My grandpa is in the hospital. He's pretty sick. Actually, I don't think he's doing that bad considering his horrible life-style. He looks pretty bad. He tells me he likes to fake getting sick so the pretty nurses can give him sponge baths. I wouldn't put it past him!
The guy... you know... THAT one. He's called a few times and I don't know what to say. He says he loves me so I say it back even though I'm disgusted by him. It's my nature to be nice to people, even when I'm screaming in my head. I've even planned his murder a few times. I think "It's ok I wont see him again." But he's telling me he's going to Germany after I get there and I'm terrified. I guess he grew up there. He's an Army brat apparently. So from that point I stop answering my calls. Enough of this though.
My mom took me to see Ray and Mary. They've been pretty influential people in my life. It was always like having a 3rd set of grandparents.
Eric's gonna take me to see our other friends later. I kinda just wanna chill out at home with my parents. I only have 3 weeks left.
I have some orders. I've been assigned a sponsor from the unit I'm going to be in. His name is SPC Eric Evans. I'm a little nervous. I hear permanent duty stations are way more relaxed. I guess I'm mostly nervous about being in a foreign country. What am I supposed to do when I land? With this SPC Evans be there with a sign? Will he yell at me? Will he show me around? Am I going to learn the language? I'm excited!
Bummer 'bout your gramps. :( Were you close?
ReplyDeleteFooey on the bad dudey. Hahah. Doody. Heh.
25 lbs of pure muscle! WOOT. They dun call you Hawtty for nothing, eh? =D
Yay for Ducky!
Isn't it strange what happens to our friends sometimes, the way they change? = Hope she's well.
Enter: ERIC!!!! I love it!