Oh. Boy.
This is going to be a long one.
Ok so Eric was in town and we had SO MUCH FUN.
That boy is just so damn funny, I tell you what! I just adore him to death.
We did stuff but we pretty much were glued to the game cube
the entire time. Which consisted of me doing my obnoxious victory dance
because I freakin OWN that game.

Saturday morning rolls around and Eric was acting strange.
He kept poking his head in my door and making Berklee
come jump on me (he has done that since we were little...
when he wanted to wake me up he would make my cats jump
on me or something. He is so silly!)
Finally, I asked him what he needed and he told me that my
parents had gotten in a wreck on the motorcycle.

So he told me all the details and I semi-freaked out.
I wasn't crying but I was really shaken up and worried.
Anyway, come to find that my parents got pretty beat up
and my mom is still in the hospital suffering from a broken
shoulder and ankle. Not to mention that when she first arrived in
the hospital all her machines started beeping and they called a code
blue which apparently means that they are dying.
My dad started crying and he didn't even cry when my brother
Brandon died. So it was a pretty serious deal but I don't have all
the answers yet. She is waiting to have surgery on her shoulder to
put a pin in there. Ouch.

Dad has road rash all down his right side and a seperated
shoulder. But he is so concerned wtih my mom that he has
been spending every waking second with her instead of resting.
So I bought a plane ticket immediatly on Saturday and figured out
with my teachers to miss class and what assignments to make up.
And my flight leaves tomorrow at 11:30 am.

And as if that weren't enough to stress someone the hell out
guess who is taking me to the airport?
First I must tell you how HARD it has been to find the perfect nickname
for him! Literally, Rachel and I discussed it.
Randi and I discussed it...
Here's a bit of what Randi and I came up with....



me: whats a good nickname for william

Randi: poop

me: lol I was thinking more along the lines of Mr. Ruining my life

Randi: mr you suck and i hate you until i see you again and then i want to jump all over you

me: or Mr. I want to have ten thousand of his babies...or Mr. I can't go 2 seconds without thinking of him and it makes me want to drown school teachers

Randi: mr so fucking perfect u should stab ur eyes out so its not so hard to get on that airplane lol

me: i know!!

Randi: you will prob fail if you drown your teachers.... just call him mr pretty pants or something

me: thats true.. maybe i will just slip em a roofie and then draw on their face...and then change my grade

Sooo, we didn't get so far with that. But I decided that his nickname will be based on a behavior basis. You know, kind of like a scoring technique.
Therefore, this week, we dub him... (cue drums) ... Mr. RuiningMyLife.
Not that special, however painfully true.
Maybe a bit dramatic... but whatever, I can't get the damn guy outta my head.
And when he STOPS ruining my life he will get a nicer one :)

Anyhow, Mr. RuiningMyLife is taking me to the airport.
I wrote him as a last resort for a ride.
Well not COMPLETELY last resort...I had other options. But as I started to
think about it I realized that hey, he picks me up, we can talk about shit and
BAM! Closure.
JUST what I need right now, so badly.
So come 9:15 am, I will see the face that normally makes my heart fall out my
ass and crawl back in again.
Pretty visual? It's a keeper, take it home with you.

I'm not totally sure if he will be excited to see me or if he will act
weird thus making me uncomfortable thus making me put my big
obnoxious "I don't need you" wall up and that would not be a good idea.
So cross your fingers for healthy closure and maybe a hot 10-15
makeout session... clothing optional.

By the way, have I mentioned that I cannot STAND this Jon fellow at work?
Every button I ever had, he just keeps on pushin!
Makes me want to start punching school teachers.
Preferably the math teachers.