Mason and I

Mason and I

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Day 31 of San Diego

Hey, readers.

I feel a bit better from yesterday's crazy ordeal. Yesterday, my mom told me about a guy dying while exercising. Investigators claimed his heart was altered by energy drinks and that's what possibly caused his death. I immediately thought about Mason... For a couple of months, Mason says he's been cutting down on consuming energy drinks... I thought he was drinking one every other week. Maybe even one a month.

Nope.

He drinks one EVERY OTHER DAY.

In my opinion, that's a lot.

He specifically drinks Monster.

I'll stop being a hypocrite and admit I drank a lot of energy drinks myself. But I usually drink them while hanging out with Mason. Each Leave he has, we chill with a can of energy and video games. Ever since I heard about energy drinks altering hearts, I decided to quit the habit.

Yesterday, I tried to convince Mason to quit, too. But like an addict, that's Hell on earth. He states that energy drinks "calm" him. When he's down in the dumps, he has a Monster.

I saw that as a slap to the face on me.

Would he rather drink a Monster than come to me for help? Ouch...

We argued. We discussed. I pulled out the facts. It felt like he was avoiding them.

So, we're taking a break from that matter as of now. But I'm not ending it. I'll bring it up when necessary.

After a long day of bickering, I figured, "Everything seems settled. I think tonight will be smooth sailing."

I wish I was right...

When we began Skyping, getting ready to fall asleep, everything went down hill again... Allegedly, Mason was irritated with his roommate. Yet I didn't know that at the time. I realized Mason was annoyed when I didn't hear him say something to me. I asked what he said, he rolled his eyes, and repeated.

You NEVER roll your eyes at me.

I became irritated, too. I thought he was pissed off because we decided to Skype. We got into another tiff and went to bed in a huff.

But I can't sleep after an argument...

I cried. I stayed awake. I beat the crap out of myself. I thought about hanging up with Mason after he had fallen asleep, yet I left Skype alone. I didn't want to make Mason upset in the morning.

Once morning came, I still felt like crud. I was utterly depressed. Mason looked refreshed. He usually is after he sleeps. At noon, he had to do errands, and we hung up. That's when I bawled my eyes out... I couldn't handle the stress of Mason dying over an energy drink and him being irritated during Skype.

Last night, I sent Mason a text. He didn't see it until he hopped off of Skype. He explained to me why he was irritated over Skype. I felt better after knowing it wasn't me causing the issue.

You think the drama's done? Think again...

Just a few moments ago, Mason and I finished a discussion on working on a Lego project. I assumed he was going to blow money on Lego's instead of saving for our future. Supposedly, that's not the case. He wants to work on his old (already bought) projects BEFORE buying new stuff. I apologized for jumping the gun and not trusting his use with money.

What is up with the fighting? Honestly, it's tiring me out... And I'm trying my best to toss it aside to have a merry Christmas.

Please, whoever's in the clouds, send us some good JuJu juice.


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