I Don't Know How to Feel...

I found out today that Kush's wingman, someone that I knew briefly but that was very kind, was killed today.
What hurts about that is he wasn't just another troop. His name was Piazza. He was a sweet person who only wanted to go home.
From what I can gather he had a fiance back home.
Kush, of course, is devastated by this. He's losing it at this point, which I can understand.
It's one thing to have someone die that you weren't familiar with. It's another to have your confidant die.
He had JUST lost 10 of his troops earlier this month.
I remember a few nights ago hearing the story of what happened when Kush was drugged up on morphine for his bullet wound and Piazza was there with him.
Apparently Kush was kidding around and "nut-checked" Piazza.
To be as clean about this as I can, that means he reached down and tapped him in the manly region as a joke.
But apparently he hit a little too hard, and Piazza emptied his bladder on himself. Which to everyone was hilarious.
So Piazza came back with a lead-weighted glove and popped Kush in the balls. For the rest of the night Kush was a soprano.
We laughed so hard about this forever.
And when Kush was in emergency surgery for the shot-arm, Piazza was the one that texted me and Jessie to let us know that Kush was alright.
Needless to say, even though I'm not breaking down losing it, I'm somber. I'm not in a good mood. I'm extremely worried about Kush snapping soon if the people around him keep passing away.
I never would have thought that the xbox would put me so close to people that were constantly in danger.

I don't really know how to transition from that to be honest. So I guess I'll just go on to what else I had to say.
The guy from my spanish class, Daniel, is now one of my friends. Which is pretty kick ass. We talk on the phone for a long ass time. Past two nights has been two and a half hours.
Oh, and he read my blog. Which is kind of funny.
Kudos to whoever finds the comment he left. Hint: It was recent.Those sunglasses make my face look stupid. So I'm going to wear my pink ones from now on.

One of the guys from my history class gave me his number today. That was pretty coolio. For whatever reason I remember his name PERFECTLY even though I forget everyone elses.
His name is Nathan, btw.

My history class is a no-notes test. Balls. I hope I do okay.
My spanish quiz should be... okay. Not amazing though.

I'm tired. I need to lay down. But I figured I needed to post. I'm going to comment your blogs tonight, so never fear. And pray for my mom tomorrow. She's having surgery.

Oh. And my skin broke out. Right before Monday seeing Danny.
Wtf is wrong with my face. Why does it hate me so much?