Another horrendous day today. I have no hope for a better day tomorrow... I absolutely don't care what happens...
The weather matches my mood... Dark and dreary. It was hard to drive back and forth today. I had to use the last setting on my windshield wipers. That's pretty rare. I almost wanted to park on the side of the freeway and call mom, telling her to come get me. Yet that wouldn't have worked out so I toughened up and kept going.
Later on in the evening, the parents and I went to a little Asian restaurant/bar for my cousin's 21st birthday. I was the only not-over-21 person there... I was the door prop for half of the time. Then, finally, one of the owners decided I could go and join them. I wasn't completely at the bar, but I was close enough to it. I thanked her a bunch. I was able to eat and drink and talk with my family. After two hours, we went home.
Once home, mom checked the mail. I got another letter from Mason. He's not doing so well and I believe I missed his call... This letter was from Nov/11+ three more days I think. He said he'd call on Wednesday... Wednesday passed a long time ago. We never answer our home phones because all we get are annoying operators asking for our votes on things or donations. We don't want to deal with that crap! So, we wait for our cell phones to ring. If it were super important, they would call our cell phones. Nonetheless, I don't think Mason is able to contact folks through their cell phone. I think he has to contact a landline... which sucks... since we don't answer our landline phones... Now I'll be RUSHING to the phone each time it rings. I don't care who it is, I NEED to talk to Mason about our plans.
Another thing that got to me in the letter was, apparently, Mason got news that he will not be deployed because he's working on planes. I guess, one of the DI's or... whatever they're called, told those airplane-fixer-upper guys that they were a bunch of pussies since they won't get deployed.
I was seconds away from screaming...
And I don't mean in joy that my man will not be deployed.
I mean in full-blown rage...
I can't believe it. This is the reason why I HATE war, war affiliated crap; EVERYTHING like that! It's NEGATIVE! Mason doesn't need to be called that!! He is tougher than me! Tougher than ANYBODY he knows!! He's doing it for a cause, not JUST to get disciplined and built back up stronger. He should be called honorable. I'M not in the Marines or Army or... MILITARY! Call ME a pussy! A pansy ass. A loser who is weak and will ALWAYS be weak because I will NEVER come CLOSE to EVER becoming something like a soldier. I'm scared crapless towards that stuff. And I mean... CRAPLESS.
Shoot, I'm getting small anxiety attacks over Mason being gone and being treated like THAT; which I think is completely unnecessary... He doesn't deserve that crap. He should be looked up to. He should be THANKED. He's building planes/inspecting planes so the soldiers that are out in battle can have a safe vehicle to fly in. If they made that job available, then don't call them a goddamn pussy you stupid morons! However, for the OTHER platoon retards that keep screwing around, thinking boot camp is a goddamn game, THEY should be the ones getting insulted. This is the reason why Mason isn't doing so hot anymore; people keep SCREWIN' AROUND!! That's why THEY'RE in boot camp; because their parents want them to get disciplined and HOPEFULLY turned into civil human beings.
God... I wish upon those idiot jerk-offs some REAL pain without hurting the other platoon recruits... My man BETTER not get BEAT down anymore...
This'll be the only time I swear real bad on this blog but...
Don't. Fuck. With. Italian. Blood.
Period.
The military better be HAPPY that they're under the government because if I were able to just WALK UP IN THAT PLATOON and give that DI a piece of my mind, I'd do it in a heartbeat. No man, no woman, and no living THING will EVER look down upon my Mason. EVER. Unless they are brave enough to feel my wrath...
Mason... We all love you. Tell those douche-bags to go suck one. When you become an ultimate Marine, they'll feel intimidated that they ever even called you that stuff. I know I would.
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| Oryx, Namibia |
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