Letters to Inanimate Objects 6/18

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Listening to I'm Gonna Be (500 miles) by the Proclaimers on repeat. HIMYM reference. Whaddup?
    It's official! My best friend Corey is now a marine!
    By the way, those exclamation points are completely deceptive. I have never been more worn out in my life. See, on Thursday morning at 2:45 am, I made my way to the Richter household for the longest road trip of my life. We were driving down to Parris Island to for Family Day on Thursday and to see Corey graduate on Friday. He left on March 21 for boot camp and I promised him and myself that I wouldn't miss his graduation for the world.
    And I am not a morning person, so 2:45 am is major dedication. ha ha. Anyways, I had to drive down instead of riding with Daddy Richter because his car was full - his fiancee Kelli, her daughter Amanda, her son Tyler, and his friend Caius, who also wants to be a marine. Corey's brother Brett, one of my close friends, had to ride in my car (and despite what he tells you, I did not almost kill him four times. Maybe once). The trip was insane, and totally awesome because of the sleep deprivation factor. We got there just in time to see the little ceremony before Family Day officially started. We got to spend about five hours with Coco before his liberty was over, then sort of got in trouble for being on an obstacle course (not me - it was Daddy Richter and Corey's Uncle Rick - be careful when those two are together!).
    I also shared a hotel room with Brett, who snored and moaned all night. It was pretty hysterical, but did keep me awake. Then yesterday was Corey's graduation. We sat facing the sun, so I got a good tan goin' while we watched the ceremony. So proud of our Marine!!
    Here are a few letters inspired by the trip:

Dear Pretzel M&Ms,

You're the greatest thing man has every invented. I want to dive into a pool filled with you. That almost sounds painful, but completely worth it. My obsession with you is borderline unhealthy. In fact, not having any in my house right now is kind of freaking my out. It's either withdrawal or separation anxiety... or both.

Dear Adorable Nude Heels,

I am so happy I found you. Your kitten heel is perfect, and you're super comfy for being half a size too small. Just remind me not to trek across Parris Island - or the equivalent distance anywhere else - in you ever again. My right pinky toe is now one huge blister. Cute.

Dear Coco,

You aren't inanimate (although with how dead tired you are right now, you can see how I got confused). I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you. You can't even imagine. Thinking about you as a marine kind of throws me off, but I'm so proud to say that my best friend is a marine. Even though you can't make your awesome raptor noise anymore because you broke your vocal chords by yelling for three months, I still love you. As long as you can still call me a "stupid bitch." (Pardon the french. Watch the video. So funny, and Corey can imitate it perfectly!)

And Then Life Happened

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Listening to La Vie En Rose by Louis Armstrong
    I'm sorry. I know I've slacked. For the two of you who probably read this blog, I apologize profusely. It seems that even though I'm on summer break, I'm always so incredibly busy!
    For one, I'm trying to move out. Trying being the operative word. I've found a great place, and have one definite roommate, and one potential. And Potential Roommate says she can suggest other Potentials. It's a two bedroom two bathroom apartment, so it would be a bit squished, but I think we can handle it. The main problem is that it costs money. Money that I don't have. But it's okay; I'm working on that, too.
    I've been writing and editing a ton. If the words I've written in the last week and a half were given measurable weight, they'd crush me in a millisecond. It sort of feels like they already have. But in a good way, if that's possible.
    Next Friday, Corey graduates from basic training, and I'm so incredibly excited for him. I'm planning on driving down to see his graduation with my sister, which should be super fun. Well, seeing him will be. The driving down may kill me. I'm not a fan of the interstate. Neither is my 14-year-old car.
    But I don't care. I promised I would see him graduate, and I am not breaking that promise. Even if my car breaks down.
    Anhoo, here are a few Letters to Inanimate Objects to make up for my slacking:

Dear Pandora,

You know, you really just get me. I feel that this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I have extremely eclectic musical tastes, but you seem to know me better than I know myself. In one sitting you played La Vie En Rose by Louis Armstrong, then The Hat by Ingrid Michaelson, and then Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer. Well played. Ha, radio pun. 

Dear Future Roomies,

I'm super psyched about potentially living with you. If this blog is any indication, you can gather that I'm super nerdy, and a little bit weird (okay, "a little bit" may be a slight understatement), but I'm fun! And I love Disney. LOVE. 

Dear Summer 2011,

We're going to have a great season. We're going to meet all of our goals, and succeed in every possible way. You're going to use your gloriously bright sun to give me a good tan, and I'm going to use my writerly skills to finish my book and start querying! And it's going to be all Awesome Sauce and Happy Sprinkles! Blog Five! ^5


Sincerely,
Sarah Jane