mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I never thought having a cell phone would be this cool! There are three truths in life. One is that random coincidence is sometimes the stuff glee is made of. The second is that my English, upon entering the Air Force, will reduce down to acronyms. The third is that you shouldn't promise three truths when you can only remember two. Let's look at truth number two first off, because you need to know about that before we can talk about truth number one. Hang with me here because truth number one will make you spit coke out of your nose, it is that good. This is a new acronym for all of you who have been following my Air Force entrance process. It has been long and slow, and I have seen very little return for all of the effort I have put in. Well... other than the 24 pounds I have lost. I've lost the equivalent to one of the Olsen twins, so go me! If you were to talk to me in person, you would hear me say something to the effect of, "Since going to MEPS twice -- the first time complete my DLAB and the other time because I couldn't do my DAT the first time -- I've had to sit around and wait for my MFW come come back from Wash. My SSgt., satisfied with my BFC, will now let me start attending DEP calls, ASAP." Don't worry. The only one I am annoying you with this time is the DEP acronym. It stands for Delayed Entry Program. It is when all of the enlisted people, waiting for their ship-off dates, all get together with our recruiters and we do things for fun. I guess it's the recruiters' way to keep us all focused on where we are going, etc. We also spend a few minutes learning new things that we would normally learn at basic training. This is when truth number one -- about how random occurances can totally make your day absolutely great -- comes into play. Let's start back about a month ago when I bought my cell phone. Then a few days later, I changed the ring on the phone to Dixie. I'm a Southern boy. It's a regional thing. A week ago, I rented a movie from Blockbuster. It was due. Back to DEP. This is the military, right? So, our DEP call was at Willie's -- a downtown Still not totally clear on the coin thingie. I'll update you when I know more. But when we were presented with our coins, we were supposed to stand at attention, take the coin, shake our recruiter's hand, and then salute him. It was more of a learning experience than a ceremony, because my recruiter would take time and show us how to stand properly, how to salute properly. It was real relaxed, but it was also my very first salute, so I was mixed with emotions ranging from proud to "I feel like I look like an idiot." So, I step up. I stand at attention. I take the coin. I shake his hand. He salutes me. I raise my hand to my brow and salute him. I'm feeling proud. I feel like a man! And then, in the middle of my salute... Dixie starts playing loud and proud! And all I could say was, "Hallelujah!" Of course, it was Blockbuster saying that they want their f'n movie. But I couldn't have planned it any more perfect. I'll just have to ensure that this doesn't happen when I am actually wearing a uniform. I think I would effectively have a new addition to my anatomy chewed into my underside. Ahh, Dixie. Old times there are indeed not forgotten. I know I promised all of yas that I would have the video from my TV appearance posted on this here diary by today. Well, I must disappoint you all and say that I don't have it. It will be at least another week. The fault is all mine. I forgot my ZIP disk today. The guy at work seemed to think that a ZIP disk wouldn't be enough. If that's the case, then you won't be getting no video. First off, I doubt you want to download over 100 megs of my silly cooking show. Second, I have only 10 megs of storage courtesy of my ISP. They would shit a brick if I uploaded 100 megs of media. But we'll see. I'll just say that I will tentatively promise you video next week. How's that? I went to the casino last Friday for lunch and a round or two with the nickel slots. I went to meet our good friend Angela the Hugger. I didn't feel like driving all the way to where she works -- an hour and a half away. And she didn't feel like driving all the way to Columbia. So, we met at the only logical place: Isle of Capri Casino in Boonville, Missouri. After we ate half of the casino's daily food budget -- not the best buffet I've ever had, but still kick-ass for $8 -- we felt the urge to go get giddy with $10 worth of nickels. We walked through the floor, and I had to keep Angela from hugging different security guards and pit bosses. We finally made it into a corner full of nickel slots. I played for a short while, and barely won anything. So, I moved around... "worked the floor" if you will... until I found a lonely nickel slot machine sitting all alone. I put in ten nickels, pressed the button. Nada. Repeated, and won twenty nickels. Played those, won nothing. Then I put in one last set of ten nickels before moving on, and I hit the "extra game" round popular amongst nickel slots. When the extra game round was over, I won over 370 nickles. That's $18 for all of you polymer scientists out there who can't do simple math. I cashed out, leaving the casino with only $3 less than I had entered. The way I look at it, lunch was only $3. The slots were free. I love casinos. I could totally become addicted. Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em. Well, now that I am wearing my nightly straight jacket, I should head off to bed. Long-ass day tomorrow. Oh. School starts in a week. My official Hell Day this quarter will be on Tuesday. So, next Tuesday, don't expect much. I'll probably be drooling and saying things incoherent. 11:19 p.m. - Sun., Aug. 18, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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