So this wartime exercise I'm doing to graduate requires a non-disclosure agreement to participate in.
As in: We're in a top secret facility and I'm not allowed to discuss anything we do.
CRAZY.
Sometimes life just takes me by suprise.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (!)

Oh my.
This is hard and scary.
Please think of me this week,
ah. 

Operation LONESTARRRRRR!!

...This means I graduate soon.

Also:
Amazing amazing

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Oh I miss the smell of fallllll.
Texas is just stinky.
Really.
Nowhere smells as bad.
Even Tacoma.
But, I do love the sky.
This place has the most beautiful skies in the world.
Srsly.
<3

T minus one week until the big 20!
Woo!

Oh love.
My my. 

Content.
I am content.
ahh. 

I know this may not be typical of all situations in which I will find myself,
but the men with whom I work do not take me seriously.
I hate it.
They placate me, and treat me like a little girl who doesn't know what she's talking about.
It's because I'm young, I'm female, and I'm new to the miltary.
All the men in my class treat things that I say as if ( Read more... )

So far the Air Force has been an amazing experience, 
and I'm not even operational yet.
I can only imagine it getting better. 
England, then a follow on tour in Italy, with deployments to Africa in between?
Too awesome for words.
Plus my job is amazing.
Plus the people I've met are amazing.
Plus him.
Ta da. 
But it does get to me sometimes. 

I'm real confused.

This place is getting to me.

My heart hurts,
my head hurts.
My stomach hurts,
because of my head and my heart.
Gah.

One more month and I'm dooooone.
(knock on wood)
This school is waaay too long.

Then there was England.
a woo!