South Carolina Primary Night

Currently watching the South Carolina primary...God forbid Newt actually wins. South Carolina should seriously reconsider its original secession plans after its decision tonight to inflict more Newt Gingrich on us. Heavens. Also, is anyone else uncomfortable by the fact that Romney used the word 'appeasement' in his defeat speech? I feel like as a politician that isn't the word I'd use, given it's Nazi Germany connotations. #awkward. I think it's going to be interesting for me, as a liberal, to try and come to terms with the more or less inherently implicit Conservative values of the armed forces. Well, maybe that's too big of a generalization; I'm not entirely sure, and I'll admit that my knowledge of the armed forces at this point is limited. I'm hoping to learn more, and eventually hope to become more open-minded. Yet I do think it's going to be somewhat challenging. I'm worried that I might not fit in with some of the people that I'm going to meet through John. I hope I do. I want to be able to support him as much as I humanly can. And I think that this entire experience will be a good one for me. I just hope that I can do it, and do it well. I want to.


I feel like a bum sitting around on a Saturday night, but going out in Michigan during the winter is just so much hassle. Not only is it FRIGID (it's apparently around 15 degrees...), but there's so much snow, and I don't want to hike all the way to Fiji in heels and a skirt with little to no jacket. I was so gung-ho to go out at every opportunity last semester...I don't know if the change is the weather, or if I'm just a little burnt out. Even going to the bar on a Tuesday or Thursday sounds exhausting. I'm so content to just be sitting around right now watching the primary, maybe watch a little Curb Your Enthusiasm, and drink hot chocolate. I may go out and meet up with Leah and Andi in a little bit, depending on what it is they want to do, and I 'm hoping to see John when he's done with his Rush stuff around 10pm.


~Margs ♥

To New Beginnings!

I've never been one for blogging. From time to time throughout my life I've kept a diary of sorts, yet over time have written in it less until it eventually gets banished to a drawer in my night stand, only to be found three years later by a much older and wiser me. But now I think it's really important: my boyfriend of the past four years is getting ready to head off to bootcamp for the Marines in about 7 odd weeks (March 12th), and I'll be honest: I'm petrified.

Our story is utterly...archetypal in nature, and it's perfect. We went to the same high school; he was year older than I, but shy. Quiet. I had a crush on him my entire freshman year, but because he was so shy I didn't have a reason to talk to him without it seeming odd. The summer after my freshman year I went on the school's class trip to France, which was about 2 weeks long, and then after had plans to stay in France for another month and a half on a photography study abroad program. I was nervous, even though it was the school's trip: none of my friends were going, and it was the first time I'd ever really been away from home. I of course noticed right away that the boy I liked, John, was on the trip. I was aware of him staring at me on the subway the first day of the trip, and it made my heart pound; I was so excited, I wrote about it in the journal I was determined to keep all that summer I was in France.

Over the next several days John and I began talking and spending all of our time together, starting at Versailles. On the third day we kissed at a French château, Chenonceau. When the school's trip ended and he went back to the States while I stayed in France, we kept talking over Facebook all summer. Eventually I came home, and we started dating November 4th, 2007.

I'm starting this blog because I know that being away from him during the 13 week bootcamp is going to be unbearably hard. And this scenario in general...it's going to be really tough, going through so much time without my other half. So why do I do it? Because nights alone aren't permanent. Missing him reminds me that I'm lucky to have someone to miss; I am not afraid to make sacrifices for love.

~Margs ♥