I go up to my room,

Good morning. It is much later than I anticipated writing, but that's all right. I took some of the morning to do things that I needed/wanted to do. Since I got up at 7am, I had plenty of time to relax before starting the day. Clark called at 6:45 this morning just to check in and let me know what they're doing. When he called he woke up Luna (who was sleeping in his spot) and Coconut (who was sleeping by or on my head all night) and so that was that. They decided it was time to get up and have breakfast and all that jazz, so I gave in and slowly but surely started my morning.

As I was texting Clark a little earlier, he asked me to retract what I had said in my last blog about the "hard stuff." Apparently he just complains to make himself look ever more impressive to me, which I suppose makes sense. So, Clark loves going and playing Marine-- he just pretends he doesn't want to do things like the PFT and the gas chamber so I'll be impressed when he does it and does it well. Ah, boys.

Well, last night I didn't sleep very well. I didn't go to bed until somewhere betwee 11pm and 12am, but I didn't fall asleep until somewhere between 1am and 2am... and then I kept waking up every hour or so. Isn't is supposed to get easier each time he goes away? I mean, I have a lifetime of this... you would think this would be a good introduction/practice run for deployments and things like that. Well, it's not. Everytime he goes I sleep less and less. Hopefully that will change. Before bed I watched a movie, did my nails, read some for school, surfed the web, and did just about anything I could think of to make me sleepy. It didn't really work. I still didn't sleep well or fall asleep easily at all.

Coconut is not doing well, either. I do not think his shot worked this time because he has yet to cease scratching, and at this point I think it's been over two weeks. I intend on making him an appointment to see what can be done, but please say a prayer for him. It seems silly, I know, to pray for a cat... but he is so miserable I just don't know what to do. He's not eating much again, either, and that's not a good sign...

Today I need to do the rest of that homework I've been avoiding. I'm kind of annoyed about the lab work because I have a partner, but because I have the sheet I have to do the actual homework for it. Not cool at all. Well, if I do something wrong I hope she won't blame me. I'm not very up to the challenge when it comes to Biology nonsense. I also have to work on my poetry anthology and adolescent lit project and reading for adolescent lit. I got up yesterday morning and finished my RD for my Spanish composition, so that's taken care of. I just want to get through these next two weeks or so and be done with this semester. The end of this semester means I'm one year closer to graduation ;-). Well, one year away, really.

Thus far in my poetry anothology I have: The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere and The Wreck of the Hesperus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, If and Soldier, Soldier by Rudyard Kipling, O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman, and The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost... but I still need 14 more poems! This is more difficult than I imagined. I do intend on diving in to more Frost and possible looking at Poe and Shakespeare, and maybe even Keats, Browning, and Dickinson... but this is a lot tougher than I imagined it to be. In high school I was so enthralled with poetry and now I find that I've lost so many that I loved. Perhaps Thoreau as well, and maybe I can even look at others.... but... we shall see. I feel as though I should have kept up with reading poetry moreso than I did. Suddenly I find myself disappointed in my lack of knowledge. I can't even quote any of the ones I use to be able to anymore :-(.

Well, my friends, the morning is drawing to a close and I have lots to do. Wednesday when I came home from school Clark had the house straigtened, laundry done, and dinner cooked. I must say I was impressed... but now I'm motivated to out-do him. How awful is that?

*Add on 12:52pm*

Clark called a little while ago to check in and update me on what's going on there. Apparently his sergeants didn't like that he didn't have a haircut, so they held him down and shaved his head. Maybe if they had sent him to MOS like they were supposed to, Clark would be able to afford a haircut once a week. Now, apparently, Clark looks like a cancer patient. His hair wasn't even THAT long... it wasn't touching his ears and it wasn't over 3 inches... so I don't see how they have the right to do that. "It's the Marine Corps," Clark said. Yeah, well... I'll keep my comments to myself. I just can't wait until he's an officer.

Until next time.

We've all got out junk, and my junk is you!