Alright, if you read this before the edit you have the wrong email address. It's correct now.

Hey everybody. Just got out of basic and the academic year is starting. It sucks here, but everyday is worth it. I don't regret coming here and I'm still going strong. Anyways, I'm incredibly busy, I got 3.5 hrs of sleep last night and classes started today. If you want to drop me a line the address is same as before except I'm a cadet instead of a basic cadet now. My email is c09thomas.chiasson@usafa.edu or c09thomas.chiasson@usafa.af.mil . Theyre both the same place so whatever you prefer. Beyond that, I'm going to plug into facebook eventually, however that works. in the scattered seconds of my free time I'll try and catch up with yalls xangas. maybe. dont count on it. stay cool evrybody, thanks for all those comments on my last entry. there's nothing to make you feel good about living in hell like some encouragement : )

THOMAS' LAST XANGA ENTRY EVER

if you knew you had one day left before your life would change forever, how would you spend it? that's the question i have to answer for the next 32 hours.

i'm not sure what to write. for the past year, i've been waiting and waiting for it all to be over, and now i just wish i had one more month.

said good bye to amy today. 6 months exactly and i dont regret a minute.

to all of you who have more time 2 spend in your good ol hometown: the night before you leave, you're going to lie awake thinking about all the things you wish you had done but didn't, all the nights you wish you had stayed up late but hadnt, and all the things you wish you had told somebody but never really got the chance. nothings going to tie itself off like a nicely packaged hallmark film. everythings going to end abruptly like somebody cut off part of the reel to forrest gump. so b prepared. the second you pull out of your driveway, all the memories, cares, hopes, and worries of your entire life will shed from your mind like leaves in the fall and u will be naked, stripped down to what you've made of yourself with the past 18 years. if u need to cry, make sure u get it out, or else you will be holding n those tears till the day u die. if u dont need to cry, dont make a scene.

behind, you've left behind all the the chances you had but never took, all the mistakes you made and always regretted. your childhood is over. shut tight like a finished book, only to be read, never to be edited. is it a bestseller or a cheesy walmart paperback?

ahead, you're not quite an adult. or at least you don't have to be if you don't want to. you've got four years (you can make it longer or shorter) that will be most likely the final definition of who you are. after that, approximately a third of your life is over. some of you will change completely. some of you won't change at all. ultimately, the decision is up to you. wherever you are right now, you probably still have just about every opportunity in life open to you. what do you want to do? where do you want to go? who do you want to be?

you will have another moment like this, when you look back on everything and contemplate what it could mean and how it couldve been different. except this time around, you won't have a life to look forward to, or at least not a life in this world. that moment may not come for another eighty years. or it could come tomorrow. or it could come today. will you be ready for that one?

and now, i must leave you with a piece of my own personal advice. my father told me once that the most important things in life are relationships, relationships with your friends, your kids, your spouse, and God. when you die, nothing you own will come with you. nothing you did for your whole life will be worth a piece of crap. people will forget your name, whether it takes ten years or ten thousand. so don't waste your life living it for yourself. live it for somebody else. if you think that's depressing, well, you need to wake up and smell the bitter coffee of your life. because there will be other people out there who are going to realize that the best way to drink a cup of coffee is with somebody else.

if yall want to write I would love it, although I probly won't get a chance to write back. you can reach me at:

Basic Cadet Thomas Chiasson

PO Box 2788

USAF Academy, CO 80841-2788

i won't receive email, packages, phone calls, or nething else till mid august.

thank u all for a pretty solid [insert years you've known me] of my life. i can only hope that i've given you a shadow of what each of you have given me. : )

some people took my last entry way 2 seriously. do u really think id be hypocritical enough to write an annoying complaint about somebody else's annoying complaint? just to clear things up, i don't care one way or another which sex "wins" the pity contest. which is why it amuses me evrytime somebody tries to. and besides, the title was irresistible. "angry vagina". if ne1 can say that with a straight face, they dont know what a vagina is.

ok, it happens every year, and its happening again: everybody and their mother has scheduled their open house for june 4th. you silly silly fools! when will you ever learn?!?! now i'm going to have to miss someone's, cuz theres no way i can be at 20 different locations in 4 hours. not unless i save a whole lot of money on car insurance by switching to geico. but that's not happening. so sorry, suckers, i guess your just gonna have to argue about who "called" june 4 (aka National Have-Your-Open-House-Today Day) first.

o yes, and mine is on memorial day, you have no excuse not to come, since i havent heard of ne1 elses being scheduled then. ask me for an invitation, it has directions on the back.

in other news, i read an essay called the angry vagina from the vagina monologues today, which is basically some woman complaining about tampons and pap smears. i'm thinking, why should i care? you don't hear guys complaining about wet dreams and inconvenient erections now do you? no! and if we did, would it ever be published? no! which just goes to show that women like to complain. if she really has such an issue with tampons, she should engineer one that is more comfortable and make a bunch of money. but she wont and you know why? cuz she's probably a lazy crackpot living off welfare with nothing to do besides writing about her vagina. so i guess she can just go on wearing diapers and not shaving her armpits. honestly, the stuff people will publish these days. yeah, you have a vagina, life sucks, get over it. if a guy wrote a penis monologues, no one would read it. not because there would be nothing to complain about (oh no, i can think of quite a few) but because no one in their right mind wants to listen to some guy whine about his genitals. but for some reason when a woman takes the same stance it's "a pivotal outcry for the feminist movement". supposedly, this piece of art illustrates the way vaginas are mistreated in todays culture. what the heck? it's complaining about tampons! since when did a anyone even want to think about some one else's tampons?!? it sounds like the author is "mistreating" her own vagina. y does she need to tell me? "by the way, my vagina is angry because i shoved a tampon into it." and i needed to know that because? you know why women think men have it easier? cuz men don't complain. there you go.

LEGAL NOTE: The views expressed in this pointless complaint are not necessarily believed nor officially endorsed by xanga.com, the marching greyhounds blogring, the author, or your mom.

so anyways, reese and i are coming up with a list of things that guys have to put up with that women don't. we've got quite a list, but feel free to leave some suggestions. number one on the list is angry vaginas.