it's from switzerland...
Monday, September 27, 2010 / 9:30 PM
The waiting always got to me.
See... as soon as he made himself expendable, the military saw fit to send him wherever the hell it saw fit at whatever time it saw fit. I was there for almost a year and a half and added up it equaled to spending a year by myself while he was out training, in Iraq, in bootcamp, tech school or weapons camp. The waiting always made me antsy and angry. Just what exactly was I doing there by myself half the freaking time?
It all vanished when he came home... even if it was just for a few weeks.
LR is doing okay. She had been knocked out all last week - it made me a little scared after the third day she didn't wake up - from her treatments. It gets tougher each time I see her. You'd think it'd get easier... no. I see her becoming stronger in one area but she becomes weaker in another.
My stepbrother went home today. He's not that bad. During the BBQ and when I wasn't grilling, we were playing futbol with a few of my other cousins (I was barefoot... me, the genius) and Coraline was there!
Today was cool.
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt
