Summary of this week

I just watched my best friend go through a break up that probably should have never happened but I guess people think differently than me. This whole week he was in a state of "what the fuck just happened?" while trying to get back into the groove after a long spring break for him. While this goes on I have to relive harsh memories of a similar time to provide comfort for my bro. And even in the midst of all this I wonder to myself if I really want to start another relationship at all. I'll admit it, I'm scared. I don't want to get hurt again. Seeing my happy-go-lucky friend get turned into a heap of depressed emotions is, to say the least, fucked up. I just don't know if it's worth it anymore.

The two positives of this week my sophomore mentor and I won Honor Cadets of the month and then I got girl scout cookies. The inner fat kid lives on.

Rediscovered Love

It seems like every year I fall in love with college basketball at about the same time. I could care less what happens November-February but as soon as March comes around it becomes an obsession. My bracket always sucks but I'll take 32 close, last second shot winning games over a perfect bracket any day. I'm pretty sure that the only thing to make my 4 hour straight March Madness marathon better is if Mila Kunis decided to come over in her sweats and watch this game with me and then make us both sandwiches. Sexist, I know, but she's my future wife and I'm hungry so it's okay. Turkey & Swiss + March Madness + Mila = a pretty damn good day. Oh well, maybe next year.

Who are you?

Not a lot has happened this week since I've been in Boise. I've gone bowling, sat on my ass at "home", went to C of I to visit some friends (It's ironic that you guys are the only ones who read this). The reason I put home in quotes is because I don't really feel like I'm at home. My little dorm room up in Moscow has become my home. So much has changed since I left during the summer. It seems like some of the people I thought would be my friends for a lifetime have taken a different fork in the road than I. In fact some of them scoff or roll their eyes at the decisions that I've made in my life. I got asked yesterday why I do ROTC. My reasons don't have to make sense to you, they don't have to be good enough for you so you can shove your scoffs and eye rolls up your ass. My answer to the question by the way: It's my dream to become a pilot, being an officer in any branch of the military is one of the most prestigious and honorable things a person can do in the world. I'll be putting my life on the line so that you can live your life however the fuck you want. I didn't say it when I got asked even though I should have. It's what I believe and why I put myself through every challenge on a daily basis. I'm glad that the people in Moscow understand why I do it. Though they may not completely agree, they still support me 100% like good friends should. It's who I am now, understand it, accept it because I'm not changing. Moscow, Phi Delt, I'll be home soon.

Alarm went off months ago,
Why didn't I wake up?
Why didn't I realize?
Hope there's still time.
Pray for the Divine.
Forgive my mistakes,
Make me wiser.
Push it all behind
take off, fly, zoom.
Peace.

This week

Other than the nap I'm going to to take every single day, this week sucks. All the people I wanted to hang out with are still in school. I should have just stayed in my freaking dorm. What makes it so much harder is the absence of Facebook. I have to find something else to keep me busy during my 10 hours of alone time. I guess I'll be playing a lot of Black Ops unless someone comes and decides to save me (very unlikely). Moscow despite your multi-polar weather you are missed.

I've got 10 minutes.

Here's my two songs for the time being.

Wonderful by Everclear

Crystal Baller by Third Eye Blind

It's a trap!

This post is just straight up giving props to George Lucas for creating the best series of movies this world has ever seen. I would literally do anything to live in the world of Star Wars. We just got done watching Return of the Jedi in our hall. While watching the movie I decided that I want a pet Ewok. Just in case you don't know what they are I'm adding a picture.

Tell me this little mother fucker isn't the cutest thing you've ever seen. Not only that but it makes the empire it's bitch all day erryday. Thank you George Lucas for creating Star Wars. My life would be dull without it.



I need a doctor.

Or for the next 5 days to be over. I'm tired of stressing. This morning I woke up at 4 and my first thought was I didn't do any Spanish this weekend. From that point on, there was no more sleeping. I can't wait to go home. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed without fear of dying from a 10 foot fall. I can't wait to take long hot showers with a shower head that actually works and not have to wear flip flops. I can't wait to eat all of my Dad's good home cooked, covered in all that southern goodness food with my family. I can't wait to ball it up with some of my bros even though I'm no longer Blurple and none of us are any good. I miss the Bros, and the Hoes too I guess. I just can't wait to be home and to not think about stuff that should never even cross my mind in the first place.

"I'm about to lose my mind, you've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time."

On a side note though: I love formal Mondays and today I look fly as hell. Blues tomorrow, at least I'll look good this week. "Mmmmhmm you know that's right."