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It's the sad truth...
Well. On another note. My dad is getting deployed in January 2012 to Iraq or Iran or whatever the fuck those turd humping Muslims live. For once I feel like, true fear. I'm really scared. He's a Reservist.
What tops it off is that his unit is being issued armored patrol boats. Wonderful. Command is chocking on a dick. They know there will be a high risk. Then my dad starts talking about how yes, small arms (AK, light machine gun, etc) will not do anything, but a rocket propelled grenade (RPG)? That's the end. And snipers which is; ~boom~ ~body drops~ No one has any idea where the fuck it came from................ FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. YOUU. I don't wanna talk about it anymore.
So. uhm. yesh. School.
Another lonely year ahead! :D As long as I got my buddies I should be fine ^___^
And first period with a faggot named Robert Forster. Too bad I already know 3 senior friends in that class. And Robert is a socially awkward fuck, so. I win :)
You know, it's nice going to be with something to hug, even if that is a stuffed animal.
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