Camp Anawana, we hold you in our hearts!
I've got a LOT to write about, but I'll try not to make this entry too obscenely long. No promises, though.
I don't even know where to start. Hm. Oh, I know.
Originally, my schedule for Wednesday through Friday was booked solid and I was looking forward to it. On Wednesday morning, I was going to go to my optometrist appointment for verification that my eyes weren't going to keep me out of the service and soon after, I was going to drive out to St. Cloud to visit Megs for her birthday. Thursday, I was going to hang out with Tammy and more than likely go see 1408 with her since we both have wanted to see that movie badly. Friday was the party for Nate's band.
Tuesday night rolls around and my recruiter calls me and tells me the appointment's been moved to Thursday morning and that it can't be changed. I had planned on a good amount of drinking and being out late and dancing while in St. Cloud, so waking up at 5AM to drive two hours back home with a small hangover to make a 7:15AM appointment didn't exactly sound all that exciting. Then Megs texts me, saying that she's running behind on a lot of things and more than likely will be late and that I'd have to arrive later than 3PM like we planned. At this point, I figure it's not even worth it and that it'd be easier to just reschedule the entire thing so my Wednesday consisted of playing Warcraft III and Infantry, I went running with my mother, too, which is something we'd never done before. She's 46 or so, and ran three miles straight without ever stopping and left me behind. Just a little humbling. lol I swear, Asian women don't start aging until they hit 65 or so.
Thursday morning, I drag myself out of bed at 6:30AM and meet my recruiter who drives me over to MEPS. We go in and I get processed, and me and another guy who also needs to go to the optometrist take a cab out to the clinic in Minneapolis. The first optometrist that worked with me was gorgeous. At some points, I very, very highly considered hitting on her, but it was early and I was practically blind from all of these eyedrops they put into my eyes to dilate my pupils and make my eyes easier to examine. I saw another optometrist after the eyedrops had set in and then me and the other guy headed back to MEPS.
We got our test results and I was definitely nervous about it all, thinking about the small chance of my eyes keeping me out of the service. Aside from astigmatism, which I knew I had to begin with, the report said that I also had something called "intermittent exotropia." Apparently, this is a condition where the eye involuntarily twitches from time to time. How did they come to this conclusion? Well, they administered eyedrops which made my eyes sensitive to air and light. Then they flash bright lights in my eyes and use a small device to blow puffs of air into my eyes to test the pressure of them. So, because my eyes didn't like being abused like that, I must have some kind of strange condition!
Needless to say, I wrote out a paper appealing that accusation since I've been to optometrists all over the world, military and civilian, since I was six and this is the first I've ever heard of it. Even if it does stick on my record, it won't keep me out of the service. It'll just keep me from certain MOSes that require perfect depth perception, like being a pilot, which I don't exactly want to be to begin with. The only downside to that diagnosis is that I won't be sworn in for another few weeks while my record circulates among a panel of doctors who determine whether certain people are fit for service or not.
Later that day, Tammy texts me and says she's insanely tired and that she has a lot of things going on and that she won't be able to make it that night. This is all right with me since I can more than understand where she's coming from. Carrie texts me soon after and asks if I want to go see 1408 with her at 10:30PM or so. I head out there and we go and see it and she says I screamed like a girl at one point, but I don't believe it. And neither should you! Very, very good movie. I highly recommend it. As expected, it'll mess with your mind. A lot.
I felt bad about it since it was going to be me and Tammy's movie, but she had initially talked about her boyfriend coming along, too, which wouldn't make it our movie anymore. It all worked out, though, since she went to go see it last night before she even knew I had seen it.
Friday was pretty uneventful. I never got a call from Nate about the party or any updates so I tried his cell once and then just talked and played with friends online all day. It was nice to relax for a change since instances where I'm able to are becoming more and more scarce.
I'm pretty much completely done with WoW. I've emptied my mail on all my characters, created a thread on my guild's forums where I said my goodbyes and gave reasons for my inactivity, and whispered farewells to my friends. The game's definitely given me a lot of memories.
After work yesterday, I picked Tammy up and treated her to dinner at Denny's. We always have a really good time when we're together and she's one of the few people I can truly be myself around. We've almost known each other ten years now. Just saying or thinking that makes me feel old. Bah!
I've got a lot more to say, but I'll cut this post short and spare you all. I don't feel like I'm writing... Right. It's weird. I've backspaced and retyped so many things already and I never do that. I think it's just because it's so damn hot in this office right now and I can't think straight. Ugh. I can't wait until they fix the air conditioning.
I hope you all had a wonderful 4th of July! Take care, everyone. I'll post again tomorrow, more than likely.