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Impatiently waiting... [Jun. 11th, 2009|10:56 am]
[Current Location |Mocksabahng, Korea]

So, I've done the math, which is, you know, kind of crazy. And almost.. I don't even know. But anyway, today is my 1699th day in the military. One thousand. Six hundred. And ninety. Nine. If I would have waited one more day, I could have said it was my seventeenth hundred day. Doesn't make it any better, but still. Either way it's a really long time.

Speaking of long times, I"m sitting here, in my room, going insane because I can't wait for these movers to come. I know there is so much more that I should let them take with them, but I think I may be going over my weight limit as it is and I really don't know what the hell to do. I mean, I have like and apartment worth of crap that I have to send overseas. Yikes.

And the movers are down stairs, unpacking someone else's shit right now. Or they were. I was watching them from my sixth floor window. Stalkerish? I don't know.Meh.

Anyway, I have like seven more days here... And they are going by pretty quick. Although I know.. abso-fucking-lutely KNOW that next week is going to go by so freaking slow. Shoot me. I'm leaving next Thursday and you know, my family doesn't know when I'm coming home because I want to surprise them. My mom is going crazy.. which makes this more fun. I can't wait to come home.

She should be done with work by the time I come home, so I think I'm going to send her a text message with a picture of the house and be all like "guess where I am". It should be good. Epic even. I just don't know if I'm looking forward to the tears. She always cries when I come home.

Last year, I came home and went to visit her at work, because that's were she was - obviously - and she broke down in the middle of the restaurant... "Um, hi everyone. I'll be your waitress for the day, place don't mind that mascara running down my cheeks, my daughter's just came home from Korea. She's in the army. Shhh.. let me tell you her life story."

Ah, shades of my many visits home in the past five years. We all just conveniently forget about the time she called me while I was home for a week, screaming at me to come bail her out of jail. Or the time that I came home for Christmas only to find that my father had stolen my truck. Aren't we a loving family. We just ignore the bad shit. Oh well...

Anyway... 7 days and counting