I think I'm going to start a Live Journal.

Hoops is building me my computer cause she rocks like that.

Arabic is frustrating, I have Chapter 4 Test today. Speaking only, tomorrow is reading, listening, transcription/translation.

Itchisan

So to sort of continue this morning's half-post....

I went to medical this morning after first period because the boots from Basic have messed up my feet really bad. Like, my toes go numb and then there's pain in my big toes and in the middle of the balls of my feet...its jacked up. Anyway, so I go to medical, and the doctor examines me and then looks up and askes, "does this hurt?"

Now, if a doctor ever asks me that, it usually forebodes bad things. It did. After he was done with that ridiculus experiment he announces, "Okay, go to lab and have them draw some blood."

I was like, what??? Draw blood? Boots from Basic messed up my feet does not equal blood being drawn! He told me he thinks I could possibly have menigitus. However its spelled.

Then he schedules me for a bone scan cause he thinks that I might have possibly ruined my feet. This is dumb.

Dumb, I tell you.

The Egyptian's have a saying, which loosely translated is, "The world is like a cucumber. Some days its in your hand, some days it is up your butt."

I can tell you exactly where the cucumber is today, cause for serious, it aint in my hand!

But on to other things...

This afternoon is Commander's Cup competition. My room mate is running in it. I'm gonna be there to support her and the Navy.....hoorah, beat out them airforce and marine chicks! The Army is really the only one that have any serious competition with us, cause to pass their PRA(Physical Readiness Assessment) they have to run 2 miles--the distance the Run Teams run during CC. So the Army run team is picked based on their PRA evals. Its dumb. We run 1 1/2 miles, as does the AF, the marines run 3. But whatever. We're still gonna kick butt.

On a happy note, the doctor finally put me on "run at my own pace" instead of "no running" so I can run again. Hopefully work off those pounds that crept back post-basic.

Off to learn more Arabic.

itchisan

I decided to sew on a friend's patch instead of making Challah...I was going to make Bar Mitzvah Challah, ya know, with the cinnamon and raisons and sugar, mmmm good stuff. I know you're the best Challah maker out there, Jared....when we ran the balloon relay you kept saying "baker's fingers" (or something to that effect)

Bah, schools starting more later

To clear up some issues regarding yesterday's post: Or whenever I posted: Welch doesn't have a sexy car as far as I know. c24 is the one with the sexy car. The ASL online dictionary was for my sister's benefit. And Jared, would it work if some chick told you she had to brave the dangers of London?

Jared: You know, this last unit in Arabic has been all about travel (delayed flights, passports, bomb threats, etc.), and the unit before was all about workers in a print shop going on strike. This unit's speaking test includes describing a trip I have taken in the past (to facilitate proper usage of past-tense: verb conjugation, etc.) Can you guess what I'm going to be talking about during this test? Yup, you know it. British Airway workers going on strike!

Anyway. I have been told that since I have Mother-Syndrome (that's VanWaldick's term, she feels that I have a distinct desire for control....and if I can ensure that all people around me are happy, satisfied, well-fed, and taken care-of, then I am in control of them, the situation, etc.) I naturally gravitate toward men who, in her words, "are the alpha-male types, ones who will provide a stable environment for you and any offspring, and who have an equally distinct tendency to covet control." I'm not sure how much truth that has, but I'm definately going to consider it further. I'll update here when I decide my opinion on that.

My initial reaction is that I'm from the south and that giving people food is just cultural. Furthermore, I'm Baptist, and Baptists don't have any sort of meeting without refreshments. That doesn't equal mothing-henning someone. And as an additional note, I'm Deck PO (Naval equivalent of a RA) so naturally I have to make sure the girls on my floor are taken care of, stuff cleaned, etc. But we'll see.

I'm going to go shower cause I just ran and I'm all sweaty....and then i'm making Challah! Yay! Challah back, yo! :}

Crasch

OMG I HATE COMPUTERS I HAD THIS HUGE LONG POST AND IT DELETED IT!!

Shout out to my bro who gave me props. Johann, I love you, and miss you tons. And to my sista, Christie, here's a website that helped me tons, its awesome and like 99.5% accurate. Don't forget that sign has accents, too, and some words are signed differently than we would sign them down south.....like, cereal, rape, bug, and I think ketchup are all different.....

http://commtechlab.msu.edu/sites/aslweb/browser.htm

Anyhow, goodnight to all. Yup, there goes taps....

Oh, yeah, Welch, whats up, hot stuff?

btw, he has a sexy car.

Crasch