there’s you and me. There’s love, and love you’re everything. 

Listening to Bruno Mars. It’s our 5 month anniversary today. We reflected on how we first met, and how we came to how we are today with his little sister. I like her. I’ve always wanted a little sister. At the moment, he’s on Black Ops with his neighbor, Roosevelt. I think that’s a funny name. I don’t know his thoughts on it, though. I miss my guitar. I haven’t bonded with it in a while now, I just get so frustrated because it’s not a good guitar. It’s a shitty (pardon my french), box guitar. I had to change the strings like 5 days after I got the damned thing. I was so scared that I was going to like BREAK my guitar, so I did exactly what you’re NOT supposed to do, by taking ALL of the strings out at the same time, which creates tension on the neck and stuff. I don’t know the mechanics of the instrument, just the fact that you’re NOT supposed to do that. It says in big ass bold letters on the back of the string package. I’m black. I don’t listen. [;

 I’ve been wanting to go to Warped Tour for the past few years now (apx. 3 now), and I’ve still never been. *Googles Lineup* …

GO RADIO’S COMING! Gahhh! Of course they are, because I can’t >_> I smell food. It smells delicious. Emanuel’s mother makes the best food like, ever. Ever. EVER!!!! Haha[: 

 fjdklsjagld <— I’m that bored and lack initiative to write anything more. Just had pulled pork and rice w| cheese. Delicious! (: He’s still on Black Ops though >_> I guess this is going to interrupt our movie time D:

 Maghhhh.

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 I thought that this time I’d put up a picture of myself haha. I was working on a song, and I decided to take a picture. And yes, that’s a Keltic Cross around my neck. ;D
 

Military

Entrance

Processing

Station

I know, he’s getting close. Am I scared? No. I’m too damn proud at the moment. It’ll probably hit me a little later. After hearing about how he did on his ASVAB, and how because of his score, he’s more likely to get his desired MOS, I’m so proud of him. The physical was the scariest part for ME. I know how picky the military is (Well, I thought I knew, until he told me he was almost disqualified for his slight stutter), scary. Picky too. It’s why I can’t enlist. When I heard I couldn’t enlist, I was kind of disappointed, but not too much, because it was just an option. Now it’s not because of me being a recipient of Open Heart Surgery. I’m so proud of him though. I’d rather be by his side, and awaiting his returns from deployments, than actually get deployed D: I know, I’m weird. Next step: Paris Island. Now, I’m not scared about the intense Physical Training they’ll put him through, he’s done most of it before with NJROTC and everything. I’m not Scared about not seeing him for 18 weeks. Nervous? Ehh, maybe a little. But by the time he leaves, I’ll be back in school, so at least I won’t be sitting around doing nothing but crying and watching Military Documentaries (I’ve taken to them lately. I think it’s going to become worse when he leaves haha). I love him, and I’m here for him through it all. I can’t wait to toast to my Marine<3

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Me & My future Marine<3

So, I’ve decided to document my experiences. On love, life, and luck. Let’s start with a little background? My name is Tasha. I’m 17 years old, and madly in love. His name is Emanuel. He’s a future Marine. I know, scary right? It’s crazy. My whole life, I’ve been surrounded by military veterans. My father was in the Navy, along with his older Sister. My grandfather on my mother’s side was in the Army, and my Grandfather on my step-mother’s side is a retired Marine (‘Nam). I’ve never been the “In-Love” girl. That girl you see in the hallways with her boyfriend all the time, holding each other, kissing noses, sharing food, etc. But at the moment, I am. I see myself marrying this boy. Cliche right? Yeah Yeah. That’s what Tumblr’s for. He makes me feel so… alive, loved, etc. I’m not that girl that only sees her boyfriend. I have this best friend. We weren’t friends at first. I really wanted to be her friend, but she was taken D: Her name is Kaity. We’ve just recently gotten close. She gets it. She understands me, what I’m going through with my boyfriend. She’s been there for me through stuff that I expected to go through alone, and I know she’ll always be there<3 

 When my boyfriend first told me his decision to enlist, I found it admirable. Then I fell in love with him, and found it scary. Then I became selfish, and didn’t want him to go (but of course I never told him that directly), and then, I felt amazing about his decision. To see how passionate he is about something, and see him pour his heart and soul into accomplishing something, and when one benchmark has disappeared, seeing him create another one. I don’t think of the Marine Corps as HIS future, I think of it as OUR future. I want to keep all of his letters he writes me from Paris Island, and I want to tell him in every single letter that I love him. I want to finally receive that phone call, informing me of his upcoming graduation of boot camp, and to watch him become an official United States Marine. I want to marry him, live in an extraordinary house for a month, and move around all the time with him, I want to watch him leave for his deployments, and not cry, because I’ll be busy taking care of our home that we built, I want to wait for him at the airport on his homecomings, and celebrate with him. I want to grow old with him. 

My main focus for this blog/diary is to entrust my experiences, feelings, and lack thereof to an inevitable audience. No junk like GIFs, and pictures taken by other photographers than me. Every blog entry will come with a photo, a description, and why I chose that photo. 

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I chose this photo because it is my favorite of my boyfriend, and I. It shows the happiness he makes me feel.