Graduation Report

Published 12.10.03 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

This post is definately overdue. I wish I could have been writing it on the way back from graduation, because, I was composing one in my head, which was quite eloquent.
Wednesday after class (which was awful, I couldn't concentrate I was so excited) we left for Jared's graduation. A whole bunch of us. I was convinced the ride was going to be awful, but it turned out to be really fun. Everything seemed terribly hysterical and witty since we were all sleep-deprived and in desperate need of entertainment since Laura had forgotten the power cord to her laptop/DVD player.

Going anywhere in a carvan with the Perdue's is destined to be interesting... and slow. I swear, the way there we were going 5 miles under the speed limit. Argh! How annoying is that?
Parris Island was very cool. Sadly, I did not come back with a hot marine on my arm as I had hoped... =) Alas, Jared is taken.

Speaking of Jared, I was so very glad to see him, I almost cried. Seeing him reminded me of just how much I love him, and how much I missed him. He has changed, SO MUCH! And definately for the better. He has changed in ways that I thought would take YEARS! And it all happened in thirteen weeks. He is going to make a really good Marine, he is commited, dedicated, loyal, and a leader. I could go on for awhile about him, but I will summarize by saying, I am so glad to see him, and when he leaves again I am going to miss him twice as much.

The ride back wasn't all that bad, we were pretty cramped, and I caught Joy's cold, as well as a fever and my back hurt like crazy, but I made it out alive. But just barely...

I have a HUGE test Monday for which I feel completely unprepared, so please pray. I should post more interesting stories from the trip soon, but I have to run.

This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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