In the list of blogs there, which pretty much belong to kids whose fathers (or mothers, but mostly fathers) are in the Marines, I came across this 17 year-old girl's entry:
[Oct. 26th, 2005|06:50 pm]
|I hate my father.|
Send him back to Iraq.
And keep him there.
Seems like this would make a good PostSecret. There's some good ones there this week. Take a look. Heck there's always good ones there. Bookmark it.
My meeting with Nathan, my financial advisor, went well today. Bottom line: what I'm contemplating is doable.
I met with Dr. Dicks, my master's program advisor, today, and though I didn't hear what I wanted to hear, what I did hear was helpful.
I checked my mailbox at State to find an invitation to two of my favorite peoples' wedding. I absolutely hate that we'll be out of town for the event.
Class was interesting tonight. I got a flash of an idea for my final paper, which is a good thing, since we're supposed to bring a "thesis statement" about it to class on Wednesday.
Our group received our grade for our group project. I got a body temperature on it.
I stopped at Harris Teeter on the way home from class, and picked up dinner along with some staples.
I had rotisserie chicken with some potato salad for dinner. And no, that's not the potato salad with it in the picture. And, no, I didn't eat the whole thing. What I did eat was yummy!
I had an AIM conversation with Irene