Update
Okay, so Ian’s gone. Also, Ted’s dad died, which is really sad. I only met the guy once or twice, but Ted talked about him so often, he was like a super hero or something. It’s just sad on a whole other level. So part of my heart is off with the Foxes, morning their loss; the rest left on a jet plane to Great Lakes Illinois. True I’ve only been dating the fella for six months. But he was a damn good distraction. And when he got drunk he said such pretty things to me (please God don’t let him ever read my live journal.) He signed up for the Navy one week before I meet him, one week! Damn recruiters.
This is the way I’m seeing it. The Navy will teach him to clean, make beds, iron, fold laundry, and most importantly how to obey orders. So really I’m just sending him away for a couple of months so he can learn how to be a good house wife… right? Dad says I should just pick up another boy on Myspace. But I like the kid, damnit. Not half bad looking, loyal, and good in bed; I mean really what more can you ask for? Plus he loves me, and as much as I hate to say the word, I loves him too. This is not the easiest route though, boot camp, then A school, then God knows where he’ll be stationed. Shit.
Also, I need better hand writing, I finish a letter, and I can’t even read wtf I’ve written. AND I need his bloody address. I’m going to the recruiter’s office tomorrow to see if they have it yet. Today is day two, I think I’m doing fine. I’ve been reading message boards and I’m supposed to be crying my eyes out and eating gallons of Ben and Jerry’s… but I’m not. In fact I haven’t cried yet. I just feel anxious, and well alone. Okay I’m rambling… bed time. More later I’m sure, this thing wont be over for a while.