Disjointed
Just so we're clear, I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now, so instead of writing an entry all at once right now and posting it, I'm going to just leave this up and type in it randomly when I need a break from the paper (which is every couple of minutes it seems like.) So if this ends up being disjointed and weird, that's why.
The weekend was not bad, not as bad as I feared but I got a lot less done than I wanted and planned to do. The whole anniversary thing wasn't all that bad... Thursday and Friday I was pretty panicky, had lots of tension and panic attacks, but Saturday I leveled out and wasn't upset when I went with my mom to the grave and to dinner.
But the weekend was good mostly thanks to Jeremy-- Jeremy is my roommate Brian's best friend, and a friend of mine (we all went to school together; we've known each other since about 7th grade, 6th for them!) He is an active Marine and just got out of Iraq and visited for the weekend. That was awesome- especially because Jeremy used to be really bitter and sarcastic, and now he seemed happy, relaxed, more at ease with himself. I think the Marines have been really good for him. I gotta say, personally, I'm always really intimidated and impressed by Marines-- they're just so much more hardcore than all the others. He and Wudi spent quite awhile talking about the military, basic, stuff like that this weekend. I listened to a lot of it, and I discovered several things, some having to do with the military and some not. One thing I caught for sure, though, is that our troops are just not paid NEARLY enough. And did you know that housing and meal plan and stuff is taken out of a soldier's pay? What the fuck? They should be providing that AND paying MORE than they are now. Where is all of our tax money going? It really pisses me off that Bush can spend billions on a war that few support, making our deficit ridiculously huge, and still our troops aren't paid enough. I just don't want to live in a country that pays basketball players millions and our troops and teachers next to nothing.
Anyway.
I didn't do this as much as I thought I would, and now it's nine o'clock at night. I have about half of my paper done, although that's scaring me a little as now I'm afraid I have too much to say, while at the same time I'm not sure that I know what I'm saying at all anyway. Which made no sense, but makes sense to me.
It's 11:23 now and I have over four pages done, and the rest will hopefully go fast now that I'm on the right track and over halfway finished. I've just going to give up and post this, and later on I'll post when I can concentrate and write about the weekend and all the stuff I wanted to say (or end up wanting to say once I get started.)
The weekend was not bad, not as bad as I feared but I got a lot less done than I wanted and planned to do. The whole anniversary thing wasn't all that bad... Thursday and Friday I was pretty panicky, had lots of tension and panic attacks, but Saturday I leveled out and wasn't upset when I went with my mom to the grave and to dinner.
But the weekend was good mostly thanks to Jeremy-- Jeremy is my roommate Brian's best friend, and a friend of mine (we all went to school together; we've known each other since about 7th grade, 6th for them!) He is an active Marine and just got out of Iraq and visited for the weekend. That was awesome- especially because Jeremy used to be really bitter and sarcastic, and now he seemed happy, relaxed, more at ease with himself. I think the Marines have been really good for him. I gotta say, personally, I'm always really intimidated and impressed by Marines-- they're just so much more hardcore than all the others. He and Wudi spent quite awhile talking about the military, basic, stuff like that this weekend. I listened to a lot of it, and I discovered several things, some having to do with the military and some not. One thing I caught for sure, though, is that our troops are just not paid NEARLY enough. And did you know that housing and meal plan and stuff is taken out of a soldier's pay? What the fuck? They should be providing that AND paying MORE than they are now. Where is all of our tax money going? It really pisses me off that Bush can spend billions on a war that few support, making our deficit ridiculously huge, and still our troops aren't paid enough. I just don't want to live in a country that pays basketball players millions and our troops and teachers next to nothing.
Anyway.
I didn't do this as much as I thought I would, and now it's nine o'clock at night. I have about half of my paper done, although that's scaring me a little as now I'm afraid I have too much to say, while at the same time I'm not sure that I know what I'm saying at all anyway. Which made no sense, but makes sense to me.
It's 11:23 now and I have over four pages done, and the rest will hopefully go fast now that I'm on the right track and over halfway finished. I've just going to give up and post this, and later on I'll post when I can concentrate and write about the weekend and all the stuff I wanted to say (or end up wanting to say once I get started.)