Day 68 of Boot Camp

I have learned another lesson. I shall never get excited over something that seems too good to be true. Why?? It's common sense! Something too good to be true is usually just that; it's TOO good to be true. So, it won't happen.

I got a letter from Mason today. Mason claimed he wanted to go to WA first and then around Xmas, we'll go down to OR. Well, here's the problem: uncle Troy and aunty Amber will be home by Dec/21st. This is based on memory and you know how horrid my memory is... With that being said, I'm concluding Mason wants to be down there around that time which means we won't have their house all to ourselves... I wonder if he got my letter stating I am able to stay with him in the house while the zii e famiglia are out of town...

Ubber disappointed if that's the case. I was hoping to have some quality time. I guess not.

But, I won't write back like a nagging girlfriend, saying I wish for it to be MY way and we head to OR first... It's about time I stop doing that. Goddamn my independence...

Oh well. Life's a bitch. Like I say; Mason is doing good. That's all that matters.

Lately, I have been playing the Sims 3. I took a break with Pewds and began building my society. I only have The Sims 3 Pets. I want all the others (except for the Katy Perry one. I don't have much of an interest in it. Yet if someone does buy it for me, cool - another add-on to the collection). It would be neat to have the entire series.

The Sims is a nice getaway. My parents are being annoying nowadays and so, I envelop myself in the Sims where nobody annoys me. Not even IMVU could do that. Nor Pewds (Sorry, Pewdie, but you do somewhat get on my nerves from time to time).

I think my parents are losing it. My mom is acting like a child and my father is acting like Captain Obvious (Stating everything that is obviously obvious...). I'm right along side them. I hardly smile anymore, I lost my spunk, I don't care for TV any longer and my family is getting me angry. Here's an example: My grandpa (though he was half-way drunk) and dad were pretty much making the life of a military wife/girlfriend humorous. I guess they were kidding... yet THAT kind of "humor" isn't in my vocabulary. Grandpa was cackling away and telling me how I should quit being so sad over it. Then dad adds in, "Yea... wow... the life of a military wife must be hard..." prior to giggling with grandpa. Grandma joined in somewhat but... her and mom have a strange "disorder" where they think everything is funny. Keeps them positive. Wish I had those kinds of genes. Instead, I got anger management, anxiety and depression. Lovely combination, right?

So... yea... Another day where I just wanted to shoot myself in the foot to ease the pain in my heart and in my brain. At least my parents aren't like what they used to be; acting as if sadness was a SIN! We had to be HAPPY around EVERYBODY and always be CHEERFUL and have a SMILE on our FACES!! We had to be ROBOTS!

... To tell you the truth, this still happens every once in a while...

I hate it when I have to shield my feelings. It's like if I do show them, others won't be able to handle it.

Sorry... I'm a human being. Humans have feelings and we tend to show them. It makes us feel better. It doesn't make us feel like we're foreign if we are showing fear over something even though someone else isn't afraid of it or anger when someone else isn't angry over the same thing.

Can't we all realize that there is such a thing called, "Feelings"? Can we cease the apprehension of forcing them to hide?

I'd appreciate it.

Cappadocia, Turkey

During a lovely sunrise in autumn, the view from the sky was wonderful at Urgup, Cappadocia, Turkey. The colors are going from green to red in a spectacular moonlike landscape.