White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
you turn on Winston in the den
and I’m still asleep but I can hear the piano
when you make breakfast after 10
and I smell the coffee on your fingers
I still smell the perfume in the bed
the crushed linen roses on everything
and your still inside my head

you gotta make her know how it feels to miss you
let her know your swapping spit
you’re not the one with all the problems no no
she’s the one that’s full of shit

so just pick your head up boys and walk away
walk the coolest walk that you know
cause in a month or two she’ll call you
you gotta hang up the phone

Is it wrong of me to think this is funny?

Check out Postsecret if you don’t know what that picture is from.

I guess I just see relationships in the military as a lost cause for the most part. Sure, there are plenty that work, but a whole hell of a lot that don’t. Meh.

So, I go back Tuesday morning… I’m a little nervous, but mostly sad to be leaving my friends and family once again. I guess I should get used to leaving… but I really don’t want to. I haven’t accomplished everything I wanted to in my time at home, but I have done most of the things I wanted to. I got to see 90% of my friends I wanted to see, I went out with friends to a lot of our old hangouts… and I actually got way too drunk one night. As always there are mistakes and regrets, but I’m not too worried about that. I am really looking forward to getting to Monterey and starting over… I see it as a new challenge and, most of all, a new opportunity for me.

There’s a corner store and a girl I know.
Got a hundred yard stare that says she’s ready to go.
She’s checkin out mother while she’s checkin out me.
And I’m just the kind of guy she shouldn’t see.
‘Cause I’ve got tattooed arms and blue jean clothes,
And I’ve been to places where her friends won’t go.
As we walk down the road I stop and pull her close.
I look in her eyes and see a tear as it slides down her nose.
She shakes her head and I know the time is wrong,
’cause we’re trying to hold on to a love that has gone.
She grabs my arm as I turn to walk away,
but we both know that I can’t stay.

Well, I am sitting here at my old friend Justin’s place waiting for him to get ready for the night. I made it through Marine Corps Recruit Training, A.K.A. “Boot Camp” and graduated on the 31st of August, 3rd BN, Lima Co, Platoon 3245. I feel great about that accomplishment, and look forward to the next step in my training.

I have to report to the School Of Infantry at Camp Pendleton, California on the 11th to start Marine Combat Training. After that I go to my MOS school in Monterey, CA. It should be a great experience for me as I start my new life and my new career. I am going to miss my family and my friends but they all understand that I need to make something of myself and have a good life. I am spending all the time I can in the 10 days I have home with my family and my friends, but it will still end way too soon. I urge anyone who wants to hang out while I am in town to get in touch with me. If you don’t know how, just leave a comment and I will see what email address it came from… and I can give you my cell phone #. I will post up some pictures of how I look now because apparently I changed. I don’t see it but everyone else says I look different. Oh well.

Anyways, I will be adding more updates as time goes by. Probably one last update before I head back for training, then I’ll be able to update some info while I am at my MOS school. I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying life as I am. Be safe, and be happy.