cloudsareblack

cloudsareblack @ 2007-01-11T23:14:00

2007-01-12T04:14:47Z

i totally forgot.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-08-17T18:28:00

2006-08-17T22:29:55Z

this is one of the most stressful times of my life.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-06-04T19:25:00

2006-06-04T23:27:15Z

Avery was born today.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-06-03T11:41:00

2006-06-03T16:29:09Z

yesterday josh and i spent 5 hours in the hospital cause he got hurt at work.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-05-09T07:57:00

2006-05-09T11:58:45Z

engaged 3 months tomorrow<3

p.s. brad has the best neighborhood ever.

p.p.s. my art history classes at southern were a waste. southern is a waste. i can't wait to start interior design.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-04-25T11:21:00

2006-04-25T15:26:37Z

cloudsareblack @ 2006-04-21T08:31:00

2006-04-21T12:43:08Z

my wedding photography dates
april 22, april 29, june 10, july 2, july 29, aug 5, aug 12, aug 17, sep 16, sep 30

that's more than i had last year. i think this is going to be a great wedding season. hopefully i can take some pictures on my own camera and post them.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-04-16T19:57:00

2006-04-16T23:59:13Z

Happy easter

cloudsareblack @ 2006-04-13T12:43:00

2006-04-13T16:44:35Z

i wish i got paid millions to make greeting cards with watercolor.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-04-12T12:54:00

2006-04-12T16:57:50Z

now that my art history test is over..i can breathe.

note- i need to save for a new digital.

mine's buttons are sticky.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-04-11T19:17:00

2006-04-11T23:19:12Z

i got into paier college of art for interior design.

i hear they make the big bucks.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-04-09T18:20:00

2006-04-09T22:20:50Z

im moving into a single dorm for the last 6 weeks of school.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-03-06T09:28:00

2006-03-06T14:30:17Z

im transferring to paier<3

modeling the end of the month<3

friday is our one month being engaged<3

things are looking up.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-02-26T14:02:00

2006-02-26T19:03:20Z

im engaged

goodbye my lover.

2006-01-27T14:46:53Z

You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-27T09:41:00

2006-01-27T14:42:50Z

you're beautiful,

and i don't know what to do...

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-25T13:21:00

2006-01-25T18:22:30Z

i saved this chocolate for when id really need it.

happy birthday josh, i wish i could be with you.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-20T21:17:00

2006-01-21T02:18:05Z

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-20T17:28:00

2006-01-20T22:30:37Z

why the hell am i reading posts from guys in iraq...

welcome back depression.

i wish my boyfriend wasnt going to iraq.
7 months in a world so different it could change him.

i hope it flies by.

p.s. i move in 2 days.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-18T11:45:00

2006-01-18T16:45:56Z

And you're in pieces
As your world becomes a rainstorm
You've got no shelter I'm a thousand miles away
You'll survive the day

You say your leaving
You say your leaving

Well, I'm willing to break myself
To shake this hell from everything I touch
I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays
So you don't hurt so much

So you don't hurt so much

Never again will the fire be done
No never again your the only one
No never again but you're already gone.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-13T12:31:00

2006-01-13T17:31:35Z

Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time
And the eyes get red in the back of your head, this place will make you blind
Put it all behind me and I'll be just fine

Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
And wash away the west coast dreaming from my eyes
There's nothing real for them to see here

Another starry night in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-12T10:38:00

2006-01-12T15:45:09Z

"The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howitzer. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.
He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And now we even have woman over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot.. A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets. "

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-12T10:25:00

2006-01-12T15:26:05Z

what if the best part of my life already past?

please come home.
i miss you.

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-11T12:01:00

2006-01-11T17:04:08Z

27 days biotch

cloudsareblack @ 2006-01-09T12:50:00

2006-01-09T17:51:43Z

the days are going fast now.