Half of a hundred...
That's a lot.
So... 50 + 40 = 90.
JeeeeSUS!!! Mason is in boot camp for 90 days! Even though the matrix states it is 70 days! Those LIARS!!!
Or, the person who made the matrix was just bad at math...
Damn you, Morpheus...
The Matrix reference. :)
Today was simple at school. But on my way home, oh my GOD, I had to deal with SO MANY PEOPLE who should NOT be behind the wheel!!
A girl who drives a red trans am/Pontiac lookin' car ALWAYS doesn't have the patience of waiting for people to let her in to the long line going out of the parking lots at my college. She just DRIVES right out there, forcing the car in back of her to STOP and let her ass through. On the freeway, some jerk didn't like that I was driving the speed limit so he decided to go around me, getting nowhere. Another moron merged way too early and almost smacked me on the side (I had to honk, that's how close it got). While I was driving the main roads in downtown, a suburban (that looked like it was associated with the undercover police) ZOOMED around me as if I was going too slow for him. I almost honked. We could have EASILY collided because we were by an area where the right side of the road merged with the middle lane. After the suburban took a right off of the street, I ended up being behind someone who WASN'T doing the speed limit! We were gradually doing a nice, slow 20 MPH on a 35 MPH road. Finally, they took a left and I was on my way. THEN, I ran into a BICYCLIST who decided that the ROAD was a better place than the half sidewalk/half dirt area. I had to move a little over, almost colliding with a fancy BMW, so I wouldn't hit HIM. As I was getting closer to Costco and to an area that is being renovated, there was a giant neon arrow telling us drivers to get into the other lane because one of the lanes was closed. Well, the cars in front of me were like, "Derp, I guess I have to go over." *few seconds later* "Oh, wait, I think I can stay in this lane even though that big bright arrow is telling us to get over." *few seconds later* "Oh crap! I can't stay in this lane! Better get over without signaling!"
Dweebs...
I think that's all the idiots I had to deal with today. Hopefully Monday I won't have to deal with anymore because damn... they piss me the heck off.
I'm pondering on whether I should put a couple web cams in my car (one shooting out in the back, in the front, and at me), record every day I'm on the road, and make hilarious videos of me getting angry at stupidos behind the wheel. Personally, I think it would be entertaining; watching someone get extremely pissed over people. I don't know if I'd post it on Facebook or YouTube because I want to have a job in the future... However, I will keep them for friends and family to see. It's a possibility that I might do it. IF... I keep encountering brainless monkeys.
I sent off another letter for Mason since it is the 50th day. Also because my mom accidentally washed my necklaces, my rings, AND Mason's "I <3 Boobies" band. UGH I was so DEVASTATED!!!! It wasn't my mom's fault; she had no clue and I didn't either until this morning. But I left them in my mom's robe's pocket because I took a shower. Never took them out. How did I figure they were gone? Well, I have a fidgety itch where I'll play with my rings with my fingers. I tried playing with my rings this morning and WHAT DO YOU KNOW, everything had disappeared. I flipped out, thought of where I could have placed them, and said to myself, "Mom's robe!!" Then I reminded myself, "Crap! She could have washed it!" And she did... It was in the washer. Already done washing. I freaked the Hell out. I panicked and thought, "What if the rings got destroyed?! What if the color in the band is gone?! What if my necklaces are lost forever?!" They were all fine once I found them. Except for my fake ring; one of the diamonds fell out. Relieved, I put everything on in its rightful place. But, as I got ready for school, a couple of tears slid down my cheeks. I was sad that they all were washed. I felt like the specialness in them was washed away. I had to let Mason know so when he gets home, he'll be able to make them special again. I asked him, in the letter, if he could wear his "I <3 Boobies" band again and make my jewelry special, too. Of course, he'll be wearing HIS key necklace that I gave to him once he's home; that's no issue. Yet all of the other things I want to have Mason's special touch back on.
I know to some of you this is quite odd and possibly OCD. But I gotta tell you guys... Mason is worth it. I want him with me through the things he has touched or given to me. It's very superstitious, however, that's just who I am: spiritual.
I can't wait for him to come home!!! 50 more days!!! Can't believe it... It is a bit of a ways, but I believe I can manage. I think we all can. I have faith!
Gosh, he'll be reading... 90 posts??? Will he have enough time??? Haha, he'd MAKE time to read these. He LOVES reading about what had happened to me while he's away. He always tries to make sure that I'm not upset when he isn't with me and if I was, he'd make up for it.
I love you Mason. We're so proud of you for kicking butt and staying strong. We knew you would. OOH-RAH!
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