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  <title>I&apos;m Crazy</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 04:32:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thinking...Writing...Loving...Breaking</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could love you with the lights turned on and the sun shining in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you&apos;ll only love me in the back of&amp;nbsp;your car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a small dark space where no one will know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Except for the random passer-by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99cc00&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stick with what&apos;s familiar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don&apos;t bother tasting the sweet flavor of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It could intoxicate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dump it down the drain, so you&apos;ll never know&amp;nbsp;how good it is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99cc00&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could kiss you in the middle of the street with horns blaring all around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you won&apos;t kiss me back…maybe later, behind locked doors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where no one will get in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And no one will ever have to know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99cc00&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes could get you high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That&apos;s all you would ever need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One look and we know it could have worked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One blink and now it&apos;s gone forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glance one more time, just to make sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; 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color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will I be enough?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 07:46:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>NEW GOALS!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay so we have determined that I have done really well with my weight loss. This is what I have accomplished so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;January 22- 325 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;49.4 BMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 28th- 276 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;42 BMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 49 pounds in 22 weeks... an average of 2.4 pounds per week. I am going to try to push myself for the summer. It seems to be easier for me to lose weight in the summer time anyways because I am more active.&amp;nbsp;Fall semester starts September 3rd, which is 8.5 weeks away. My goal is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 3- 250 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;38 BMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means 26 pounds of weight loss in 8.5 weeks which is an average of 3.05 pounds per week. I know I can do it... but I also know that it isn&apos;t going to be easy. I am so excited about this. Then my goal before the new year I am going to slow it down again because it is the winter time and it is harder for me to lose weight in the winter time. I am going to try and average 2.0 pounds per week. There are a total of 17 weeks between September 3 and July 1st. I will round that to about 35 pounds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1st, 2008- 215 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 32.7 BMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original goal was to reach 180 pounds with a 27.4 BMI before my 21st Birthday. I am going to change that to before my 20th Birthday. Final Goal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&amp;nbsp;15th, 2008- 180 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;27.4 BMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEP!! It looks like I will be able to buy myself a cute bathing suit next summer. And no, by &quot;cute&quot; I don&apos;t mean skimpy. But, it is 4 am, or 3:45 anyways, and I have a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow so I need to try to force myself to sleep. *bounce, bounce, bounce*...lol Peace Out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 08:23:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What is Wrong with Me!?!?!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sleep schedule has been so messed up lately. Ever since last week I haven&apos;t been able to get to sleep until like 6 in the morning, and I wake up around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. Like now, it is 4 am, actually 10 after 4, but I cannot sleep. I am tired, but as soon as I lay down I get this new boost of energy. I don&apos;t like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow (well later today) is&amp;nbsp;Laundry day and grocery shopping day, which means that I cannot sleep in because I have to be up at like 8:30 and we are leaving at 9 to start laundry because Wilson needs his pants by 11:30 so he can be to work for 12 pm. I think we are going to be cutting it way too close, but his work pants need to be washed. *yawn*...this makes me mad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it has been a stressful week. I mean Brandon died, then I found out that my cancer was back, and I haven&apos;t been able to get a hold of Rick, and I spent the weekend worried that something was wrong with James... so I guess I should expect my whole schedule to be a little out of whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is really cool...for once I am happy be single. I haven&apos;t really thought about getting into a relationship with anyone. I want to focus on myself. I am excited about this job at Walmart, plus they are paying me a dollar more an hour than I was expecting. I can&apos;t wait to find my own apartment and get all settled in. I Love being able to just do what I want without feeling bad because I forgot to call my bf, or my bf is feeling neglected by me. Plus I don&apos;t have this confusion about who I like more, or if I like anyone...I don&apos;t have to worry about anything or anyone but me! I do miss having someone to cuddle up to at night though =(...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don&apos;t think I have anything else to say. I am just bored, and getting more tired, and my back is sore.&amp;nbsp; You know it&apos;s kinda funny how you forget little details about things over the years. For example, when my Dad was in Iraq I only remember him calling a handful of times. He never called very much, and I only got maybe 2 or 3 letters from him while he was gone. Well, with talking to James I am remembering how hard it is when you don&apos;t hear from them for a couple of days and you remember how scared you get... I can&apos;t believe I forgot how hard it is. It really sucks, but I just have to remember not to worry.&amp;nbsp;If that is even possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don&apos;t think much else is going on and this post is long enough and full of nothing important already. I just felt like writing for some strange reason. You know something, I never thought about this but when I get the random urge to write a letter to one of my friends that isn&apos;t meant to be sent (which happens quite often), I can just write it here. Wow, I have had this journal almost 3 years and I am just now realizing that...haha, I am a Loser... but you Love me anyways, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH YEAH! I forgot something else too. When I moved back from Maine I weighed 332 pounds (I haven&apos;t told anyone that), but anyways, when I went into the ER on June 28th they weighed me and I was down to 276. WHICH MEANS I HAVE LOST 56 POUNDS!!!! GO ME! My goal was to lose 50 pounds by the end of the year... it looks like I may be able to double that if I keep it up, which means that I may be at my goal weight (180 pounds), before my 20th birthday... My long term goal was to be at my goal weight by my 21st Birthday. I may be able to accomplish that a whole year early... *does a dance*.... ooh yeah, go me, I rock... lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 21:58:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thank God...</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;James is okay. I talked to him today... they were on blackout. For anyone who doesn&apos;t know what that is.. it basically means that if soemone over there is&amp;nbsp;killed or injured they cannot allow the troops to contact anyone because they have to notify the families. *sigh* I forgot how hard this is, having someone you care about being over there and trying to stay calm when you feel like something isn&apos;t right. Something is never right... it is not right that we are even over there. But that is an argument for another day. I am just happy that he is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates on the cancer sitchy-a-schun. The type of cancer that I have (for those who don&apos;t know, cervical and ovarian), had 5 stages. Stage one is minor, Stage 5 is major. I am between stages 3 and 4. I have had it much worse, so I am lucky for now... I just don&apos;t want surgery again. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I got a job at Walmart. I work in the toy department =). I told James that this morning and he goes &quot;YOU HAVE A WALMART THAT SELLS SEX TOYS?!?!&quot;...that made me crack up so bad. He is such a smart ass...lol. Then again Sex would probably be on my mind all the time too if I was in Iraq. Anyway, I guess I will end this here. Hope everyone has a good day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 00:56:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ugh...damn it</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So...my cancer is back...again. I have been in remission for a year...but not anymore...GOD FUCKING DAMN IT YOU MUTHERFUCKING COCK SUCKING WHORRRREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK IT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 21:46:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I hope he is okay</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;am probably just being paranoid, but I am worried about James.. I have not heard from him in a few days, and he told me that he would be online this morning. I shouldn&apos;t worry too much, but considering the fact that he is in Iraq it is hard not to worry. I don&apos;t know what to think when I go long spans of time not hearing from him. I know he hasn&apos;t been online at all, but I hope he at least had a chance to call his family so they are not as worried as I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...I am dead tired. Hollie&apos;s ex showed up here at 4 am, and stayed until 7:30, and I didn&apos;t go to bed until 9, then I got woken up at noon, so I have only had three hours of sleep. Men suck sometimes...but oh well, can&apos;t live with them, can&apos;t live without them, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a short update, my back hurts, so I need to go lay down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 04:08:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Where are my days going?</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Night makes a week since I injured my neck. It seems like it happened forever ago, but at the same time is seems like my days are just flying by. I don&apos;t like taking my meds, which means I have been in a great deal more pain than I would be if I take them. I was given Vicodin and Flexoril. I have taken the Vicodin 4 times, and the Flexoril 7 times in the last 8 days...I really don&apos;t like using drugs to get rid of my pain if I don&apos;t have to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met this really cool guy the other day. He is in the Army, and is currently serving in Iraq. He messaged me on Myspace and for some reason I just happened to read his message (I usually delete messages if it is someone I don&apos;t know personally). His name is Private James Sullivan, and he is from Winnisquam NH. Right now I am just having fun getting to know someone new. He will be back next August. The only thing that sucks is that his crew got there last January, but he didn&apos;t get there until June because he was still in training,&amp;nbsp;which means&amp;nbsp;he doesn&apos;t get a 2 week leave to come home; so he has 15 straight months in Baghdad.&amp;nbsp;I feel really bad for him...that is the last place I would want to be. He really loves his job though, and he doesn&apos;t complain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s see...oh yeah, I got to direct traffic for almost an hour yesterday, and it was freaking hot! Hollie and I were bringing Alex, Benjamin, and Jeffie up to the park and as we were getting the kids together to cross the road a car came around the corner and went head first into the telephone pole. The girl was maybe a year or two younger than me. She just got a few bumps and bruises from what I could see. But her car hit hard enough for the power lines to come down, so the road was closed and a couple of us were directing traffic until the cops showed up, but the cops never sent an officer down to take over. It wasn&apos;t bad, I didn&apos;t mind doing it...it was just really hot, and my back was hurting really bad. It&apos;s my own fault for not following doctors orders, I&apos;m not even supposed to be walking around town, but I cannot stand lying in bed all freaking day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I am going to be breaking doctors orders even more. Starting next week I may have a job at Walmart, which means I will be on my feet all day, I will be bending and lifting, and I won&apos;t be wearing my neck brace. Oh well though, I need to do something. I can&apos;t sleep on Hollie and Wilson&apos;s couch forever which means that I need to get a job and save money for my own apartment. I don&apos;t think I will mind working at Walmart... I&apos;ve known quite a few people who work there, and they all like it. Guess we will see what happens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, I am practically writing a damn novel here. I should go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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