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I survived the move back to Brookings! Yay! I was home for a week and then left for five days to go to Colorado to watch one of my best friends graduate...from the Air Force Academy. I got to see Donald Rumsfeld speak. I was up in the nosebleed section of the football stadium so the whole time he was talking all I could think was 'I want nachos...and a hot dog.' I'm pretty sure all he said was "Blah blah blah freedom blah blah terrorism blah B1 bomber blah blah you're the future make good choices blah blah taliban blah blah." I'm sure there was more in there but I didn't pay attention. I just tried not to talk so Air Force parents wouldn't kill me. Then there was a Thunderbirds show. It had a montage of kick-ass jet music which contained "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by the Scorpions. Sarah and I immediately assumed the "Stewart Rock & Roll" pose which consists of one fist in front of our mouth like a microphone and the other arm held straight out from the body with the fist, palm up, just above the level of the head. Then the mouth is wide open and the rest of the face contorted in rage. It should really be demonstrated in person. My conclusions from the festivities are as follows:
1. Most guys in uniform are HOTT.
2. I want to marry a fighter pilot.
3. My graduation ceremony won't be even half as cool as USAFA unless Richard Dean Anderson comes to speak. Or that girl that won America's Next Top Model.
Now I'm back in Brookings working a job I both love and somewhat dislike. It's weird. I'm hanging out with friends a lot. And I'm rocking out.
Woops, my rocking out has distracted me and I think I overcooked the rice for dinner. Hopefully the cheese will cover up that. O, au gratin, the non-chef's best friend.
1. Most guys in uniform are HOTT.
2. I want to marry a fighter pilot.
3. My graduation ceremony won't be even half as cool as USAFA unless Richard Dean Anderson comes to speak. Or that girl that won America's Next Top Model.
Now I'm back in Brookings working a job I both love and somewhat dislike. It's weird. I'm hanging out with friends a lot. And I'm rocking out.
Woops, my rocking out has distracted me and I think I overcooked the rice for dinner. Hopefully the cheese will cover up that. O, au gratin, the non-chef's best friend.