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I really need to be writing this when I have a little more time, but I found myself on here and haven't written since NOVEMBER, so I need at least a brief update, because I'm in a much different place than I was in November. I won't say this will be the end to the Lesley entries, but it ought to be damn near close. It took me a year to realize ( Read more... ) -
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Yes, the military changes you, but most of all it brings you closer to people you love. There are long separations, uncertain schedules, and so many sad goodbyes-lots of reasons to cry together and to laugh at yourself. You’re reminded every day of what you have, and what you have to lose. If only everyone were so lucky.
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She never could make a decision, so I made one. I told her to leave me alone unless she's willing to do whatever it takes to rebuild what we had. She's got friends she fits in with that I never have...and never will. A boyfriend who apparently says she's everything he ever wanted. She's going to college and doesn't seem to like the idea of ( Read more... ) -
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So, I go back in 10 days. I can count on two hands the number of days I have left at home. My love life is a wreck, I feel like I wasted all summer trying to fix it and just like always, I'm going back wishing I'd done more with mom, dad, Parker, Graydon, and all my buddies. As far as the friends go, they all are busy with their own lives, so I ( Read more... ) -
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LOL. Ok, so I saw her at the game. She calls at like 11, and says, "I saw you, I just didn't know if I should say hello." I said, "Ok. Is that all you called for?" She said wow. She wound up talking about how not talking to me was weird. Through a long conversation, I said a lot of stuff, she said she regrets spending OUR summer with someone ( Read more... ) -
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So, Lesley and I aren't talking anymore. She told me she never reads this thing so I'm going to write here. It only feels better when I say or type the words in my head. It's all a big jumble and hard to communicate ( Read more... ) -
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Just a small note of accomplishment - Hell Week diagnostic PT Test was 44, 61, and 15:29. This morning, off two hours sleep with a really hurt leg, I did 58, 78 (the max), and ran a 15:50 (barely passing). This means no more PT in the AM for me! -
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I feel like my weekend slipped through my fingers. What did I do? Friday I ate and did stuff I didn't want to. Saturday I did errands all day, and I did enjoy time w/ mom and dad, but there was no relax time. Today I woke up @ 2:00, and most of the day is wasted. I have to go to Mass @ 6:30, which I am NOT looking forward to, since I'm not a ( Read more... ) -
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Let me tell you, I am fully engaged in the Fourth Class System. "I", "Me", "Us", and "We", are no longer part of my vocabulary. We are all now Cadet Recruits. I put my fork down on my knife when chewing. Everything comes in a sir sandwich "sir, yes, sir"! I am losing my voice. All of the cadre pronounce my name wrong. The drill isn't ( Read more... ) -
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So, it's really set in that my life changes Saturday. I'm going to be scared of doing something wrong every second of my existence, and I'm not going to be able to talk to my girlfriend that I have talked to every single day for the past 10 months (10 today!). I'm going to miss her a lot, and that too is really setting in ( Read more... )