.do i have to get naked?
My first day of the rest of my life. Or second semester. Whichever one you prefer. The day started in darkness, which is unmotivating in itself. I mean how can I possibly WANT to get up and walk around in the snow before sunrise? I'm enough of a klutz when I can see the ice on the ground but this, "let's travel in the dark" thing...nuh uh. I'm just waiting for God to speak to me through injury.
ROTC was a bit threatening. Okay, a little more than a bit. It was slightly comforting that there are more new cadets than I had imagined. Boo to the fact that I get a LAME sweatsuit that's a LAME gray and says "AIR FORCE" across the front pussily. (If pussily isn't a word, now it is). Al the second year cadets get the fierce Air Force Warmups...the blue ones with the silver "V" across the chest and the embroidered Air Force logo. I haven't even learned how to salute and yet I have this incredible desire to show them what I'm worth and work for the jumpsuit. Yet again, my shallow-mindedness (and addiction to athletic clothing) has provided me with some mental stability and determination. Funny how one mental impairment (if you so choose to classify shallowness as an impairment) can lead to something slighty more positive and domineering.
At 7:30 this morning, when I was dismissed from ROTC, went to the Dub and tried desperately to stay awake. Nothing exciting there. I'm proud of myself for being pro-active and calling Fronske for a mandatory ROTC physical *rolls eyes* What a fuckin' joke. The doc didn't do a damn thing except a little poke here, a little poke there...and I was afraid I'd have to get naked. Ha! Like Fronske even takes it that seriously...
I'm surprised I didn't get asked if I was pregnant. That seems like the trend.
Nutrition was le lame effects button number four. I don't think I was expecting it to be anything less than spectacular ...because, duh. When I think nutrition, the ONLY word that comes to my mind is spectacular. To top that off, my teacher is Korean (but I don't know if she screens her phone calls). So, I'm learning Korean in addition to medical nutrition. I think she said, "chemical" four times before it actually registered in my head what she said. Oh, well I can count to ten in Korean; I'll be fine.
To add to the excitement of the morning, I'm pretty sure my Athletic Training professor is family. Pretty sure but not 100% All the rest of her is boring.
I also journeyed to Kinko's and almost got run over by a truck, had to puddle jump and almost ate shit on the ice...numerous times. I amaze myself sometimes. Now Jasmine's got me looking up Backstreet Boys remixes...like I need another reason to be obsessed with them.
9ish years and counting.
Kevin, I will always be in love with you.
I need to go to bed. I should gym-it-up tomrrow.