I got a letter from a frined of mine today. He's in the Army, stationed in Germany. He seems very happy and like he's doing fine. That makes me happy. I'm reading a small part of "Don Quijote de la Mancha" for Spanish. It's so great-- En esto, descubrieron tirenta o cuarenta molinos de viento que hay en aquel campo, y así como Don Quijote los vio, dijo a su escudero: --La ventura va guiando nuestras cosas mejor de lo que acertáramos a desar; porque ves allí, amigo Sancho Panza, dónde se descubren trienta, o pocos más, desaforados gigantes, con quien pienso hacer batalla y quitarles a todos las vidas, con cuyos despojos comenzaremos a enriquecer, que ésta es buena guerra, y es gran servicio de Dios quitar tan mala simiente de sobre la faz de la tierra. --¿Qué gigantes?—dijo Sancho Panza. That Sancho Panza. He cracks me up. Also in the mail, I got a package from my mommy. She sent me an Easter card, some Easter chocolate, some Wint-o-green Lifesavers. I love my mommy, she's the best. The only bad thing about her is my father, who is an idiot. If it weren't for him, I'd go home more often. I miss my mommy, but I can't stand my father. I know it kills her not to see me, but I can't stand him. He wants me to be someone I'm not, and he can't accept that I'm not the person he wants me to be. He won't listen to me when I say things to him, he always thinks I'm lying to him. He thinks that just because I'm 18 and he's 51 that I should follow his advice all of the time, which really wouldn't be following his advice but doing everything he said. He says he doesn't want me to be hurt like he was. But I think that life isn't worth it unless you get hurt. I want to be hurt. It pain is the price of loving, then let me feel pain.