Honorable Service?

What does it mean to have honorably served our country? I'm not being sarcastic, I really wanna know! I met a guy today in the Inkwell club and he was going on about PTSD and counseling and being scared of finding out whom he really is and if he can handle himself. He mentioned soldiers commiting suicide and his disabilities or injuries and recounted a few stories about children with guns and grenades...but that he wouldn't take away a minute of it. He voluntarily enlisted and would do it again. He was so proud!
Am I missing something? Last time I checked suicide, ptsd, and being chased through the sand by a 7 yr old with an AK-47 didn't sound like the poster child of a good time. So yeah I need to hear that missing piece, I need to hear what about all of that made you feel worthy of pride and honor. Where was the good? What did you do for our country? Better yet what did you do for their country? Simply following orders? Avenging the death of those murdered on 9/11 by murdering others?
I don't get it...
I called my friend Ashley, she went to West Point and she told me the most worthwhile moment was when her team sheltered a group of small Afghanistanian children to their school, because the route was riddled with bullets... I thought, "Hey that's pretty amazing, you gave those children an opportunity to education in an area where the walk was the hardest part of getting the grade."

So solders, when you speak of your service, why don't you enlighten us citizens of what you are proud of. Because from where I'm standing, war just sounds like families losing families. But that can't be true.

Sigh of Relief

My nutrition teacher, whom also happens to be Nickala's mom..small world, assigned us a 10 day nutrition journal. A tool to help students learn about their specific diet and what changes cold be made about our diets using the info she teaches in our class. I think the most relieving thing about this strange family connection/coincidence, is that I now know a little more about my teacher's lifestyle and that she probably won't be as judgmental about my vegetarian lifestyle as I had originally feared.
Not that Mrs.Moody seemed judgmental...actually she is very kind and humorous and empathetic. But the Midwest is a different culture, as I have mentioned before, and I was really worried some of my instructors would be weary if they discovered through various assignments or discussions that I am relatively an oddball here in MN/ND.
But my teacher has visited the Amazon! ...and her daughter is alot like me. So...maybe this journal won't be so nerve racking after all. :)

Lose. Lose.

I can't fight you, if you don't want to win. And dear with so much at stake, can you afford to be so passive?
Cutting our things into halves, like perforated memories. Meanwhile I am jabbing a knife to a place that, I didn't know could hurt you. But it will hurt you, too. I promise.

Broke As They Come...

They say money is the root of all evil...so you wanna give me yours?

I am trying to sell my vacuum, my A/C, my exercise bike, my books, my spare room...anything for some cash.

I just can't keep up with these health bills.

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Eat.Sleep.Shit.

Hours come in large splatters across the calendars,

White spaces in between are meant for us,

But you are always gone and far from coming.

Replacement fog drifts in the fill between,

A dream from the dreamer's blank screen,

A hope to pass the time from humming things.

Keep faith someday he will return to bring,

Keep faith the halting line will someday ring,

Keep faith knowing faith is burdening the being.

Am I Crazy Or...

Does Helen Hunt and Jodie Foster look IDENTICAL?

Ready To Run...

I really wanna go home.
My mom is visiting this week...which is nice but it still just reminds me of what I'm missing, by being here in North Dakota.
I think it is time to transfer to a new university.

On the plus side, I got a new fridge!