So, I’m making a new Tumblr, and it’s getting hard trying to refollow everyone on the new blog, so if you still want to stay aboard the USS Granola, just message me and I’ll give you the new url. Following back of course :)
What with my dad’s broken hip last night, my niece being hours or days away from coming into this world, and my grandmother within days of passing away… Life can be crazy.
My professors would be heartless slave drivers if they don’t understand why I need to be here. I am the primary care giver, and I will be the only one from this nuclear part of the family who can go to my grandmother’s funeral. There’s no way I can go to class. No way.
I am going to have to sew myself into my big girl pants for the next few weeks.
Holy shit who are you? How did you know she went here? Did you go here? I had a Luso-Brazilian culture class with her in my junior year. Had I seen the movie before the class started I might have given her hell for it.
This is freaking me out.
Now that’s just impolite.
That’s just stupid it’s your choice and why are they shitting on military relationships? Like they are any different than normal relationships. People are Fucking hypocrites. And I’m not even gonna talk about jealousy.
Exactly. God forbid I be alright with moving to Japan or Germany for two years for his job, right? I can teach and write anywhere (especially with the DoD). People are trying to warn me about how I won’t get to make any choices in my life (false!), when I know plenty of people who compromise for their civilian relationships all the time. That’s what relationships are— compromise.