twiddling thumbs

I won't be able to post anything for the next two weeks at least, because I'll be stuck in my new barracks. Whoopee-frickin'-doo. Twiddling thumbs, that's what I'll do. Just so you know. And today was supposed to be a special day, too. Maybe it's not of any significance to anyone anymore.

(I don't feel it, either.)

coincidence like a kick in the head

I've been meeting quite a number of people recently; some old, some new, some family. Some I don't even remember. And all in the unlikeliest of places. Who woulda thunk it? What a small world, indeed. Sometimes smaller than is privately comfortable, but then again if it was any other way such pleasant surprises would never happen.

In the search for love, a tarot card reading presents me with some very interesting scenarios. Basically, a hundred different mediums can read it in a hundred different ways, and honestly I'm not one to believe in this occultish stuff. I just thought it'd be interesting. The present situation sees me as being Le Mat, or The Fool. I kinda expected that. In the near future, however, justice (La Justice) will prevail. Story of my life, dude. At least, that's how it was supposed to pan out, anyway. Obstacles in my way include fortitude (La Force) for some reason. My own? That is, the lack of it? Hmm...

L'Amoureux is in some way involved with my future energies, so choice is a big factor. And sacrifice too, I'm told. This always happens, but you know, it's so vague anyway. Whatever the case, at least there's temptation and something sensual in it. Sounds like fun. But the best part? The outcome of all this is Le Monde (The World), so in the end I'll be happy and whole. This is a positive sign that I'm in a position to realize my heart's desire. Fulfilled and blessed. Happily ever after. I'm looking forward to that. I hope it doesn't involve turning into a woman and being surrounded by vegetation and some of God's weirder-looking creatures. Because that's what it shows on the card.

PLAYLIST

Easy -- Barenaked Ladies

Hand In My Pocket -- Alanis Morissette

Bang Bang You're Dead -- Dirty Pretty Things

Walking On The Sun -- Smash Mouth

Paper Bag -- Fiona Apple

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rubber gloves and catheters

So next week will be my last in military medical school, after which they'll shove me somewhere fitting. As always, I'll only know my posting right before I'm posted. A policy that has been long adhered to since perhaps the inception of the Ministry Of Defense. Ergo, no one is actually prepared for where they're going, maybe so we won't have time to protest against going somewhere before we're already there. After which there is no point in protesting. The only thing you can do, really, is to be declared medically unfit -- something I don't see myself doing.

The past fifteen weeks (wow, already?) have been interesting, although mostly unengaging. On the first day, we were given nineteen textbooks to read. Obviously, there are some I haven't even touched. I thought burrowing my nose in books was a thing of the past after getting my diploma (even if university is looming beyond the horizon, it's still a long way off). Also, I think I'm putting on weight. On the bright side of things, I aced most of the tests without much effort. This is turning out to be my mantra (the lack of effort part, not the scoring part).

I would say the hospital attachment sucked big time. The ambulance attachment was one hell of a ride. Everything else was just meh. Incidentally, is it just me or is it the norm for the military to take in surly, obnoxious halfwits with attitude problems to be trained as medics? I'm not one of them, so why am I here? I think I've been put here to be the savior of the medical department, lest everybody loses faith in us.

Much has been learned and forgotten. Much more had been taught, but the schedule clashed with my beauty sleep more often than not. Many friends have been made, and fortunately more than enemies. At least, in my head; most of them probably don't know I hate their guts. I think it's better that way -- I don't have to waste my breath or my time proving I'm right.

I think that's about it, really.

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PLAYLIST

Bandages -- Hot Hot Heat

Scared -- Albert Hammond Jr.

Another Saturday Night -- Cat Stevens

Hospital Beds -- Cold War Kids

Back in Town -- Everclear

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