Just breathe for me,

This might not look like too big of a difference, but it really is. My hair was so short! I'm trying to decide if I like it longer. I mean, I do. I feel like maybe long is more me. Because the short was like I was trying to be edgy and risky...and I'm really not. That's random, I know. I'm rambling about my hair...which I tend to do a lot. I'm lame and I realize this.

Today Burger King got a new employee. I have a new coworker. He's 20 and I've heard of him. My sister knew him. Graduated with him. He was in the troops fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan for two years. Right out of high school. He's....well, he's a hero. And he's just a normal guy now working at Burger King. It was his first day today. And I remember a conversation:

"How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen. I'm gonna be a senior."
"It's weird to think that I graduated two years ago and I'm just getting a job and going to college now. It's weird having a job like this. Working fast food after you've been in a pit with a bunch of other guys in a uniform and you're not sure if you could be alive in the next few minutes."
"I could never do it. Do what you've done."
"It's....well, it's action that's for sure."
"Burger King is enough action for me, as far as I'm concerned."

It just....it really made me think for some reason... He dedicated two years of his life to fighting for our country. And he's still alive. And now he's starting his life.

School starts next Wednesday and I have one hell of a messed up sleeping pattern. This should be interesting...

Yes, I realize my blog posts are bipolar and change topic super quickly.