Nostalgia sets in.

So I started tackling the ginormous project that is "preparing for movement". I haven't moved in two years and wow, do I have a lot of junk. But some of it is special junk. Like I came across this folder with all these letters I received when I was deployed...some of them are just hilarious and insane and some of them I got really sad when I read them...people I no longer talk to that wrote really touching letters. Anyways these were some of my favorite lines from a pile I dug through:

"What am I going to do without Liz? Whose limes will I "borrow"? You've been a strong influence in the way I view the world, enlightening my knowledge about many subjects (boys, military, but NOT FLONASE)."

"The graduation ceremony is going on right now. It's pretty cool but mom gave me a pen so I can doodle instead of pay attention. I keep looking up at the jumbotron to make sure the camera isn't on me. We were hoping we'd have a speaker like Bill Cosby but it was some lady that's actually done something."

"Where will I go for new music? I think I'll bury my i-Pod in hopes that will make it easier while you're gone, and then dig it up a few days before you get back, in preparation for some dope Iraqi hip hop I'm sure you'll bring back. Or maybe some other indie shit I never heard of."

"Ron was running around in his underwear last night. In fact a lot of people were in their underwear. Not me though, I kept my clothes on like a sensible human being. These last days are setting a rough precedent for the rest of the summer. Oh man!"