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| logging into xanga today was like walking into the mall close to your house that used to be the happening place when you were a teenager, but now half the stores are gone and things aren't looking that great.
of course, since my last entry in 2007, i've been facebooking and blogspotting, but the entries from this blog are where i did the bulk of my overall writting.
ok that's all for now....i should write more, but i won't now.
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| It's been about one year since my last entry and here I am back at xanga.com/imthedriver.
I considered starting over with a new blog and a new name.....but that seemed like way too much unnecessary work.
I hadn't logged into xanga for so long, it made me change my password. Apparently, it wasn't strong enough to thwart hypothetical xanga hackers who might hypothetically cause mischief in my blog.
Strangely enough, my triumphant, but most likely unnoticed return was the result of learning that my friend and former roommate, MICHAEL Y. SUNU, was now courting a young lady.
This I had to see.
Of course, the rumors were true and like we all knew, it was only a matter of time before one of THEM identified Mike's weakness which, obviously, is jjapaghetti cooked juuuust right.
All kidding aside, congratulations Mikey. Let the adventures begin!
In other news, COMLEX (board) scores still aren't back for my test date. Maybe by Monday; the waiting game continues. Let's hope it doesn't progress into the crying game.....
Looking at traffic, roads look open and clear back to Kirksville in a week. I will be packing up my apartment, saying goodbye to the 'ville and heading towards green, hilly, slightly less rural York, PA for rotations.
In sports, I continue to go to bed telling myself that I will get up and play soccer or kick around in the mornings only to....not.
Weather......I emerged for the first time in a week from sleeping in the basement and will be slumbering in a real bed upstairs, minus a pool of my own sweat. If there's one thing I will NOT miss about Chicago, it's the damn humidity. Seriously, what's with this latitude.....
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| - Baba O'Riley
Dear Diary,
This summer, I drove thousands of miles to a foreign land called Texas. The inhabitants of this place practice countless strange rituals, such as cut with abandon across grass medians from expressway to frontage road and staple posters that read "Don't Mess With Texas" on the backs of road signs.
In Texas, there are a pleh-toh-rah of folks who are armed. This summer, I had to chance to become one of them folks.
Oops, that's quite unflattering. Here is a more gallant pose:
But we're not here to kill, maim, rend, destroy, perforate, or dismember! We're here to heal the killers, maimers, renders, destroyers, perforaters, and dismember...-ers.
I think the rest of our platoon started calling 1st squad the "Lucky Bastards" because for some reason we kept pulling all the cushy duties. Here we are washing an ambulance in the motor pool. Duration: all morning.
Thus concludes my lame-ass photo tour. I leave you with some David Um Lessons Learned (DULL):
1. The Army loves to abbreviate things.....to the point of insanity (POI).
2. Don't volunteer to do things unless you really want to do it, or the Colonel is around.
3. Fire ant bites actually feel like fire - sort of like a slow burn.
4. Baby wipes and foot powder substitute quite well for soap and water in the field.
5. Everything looks badass until you do it in 110 degree heat. Then it gets old real fast. That means, for American soldiers in Iraq, things got old about 15 years ago.
6. The thought of dropping a deuce less than 3 ft. away from a chick in the next portajohn is not all that strange.....provided we both keep quiet and pretend the other person isn't there.
7. You will inevitably get shot while doing one of two things: doing something or doing nothing.
8. Regarding all things financial, nothing anyone tells you correlates with anything anyone else tells you.
9. To new officers who don't know D&C yet: Privates = Bad
10. 20 MPH on post means 20 MPH on post, peckerwood. Now beat your face.
OBC was a worthwhile experience and I definitely learned many tactics, terms, policies, and procedures that I'm sure will be completely changed by the next fiscal quarter.
In spite of that, my one overwhelming hope that I hang onto is that when deployment comes, I will remember my training, not get anyone killed, and maybe even save someone's life. Wouldn't that be grand?
For now, I'll eat my corn and be happy.
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| "I know what you're thinking, punk," hissed Wordy Harry to his new editor, "you're thinking, 'Did he use six superfluous adjectives or only five?'
– and to tell the truth, I forgot myself in all this excitement; but
being as this is English, the most powerful language in the world,
whose subtle nuances will blow your head clean off, you've got to ask
yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' – well do you, punk?"
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| saw this in a powerpoint during class here:
first thought = that's how it ought to be
second thought = index that finger, specialist
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