Maximize Your Potentialosity
So yeah, I entered Basic Military Training back in the beginning of May. Aaaaand I've been there ever since. My original graduation date was the twenty-forth of June. My actual graduation date after getting recycled in my second week and then getting stuck in Medhold? July 29.
Too much has happened to speak of in one sitting. I'm in Tech School now, running in between briefings and setting up my dorm room and hopefully starting on laundry tonight and dodging physical training (not really; apparently linguists do very little PT) while eating Anthony's Pizza with my fellow Basic escapees- I mean, 'graduates'. I have to be waiting 'between the wings' in forty-five minutes for some briefing, don't know exactly what. But here I am, sitting in the post library typing sloppily into a small computer that won't even unlock the Start menu.
Before I left for Basic, I was in some sort of emotional stupor or hang-up or something. Like my inner me was constipated and I couldn't emote beyond weak and feeble attempts to perform basic social functions, i.e. smiling, laughing, crying, cursing, expressing horniness. Whatever, I was low-key, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. I couldn't even summon up the energy to leave a goodbye, see you later on this LJ account.
But I did think about it. I did. Quite a bit, actually. I considered what I'd say, coming up with amusing anecdotes from my final days in North Carolina and clever remarks about how best to browse for internet porn, considering my efficiency at it. I actually had the final week planned out. But nothing ever came out of my finger tips when I settled down to get the words flowing.
It's no secret that I hold bizarre update standards. It's no secret that I suck horribly at updating, and for this I'm no longer going to apologize to anyone with the exception of my sister cause, well, she paid for words she never got. And yeah, sure, it was only five bucks. But a fiver is a fiver and dammit, she should've gotten some quality out of that generosity. So that entire time I was near emotionless and unable to shit words, reading George R. R. Martin and watching marathons of Buffy/Angel, I had this one phrase stuck in my head. This one phrase that followed me into Basic. It followed me through Zero Week, where I was called by more than one TI, 'one of the worst turds/shits/wastes ever to attempt to cross into the blue'; through recyclation(a word at all?), where I sat in a holding room in CQ and fell asleep only to be woken by the shortest, most straight-forward nightmare I've ever had; through four whole weeks of medhold, the only truly disparate place at BMT; through my last flight which was filled with jerks and astoundingly stupid people; and through graduation.
Finally, it's followed me here. Maximize Your Potentialosity.
Why? No idea. But it made me smile when I needed to smile and get up when I needed to get up.
So I've updated. Yay me. Go team.
Cursed SUCKED.
Too much has happened to speak of in one sitting. I'm in Tech School now, running in between briefings and setting up my dorm room and hopefully starting on laundry tonight and dodging physical training (not really; apparently linguists do very little PT) while eating Anthony's Pizza with my fellow Basic escapees- I mean, 'graduates'. I have to be waiting 'between the wings' in forty-five minutes for some briefing, don't know exactly what. But here I am, sitting in the post library typing sloppily into a small computer that won't even unlock the Start menu.
Before I left for Basic, I was in some sort of emotional stupor or hang-up or something. Like my inner me was constipated and I couldn't emote beyond weak and feeble attempts to perform basic social functions, i.e. smiling, laughing, crying, cursing, expressing horniness. Whatever, I was low-key, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. I couldn't even summon up the energy to leave a goodbye, see you later on this LJ account.
But I did think about it. I did. Quite a bit, actually. I considered what I'd say, coming up with amusing anecdotes from my final days in North Carolina and clever remarks about how best to browse for internet porn, considering my efficiency at it. I actually had the final week planned out. But nothing ever came out of my finger tips when I settled down to get the words flowing.
It's no secret that I hold bizarre update standards. It's no secret that I suck horribly at updating, and for this I'm no longer going to apologize to anyone with the exception of my sister cause, well, she paid for words she never got. And yeah, sure, it was only five bucks. But a fiver is a fiver and dammit, she should've gotten some quality out of that generosity. So that entire time I was near emotionless and unable to shit words, reading George R. R. Martin and watching marathons of Buffy/Angel, I had this one phrase stuck in my head. This one phrase that followed me into Basic. It followed me through Zero Week, where I was called by more than one TI, 'one of the worst turds/shits/wastes ever to attempt to cross into the blue'; through recyclation(a word at all?), where I sat in a holding room in CQ and fell asleep only to be woken by the shortest, most straight-forward nightmare I've ever had; through four whole weeks of medhold, the only truly disparate place at BMT; through my last flight which was filled with jerks and astoundingly stupid people; and through graduation.
Finally, it's followed me here. Maximize Your Potentialosity.
Why? No idea. But it made me smile when I needed to smile and get up when I needed to get up.
So I've updated. Yay me. Go team.
Cursed SUCKED.