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Ok so, it's been a while. Went to Mexico with Nina and we were tanked pretty much 90% of the time. We sat by the pool drinking daquiri's all day, and it was super fun, most of the time. I've got pictures posted on facebook if you haven't found them already. Um, so I can't really believe that Thanksgiving is over. That hasn't really sunk in yet. Its so weird how time kind of just passes when you're not basing your time around classes and homework and exams. Being out of school is still weird for me, and its almost december. I know.
Apart from wondering how the fuck its already december, that's kind of exciting at the same time. That means that Michael comes home in less than seven weeks. It was seven weeks from Thanksgiving exactly. On the one hand, I'm wicked excited because I miss him more than I ever thought it was possible to miss anyone, but on the other hand, six and a half weeks is still such a long time, seriously, he's been gone for six and a half weeks, so really he's only halfway through boot camp. If I'm missing him this much now, what the hell am I gonna be like in three weeks? A complete asshole, that's what. If you've ever been around me when I had to get shit done before 8am, you absolutely know how I'll be in a few weeks.
I had been doing really well, but ever since I got back from vacation I've just really been missing him. And it definitely didn't help that I could've talked to him on Thanksgiving. He called me, and I was fucking sleeping and didn't answer my phone. I miss him so much that it hurts, and I'm so sick of writing fucking letters and not being able to talk to or see him, and I could've fucking talked to him. I'm so angry at myself for not answering you don't even know. I just miss him so much, and I hate that he's not here, and I hate that he's not going to be here for a while, and that when I finally do get to see him it's only for like a week, and then he's gone again. Its just going to be four years of coming and going, and it sucks. Are you wondering why I don't just break out my old tricks and ditch him? Because I fucking love him, that's why. Because I met Stupid Michael (that's how my mom affectionately refers to him) and he was freaking wonderful to me, and so I fell in love with him. And as much as I hate this, I can't imagine not being with him either. That would definitely be worse, and that's definitely scary, especially for me.
I understand that I've been kind of shitty in the past, and that karma has every right to kick me in the ass, but seriously, I don't think I really deserved this much of an ass kicking. Heh, thanks for coming to my cry party.
Apart from wondering how the fuck its already december, that's kind of exciting at the same time. That means that Michael comes home in less than seven weeks. It was seven weeks from Thanksgiving exactly. On the one hand, I'm wicked excited because I miss him more than I ever thought it was possible to miss anyone, but on the other hand, six and a half weeks is still such a long time, seriously, he's been gone for six and a half weeks, so really he's only halfway through boot camp. If I'm missing him this much now, what the hell am I gonna be like in three weeks? A complete asshole, that's what. If you've ever been around me when I had to get shit done before 8am, you absolutely know how I'll be in a few weeks.
I had been doing really well, but ever since I got back from vacation I've just really been missing him. And it definitely didn't help that I could've talked to him on Thanksgiving. He called me, and I was fucking sleeping and didn't answer my phone. I miss him so much that it hurts, and I'm so sick of writing fucking letters and not being able to talk to or see him, and I could've fucking talked to him. I'm so angry at myself for not answering you don't even know. I just miss him so much, and I hate that he's not here, and I hate that he's not going to be here for a while, and that when I finally do get to see him it's only for like a week, and then he's gone again. Its just going to be four years of coming and going, and it sucks. Are you wondering why I don't just break out my old tricks and ditch him? Because I fucking love him, that's why. Because I met Stupid Michael (that's how my mom affectionately refers to him) and he was freaking wonderful to me, and so I fell in love with him. And as much as I hate this, I can't imagine not being with him either. That would definitely be worse, and that's definitely scary, especially for me.
I understand that I've been kind of shitty in the past, and that karma has every right to kick me in the ass, but seriously, I don't think I really deserved this much of an ass kicking. Heh, thanks for coming to my cry party.