Nov 17 Monday at 1430, my ol man left for Iraq. I hope he is safe and if yall can keep em in your mind and do the same it'd mean the world to me. Course while my dad can be one mean cuss sometimes and teaches me the hardest lessons i'll ever know he is still my father, flesh and blood. he's the only one i got and if it werent for em i dunno what i'd be like today. at anyrate this is his second tour over there and while he went over with us that its not as dangerous as last time its still iraq.

but this journal entry aint about that focus but thank you kindly for carin to read it. This is about the events prior to the ol gruff's departure. I dont believe in fate, plain and simple. the idea of sumthin controlling my life is just.... RAAAaAAAA!!! I believe im free enough to do what i want, just cuz the road is paved dont mean i have to fallow it. That mornin my car the piece of crap it is, had a death of battery. In which my brother, the moron he is, was spending a few hours listening to music in my car. He left the keys in the ignition... ON ACCESSORY! so the lights and stereo was on all night. SO thanks to that idiot i had to shell out 75 bucks for a new battery. we had to call my mom pull her away from work to take me to wallmart to get a new battery. Funny thing is... cuz my mom took the day off for the rest of that day she got to spend a few more hours with my dad. Crazy how sumthin lil like that means alot to two people...

and...

i kinda have to admit my retarded brother is an instrument of god *face palm*