What an appropriate question. Where is my mind? I feel like I have been losing it this past week. With less than three or four weeks of school left, I feel as though I'm scrambling to get everything together. But I guess everyone is feeling that lately. Oh well.
In order to relieve some of this stress that is bubbling and boiling up inside of me, I have given myself a project. For those of you that know me, or know me well, you know that there is a very special person in my life named Jon Macpherson. We aren't dating, never have dated, and never will. We are just the best of friends and it works splendidly. I even got his nickname "Ska Kid" tattooed on the inside of my lip. Why? Because his name is always on my lips. I talk about him all the time! There is a special place in my heart, just for him. But getting to my point...
Jon is in the air force, stationed at Dyess AFB, Texas. Soooo far away. But planes fix that problem. I visited him over the summer and it was the best weekend I have ever had away from home. Jon has also been down lately. He recently experienced a loss of a friend. The kind of loss the air force warns you about, but you never really prepared yourself for. Learning to deal is coming slowly. So I have made it my personal duty to make him feel better! He'll find out what it is when he gets it in the mail. I would write everything about it here, but I'm worried that he may read this thing just by chance and then the surprise will be completely ruined. And I would be pissed. I hate ruined surprises.
So that's what I've been doing today. And I have had a smile on my face the entire time! Just imagining his reaction and happiness when he gets this thing just fills my heart up with such, I don't know, warmth.
Stephanie always compares Jon to being my boyfriend of sorts. Saying that I worry about him the way she worries about her boyfriend. And I do worry about him. I feel like I have to protect him. But that's pretty hard to do when you're 1,710 miles away. But I do the best I can. OH! I included a picture of Jon from a while ago when in one of my previous blogs. Saying "NJ or bust" because, you know, I want him to come home.
45 days. 45 days til he gets deployed. Be sure I'll be checking my e-mail every damn day he's gone.
So in other news, I'm sitting on the floor of my room typing this thing, taking a break from previous crafts, waiting for my friend to call me asking to pick her up from the bar. It's our friend's 21st birthday today. Even though I'm the oldest in my small group of girl friends, they get into the bars because of their fake ID's. I'll just wait til I'm legally 21 and sell them out, haha. But probably not.
Always Sunny in Philadelphia season finale tomorrow. Watch. It's gonna be good.
p.s.- what the fux is this twilight shit?
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