Friday, March 20, 2009

He-man women haters club

Perhaps it was the way we walked in, perhaps it was the twisties in my hair. Perhaps perhaps perhaps.

I just think he didn't like women. especially small black petite ones that look younger than the daughter posed on his desk in a prom desk. Evidently he cant picture her holding an m-16.
I walked in- he said nothing- just stared looked annoyed that anyone dare step into the recruitment office and place their feet upon his sacred air force blue carpet.

"May i help you"? He looked up from the 20 year old boy that was in his office. I told him i wanted to speak to a recruiter. Sit down and wait for me to finish

The door was open. I was hearing all kinds of information. I overheard him telling the guy about basic military training, what you could bring, what you couldn't. I heard about Burger King on Lackland Air Force Base and all kinds of insider info. 30 minutes later he was finished. I walked in...silence. I had 6 questions, all of them answered with a one word answer. We were done in less than 5 minutes.

Bullshit

Monday, March 16, 2009

Is it bad to work in the library and be tempted to buy a kindle?

Monday, March 09, 2009

I cant keep my glasses clean

I haven't worn glasses regularly since the 7th grade. And since im waiting until next week(payday) to order some contacts from 1800contacts, i have been wearing my glasses for the last 2 weeks. Its a new pair. The first pair i have owned since 7th grade. With my new insurance i decided to go buy a pair. I lucked out, the entire pair was 50 dollars for me.

Theyre cute, actually fit. but there is a small problem. I cant keep them clean for the life of me. I have to clean them every 2 hours. I dont know how i spent my entire childhood wearing glasses. I remember my mom telling me to clean my glasses every other day and i would tell her that 'i could see right through the dirt'. Well now i cant. Its driving me crazy.

And my focal point is different. My peripheral vision is off. but i kind of like taking my glasses of at night. Give my eyes a break from seeing. Vision just fades into shadows.

But i havnt forgotten the joy of blindly petting the floor lookign for my glasses in the morning.