soft enough to capture it. And if I was to try and sing or dance it, my movements would be too bulky and my voice wouldn’t do it justice.

Relax; Attack of the 80’s

(Owl City – Tidal Wave)

Ordered more stuff today. I’m excited. (Can you tell?) Anyways my phone screwed up last night and posted to previous post to Facebook. CRAP! I love this blog, but I’m not comfortable with my family knowing how… Invested I am.

Ooo! My blood is tinging forest green. Why? Because I bought green stuff today. No reason. AT ALL! Yeah, cargo shorts and a tank. Oh and a white shirt but thats neither here nor there.

So I’m outside, on the porch, in friggin’ 84 degree weather at 2020…. This is WRONG!

I mean its FALL! Leaves changing, fleece jackets, apple cider. No. FREAKING 93 DEGREES TODAY!


Seriously. Kabul is colder than us. High of 76, low of 52. And yeah, compared to my hometown. High of 93, low of 71.

Yappy dog barking. Can I squish it?



Got. To. BUY!


The “Play List of Current Songs”

  1. “Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad” – Blessthefall
  2. “Nevada’s Grace” – Atreyu
  3. “Na Na Na (Na Na Na)” – My Chemical Romance
  4. “21 Guns” – Green Day
  5. “Like Its Her Birthday” – Good Charlotte
  6. “Helena” – My Chemical Romance Piano Tribute
  7. “Viva La Gloria?” – Green Day

and I’m lazy, so I’m done.

Tomorrow is here.

Tomorrow has come.
The training is done.
Shoulder your weapon soldier,
Here’s your marching order.

Give her the words and tell her to be strong.
Give her the kisses and support she pleads for.
Watch those beautiful eyes fill with tears.
Watch her heart shatter.

Say the words she can’t think of.
Rub the shoulders that will forge their way to you.
Army strong wife. Army strong girlfriend.

Which am I, my love?
Who am I becoming?
For the oceans wide and I felt foreboding.

This morning I put a heart over Indiana,
And one over The Middle East.
I wrote “half of my heart is here”
And felt like it was a million years away.

You won’t spend valentines day with me.

You won’t watch my senior concert in person.

You won’t go to prom with me.

You won’t see me graduate.

Our one year will be spent 7,000+ miles apart.

I’ll start college alone.

I’ll be alone.


God… Protect him. Please. I’m begging you.


I’d like to give my congratulations to my brother and his pack. I had no idea that he had claimed his mate in the human way, so I am offering my acceptance of her publicly on this medium. And if you ever need any help (like babysitting future pups while you’re at your *cough cough* betas. I will)


Sabers raised high, a bride and groom run through. The last sabers cross in front of them and they kiss before the Sergeants hand lands on her ass. “WELCOME TO THE ARMY!” He bellows as the bells ring.

Welcome to enlistment, fellow MWIT.


You jerk.

You didn’t even tell me you were swearing in this morning.

I don’t care how much you’re gonna be proud of yourself.

I’m still kicking your ass.


Remember all those times we talked about love?

Here’s a chance. So take it.

I don’t care about how it seems like stepping off a cliff; just don’t look at the ground.

You’ll be fine.

Remember, if its not fine, its not the end.