I adopted a marine.

And I wrote to him in Iraq. And now he's coming back. And he wants me to go to the Marine Corps Ball with him. And I said yes.

Fuuuuuuuuck.

What have I gotten myself in to? I was just trying to be a good American. I GUESS I shouldn't have said yes but I HATE letting people down.

I guess I have to find a dress.

Love is A battlefield. No, I'm Serious.

What is it? A feeling? An emotional connection? Sexual desire? Maybe I should preface this with the admition that I may have consumed a bottle of wine already and am sitting on my sofa with my two good friends. One is married, one is in a relationship and I....well I have a dog. We're talking about looooove. I will change their names to protect their privacy because I'm considerate like that. Aren't you impressed with my internet smarts?
I know you are.
Is there one person on the planet destined to be the person for me? OR...Are there several people who could fill the void? I don't know.Cleo thinks no but Mash things yes. I think I've been in love before. There were five years of my life dedicated to the adoration of a single soul, but now....Frankly, I don't care where he is or what he is doing. In fact, hopefully he is living in hippie commune planting corn.Does that mean that I never loved him? Viewing the situation through the lense of the pre-Socratic philosopher Parmenidies: because I adored him in the past does that void all of those feelings that I do not have presently? Love is something that occurs in the "present" and therefore cannot be understood unless one is actually experiencing "it". How do you define it? Can you? I want answers,people.
Oh, and Cleo and Mash sat "Hello".

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Sometimes, things are running along so smoothly that you cannot help but think "wow, I'm actually doing ok right now" and you might as well walk onto a stage and scream "Macbeth" at the top of your lungs. It is a known fact that before you know it, the bottom will fall out and you will be left standing in the freezing rain wearing your favorite pants that cannot be exposed to water.

Oh, and those pants? They will be ruined and you will cry.

And then you with think "fuck". And you will drink. A Lot. Even for you.

School is piling up and I feel really guilty about missing this one class that I don't particularly care for and my friends mom died and I am sad. Welcome to depression station, all aboard!

Hello Internet!
Welcome to my blog. Wow, I have a blog. I am fired up about my blog. I am the one in the green dress. My friends are all good looking.

So, I live in the south with my very small, very feisty dog. His name is Moe. I am a senior in college and hopefully I will be off to study law in the fall. Or maybe I'll be de-worming orphans in Somalia with the peace corps. Whichever.

I have a very large, very vocal family that lives alarmingly close to me. My hobbies include retreating to my house and studying for ridiculously long periods of time, shopping, drinking heavily, complaining about the weather and crying at inopportune times. These are not the most important things about me but I guess you gotta start somewhere.

I will either update frequently or not. My next entry will be very long and detailed. Get excited.