A New Perspective
Today was an epic adventure that began at my grandparents’ apartment. Mom had a dentist appointment and also needed to work a few hours, and since I had an appointment too, she just dropped me off at my grandparents’ in order to save gas. Grandpa was the same as usual, generally unsociable but still offering small conversation whenever he peeked out from the bedroom. Similarly, Nana didn’t change much from the last time I visited her either and is still the kind and caring person I have always remembered her to be. I also got to see my uncle, Wayne, who has seen better days and also become much more of a wise ass than I remember him being, but then again we rarely see each other, so it could be a total lack of observation on my original part. Nana, uncle Wayne and I spent most of the time talking and looking over old, old photographs of people I rarely see. I also beat Nana in a game of Skip-Bo, muahaha! I’ve still got it!
Soon afterward, mom came to pick me up for my appointment, which I have been rather vague about in this post; it was for contacts. I have anticipated this moment for years and used to badger my parents about it all the time, but it was only until recently that they were within my grasp. I managed to get in as soon as I entered, yay for slow days; and oh man, if there is any word, any word at all that can possibly describe my first encounter with contacts, it would be frustrating. I literally sat there for an hour trying to get those bastards in my eyeballs and I’m lucky that the lady who was observing me had so much patience. Both she and mom gave me demonstrations on how to put them in, and when I finally got them both in, another lady came over and said that I had to take them out. Apparently they’re not allowed to let clients leave the store until they’ve demonstrated that they can both put them in and take them out. You can imagine my irritation.
Fortunately, taking them out is far easier than putting them in, and then the eye doctor was able to see me. That was lucky too, because my vision seems to be a little bit blurry. The doctor said it was because my eyes aren’t “perfectly round” (this had me, my mom and the poor lady that was stuck observing me laughing our heads off) and also because I’m not used to them. My glasses seem so much sharper though…
I had to stand still as soon as I left the eye place because it was all so much to take in. I have worn glasses for ten years; I had forgotten what it felt like to have the wind sweep across my face without a shield, what it felt like to see everything without weight on my face. It all felt like I was seeing and experiencing everything for the first time, even the common noise of an automobile passing by seemed new, and I was so moved by the experience that I almost started crying. I’m glad I didn’t though, because my eyes were still really watery after all the poking I did to them and my complexion really couldn’t afford anymore blotches.
Mom and I went to the grocery store afterward, since we needed to buy something for dinner and she didn’t want to spend anymore money at Taco Bell for awhile (blast their delicious chalupas!) and I came too so that I could marvel at boxes depicting food with my newly found sense of sight. We found something relatively easy to make and, just as we were heading out, I spotted Chris, who graduated high school the year before I did. This is the kid who introduced me to Hellsing, DN Angel and Petshop of Horrors, so you can imagine my initial excitement. Our reunion went something like this:
Me: Chris?
Chris: Amber?
Us: *hug!*
Me: How are you?
Chris: Good, you?!
Me: I’m fine!
Chris: I work in a soup kitchen now, so I’m greasy.
Me: Ohhh.
Chris: Well, have a good one!
Me: You too!
*parting of ways*
It was really kind of sad, because I thought of asking him for contact details and decided it was better not to in a split second. I wish I could remember the reasoning behind that decision, but maybe it was better this way. After all, if we didn’t have anything more to say then, what would I possibly want to talk to him about later?
So then mom and I locate and head towards the car, and she comments that the interaction between Chris and I was extremely awkward. Just as we’re about to get in the car, some random guy with a pot belly and a beard calls, “HEY! HOW ARE THE CONTACTS?!” from behind us and I replied “FINE!” before asking mom, “How does he know about the contacts?” I originally deduced that he had been in the waiting room and witnessed the fail that was my first experience with contacts, but it turns out that he works with my dad. “Well, that was awkward,” I mimicked, and we both laughed as mom pulled into the highway.
Today was a good day.
College Reviews
I’ve been reading up on reviews written by students attending what is right now my first-choice university and I’m amazed at how many grade the school negatively. The school does look like a fortress on the outside, but really, I don’t care about the building’s aesthetics, more so the things I’ll be learning there. Then again, you’d think a school with fairly large art and design departments would be more pretty, wouldn’t you? I’ve seen hospitals that are prettier than this thing, yo.
The largest complaints appear to be social life, that the people that are attending it are generally pasty antisocial freaks that enjoy staring at their shoelaces, are glued to their computers and would rather watch anime and play video games than go to a party and/or be social.
And here all I’m thinking is, “OH MY GOD, I WOULD FIT IN SO WELL THERE!!!”
Akismet Fails
Lately I have received several hilarious comments on the entry about Chip waddling on the floor. They were mixed in with my regular comments as awaiting moderation rather than spam, and they were just… wow. Off the top of my head, some were like this:
This is great and all, but what does this have to do with pointy forks in China?
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I understand your opinion, but I don’t agree with it. I think it will take more time for me to ease into that view, but I’ll tolerate you for now.
Great review! Next time focus on something more awesome, like Transformers.
These are just what I remember and aren’t direct quotes, because I deleted them after the 20 minutes or so I spent laughing at them. I mean, really? Luckily, Akismet came out with an update today, so it should do its job better. Or at least, I hope so!
Otherwise, I’m on a major job hunt like woah. Also, this is the beginning of my college preparations here. I have my eye on a private university and, as I constantly pester friends about it, I feel like I have a good chance of getting in. Still intimidating as hell, but we’ll see. I have to make a portfolio and everything, so this should be interesting.
I’m Going Home!
Now that my floor is less cluttered, I’ve taken to putting Chip on the floor so he can have some free range time. He never really gets to walk around that much, and it’s absolutely adorable to watch him waddle around because his chunky backside shakes when he walks and he barely has any actual leg attached to his feet.
I don’t close his cage door when I take him out because he struggles when he’s in the air and his toes are incredibly sharp, which equals a stab fest on my arms. That, and I just don’t really care enough about that tiny detail.
Apparently Chip does, however, because last night (and today) I watched him wander right off the pad, sniff around, waddle straight over to his cage and jump in. Yes, he jumped in. Never mind that the cage door is two inches off the ground and guinea pigs have poor backs, but somehow he managed it. And he did it a couple times today too, which became rather annoying when I was trying to get him to eat some food that I laid out for him. Apparently he likes standing around in his own poop more.
All I know is, he’s cleverer than I gave him credit for. What else has he kept from me?!
Insert Maniacal Laughter Here
So, I’ve been fairly busy lately and getting down to serious business with my room. It was a complete disaster until mom came to me one day and offered to help me out by buying things to help organize it and stuff. If you looked at my room now compared to how it was before I think your jaw might just drop. It feels very open and clean now, an atmosphere the likes of which my room hasn’t quite seen since it was first built. I consider it done, though mom thinks it could do with some dusting and that the drawing table could be clearer. Whatever - it’s already ten times better than it was!
Other than that, I have a copy of Pokémon Leaf Green. At first the tiny graphics were killing me because I was so used to Diamond, but I’m getting used to it now that I’ve actually started playing it, whereas before I was just grabbing the starters for Diamond’s Pal Park. I’m having a lot of fun with it and it feels like I never left Red at all. I have decided that I will be giving every Pokémon I get in that game a nickname. Why don’t you try and guess who Hameln, Silver, Aero and Quinn are? A hint: I’m in Pewter City and I just beat Brock, so the Pokémon caught are all from the areas leading up to Pewter.
Oh, and I bought yet another fish on my recent shopping trip. His name is Midnight and he’s a dark blue violet crowntail with black and red fins. I feel guilty about it since anyone would’ve grabbed Midnight if they spotted him as opposed to one of the fish with a less attractive appearance. He and Regulus like flaring their gills at one another (yes, Regulus is finally doing it) and they’re both settled in their homes quite nicely. Yay fishies!
September 15th, 2008


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