ammogirl

You guys, I am stuck in my room right now and I swear it is the most boring day of my life.  See, I’m supposed to be doing dorm inspections with our First Sergeant this week, and that went well YESTERDAY, but TODAY they decided to have a mini-exercise on base, to include all the attacks.  I can’t go to work, because we aren’t allowed outside.  I can’t do dorm inspections because we aren’t allowed outside.  I can’t go get something to EAT because we aren’t allowed outside.  On top of all that, my internet wasn’t working until about an hour ago.  How does one determine if they have an internet addiction?  Would slight breakdowns due to inability to check for updates on one’s bloglist be a symptom?  "Dammit, I KNOW THEY’VE UPDATED!!!!  LET ME IN!!!!"

Anyway, this morning has been one thing after another for me - I woke up an HOUR late, tripped over a cord at the gym and nearly fell on my face (humorous for the other gym patrons, I’m QUITE sure), dropped the phone in the toilet and finally, hit myself in the eye with a toner-soaked cotton ball (and if you aren’t familiar with toner, let me tell you - it stings, when applied directly to the eye) and I did all these things before 7 am.  Since then I’ve just been sitting here, waiting.  I suppose it’s safer, seeing how it’s been going.  With my luck, I’d probably get sniped by the fake snipers if I stepped outside.

If you are wondering what I did when the phone went in the toilet, it went thusly: I panicked, said out loud "!!!What do I do!!!" and then bravely went in for the rescue.  Fortunately, it was freshly flushed.  If it hadn’t been - jeez.  After that, I just sat and looked at if for awhile, because, of COURSE, I had to use it.  I’ve been here what, 357 days and never HAD to use my phone, and the one day when I do, it’s been freshly anointed with eau de toilette - literally.  After much consideration and about 27 Clorox wipes, I deemed it…okay.  I mean - it WAS, right?  RIGHT?

I’m going to go shower again.

Auf Wiedersehen!!!

So, yesterday I figured I should probably organize all my stuff into what to pack and what to ship, seeing as today was moving day.  It sucked.  I mean, really - WHY did I need 37 pairs of shoes here?  I only wore like, five different pairs over the past year.  Ridiculous.  However, do not make the mistake of assuming I will change my habits when it comes to buying shoes - you NEVER KNOW when there will be a world-wide shoe crisis and THEN WHAT WOULD I DO? 

Anyway, the hardest thing was deciding what to pack in my luggage.  I have no idea when I will get my stuff; it’s totally dependent on a million things, and in the military, there is no such thing as "hurry".  It could be there at the end of October, it could be…January.  So you can see that I wanted to pack clothes that gave me the most variety, but also are practical - I’m not fooling anyone, we all know I’m going to be cold during German winters.  At the same time, I’m only authorized two bags on my orders.  And here’s where I interrupt myself to tell you this: When I saw John’s orders, I noticed that they read "Excess baggage authorized", and when I pointed that out to him, he said, "Well yeeeahhh, I married YOU - you came with a lot of it."  Hmph.  I know - what a jerk, right?  I have no idea what he is talking about - I’m a perfectly normal girl with no eccentricities he has to deal with at all.  Really.

Okay, where was I?  Oh yeah - so, I had to be very careful with what I packed.  It was very stressful, and involved first picking the shoes I would want to wear (hello, new boots) and then the clothes to go with them.  Once I got everything done, I shut the closet doors and banned myself from opening them, or else it would’ve been "But this!  And THIS!" and now it’s all gone so…I hope I have what I need. 

So now, my stuff is on it’s way to Germany via boat, and I’m sitting in my empty room, with only my laptop for company.  I realized I don’t have to move out of my room until October 2nd, so at least I’ll have internet.  And my own bathroom.  To make the most of both, I’ll post from the toilet.  I’M JUST KIDDING.

You guys, I leave Korea next week.

Auf Wiedersehen!!!

(My day in pictures - I thought I wouldn’t type as much, if I was posting pictures too.  Ha ha ha.)

So.  I started out my day o’ shopping by putting off getting ready until the last possible minute.  Then I realized I had not left any time to eat breakfast.  No, that does not happen regularly.  However, it was necessary to ensure getting to the bus stop on time:

Which I did.  I took the white one. 

At precisely 8:30, we stopped at this rest stop:

I normally use the restroom here, but today I took pictures.  Immediately upon leaving, I had to pee.

We arrived at Osan around 10:30, and I grabbed a taxi to the front gate, which is a few miles away.  I didn’t take pictures of this part, because I was Girl On A Mission, so I will shamelessly use John’s pictures from his February visit, and pretend they are mine.  First, the front gate:

You don’t really see snow in this picture, because it is September and was very hot today, 23 September, which is the day I took this picture.  The shopping area is behind me.

Oh.  Here:

The shopping area.  I took that picture myself.  Today.  Anyway, that store behind me is the first place I went.  I got something for John.  It won’t be ready until Tuesday, but they are sending it to me for free.  Thanks, Mike’s All Seasons. 

After that, I bought other things.  Here is a picture of the other things:

I wasn’t kidding when I said yesterday  "…not entirely above the table" or whatever it was I said that means I don’t really want to show you what I bought because I’m absolutely positive that it’s…see, I don’t even want to type the word I think it is.  So you don’t think it’s like, shrunken heads or rhinoceros sex organs, I’ll just tell you: it’s purses.  I normally wouldn’t care except there happens to be a lot of them in that particular bag, and of course I’m weird and it made me nervous.  In reality, it’s as boring as it sounds, so…move along.

To celebrate my extremely successful shopping trip and because at this point I was delirious from hunger, I had this fabulous sandwich:

In this picture the olive looks like a malevolent eye and the pickles look a bit…mucousy.  In person, they looked like exactly like pickles and an olive.  It was delicious.

That’s when I looked at my watch:

And realized I had done all that in less than 45 minutes.  AND, that I could make the noon bus home, if I ate fast.

Thank god I do:

As I was taking this picture, a random guy asked me if I wanted him to take a picture of me, and I said "No, thanks" while thinking "Why in the hell would I want a picture of me WITH the bus?" Then I realized that he was probably thinking at the same time, "Why in the hell would she want a picture OF the bus?" 

I decided not to say anything.

Then I came home.

Auf Wiedersehen!!!