Thursday, July 23, 2009

Glasses, Fungus (Or is it Fungi?), and the Beautiful Songwriter Meiko

So today I had my eye exam and discovered that I am near sighted and have a astigmatism. I picked out a pair of glasses, (half rimmed, square lenses) and they should be in tomorrow or Monday. I can hardly wait. Most people dread getting glasses, but I am very excited. Since I was a child I have been jealous of those lucky enough to have impaired vision. Also, I like how glasses look on my face. I remember when I was in fourth grade and Ali Ravenel officially became my first friend to have glasses and I thought, 'Wow, I want some.' Now I get them! Big WOO!

After my eye appointment I went to church and painted the back drop for VBS with my youth group. At one point I went to wash the green paint out of the brushes and it turned my hands and fingernails a rich dark green. The more I scrubbed the more I realized that this stuff wasn't coming off. When I came home, Dad poured paint thinner on my hands. All the paint came of, except for under my nails. I have clipped them, filed them, and picked at them to find that not all of it would come off. And with driver's ed tomorrow, I am scared that someone is going to see my hideous splotches of green and think, 'Holy hell! He's got the fungus!' I know I am being a complete spaz and I know that the paint isn't at all noticable, but this is how my mind works.

Turns out Dad isn't getting transfered. So every third day he must make the trek to James Island.

I now sit in bed sipping lemon water and listening to Meiko. If you haven't heard of her, look her up right when you are done reading this because she is amazing.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Event of the Uneventful

Today is Tuesday, and you know what that means? BIG BROTHER comes on tonight.

Still no word on whether my dad is getting transferred. I just answered the phone and it was the chief. I got excited, but it wasn't about the transfer.

On happier news, I found my Amy Whinehouse CD today. It was between two books on my shelf, which I rearranged today. In the process a shelf gave loose, taking another shelf with it and about forty books and countless Rolling Stones magazines spilled out onto the floor.

Speaking of books, I am currently reading a Christian fiction for my summer reading. It is called Return Policy. It chronicles three unrelated people through their everyday lives, their paths sometimes crossing here and there. There is a lot of mystery to it, so the first quarter of it was hard to get into, but its getting deeper into the plots and becoming very interesting. It has a lot of content that Christian fiction typically doesn't have. There is a English teacher that pretends to be gay and a priest falsly convicted of rape.

I love it.

Monday, July 20, 2009

The Week Ahead

This week two very big things are happening. I am going to get glasses and I am going to drivers ed.

Thursday is eye exam day. A couple months ago I realized that my sight was going. First I couldn't read the poster in Outback that was maybe six feet away. Soon after, while I was at the picnic that I told you about a few post ago, a friend of mine was waving too me, but I didn't know who she was. Couldn't make out her face. A few weeks ago I couldn't see the menu on the On Demand feature. I had to squint and strain to see what it said. All of course there have been other instances, but these are the three major signs that made me realize, I need glasses.

Then Friday I go to 911 Driving classes from 8:30 to 4:30. That's long than school. During this time I figured I'd spend about an hour or so in the classroom and then I'd get to drive.


Turns out, it is all classroom time. Eight hours in a classroom with cops. Big fun...

On another note, my dad has put in to transfer from the fire station on James Island to the on five minutes from our house. I am really indifferent as to where he goes, I just don't want him to get a captain that he doesn't like. God knows there are plenty of a-holes in the fire department and if my father were to get one of those he would probably spend a lot of time in a not so pleasant mood.

I'll keep you posted on all three of these happenings.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

A Goodbye

The Salvation Army is not just a church but a organization that reaches out to those less fortunate in the community. In the past years, probably since I was five of six, I have been involved with both aspects of the SA and during that time I've seen my share of people come and go from our church on their way through the ranks modeled after military positions.

The preachers and elders are refereed to as 'officers' and are moved about every five years to different churches so that they may help the church grow and the church can do the same for them.

About five weeks ago, our preachers, or officers, to keep with the lingo, moved to a Salvation Army in North Carolina and we received new ones. From where, I don't know.

Today, the assistant officer at our church spent her last Sunday with us before going to Texas. I have a feeling that I will miss her more that our main officers. She was much more personal and enthusiastic.

But being in this church with such an arrangement has taught me one thing, that people come and go and there isn't much you can do about it. I've learned to never get too attached to people, outside of family and close friends, of course, because chances are they will eventually go away in some way or another.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

A Little Craving

I am craving a reader. Just one, its all I wish for.

Santa: What do you want for Christmas, little boy.

Little Boy aka Bobby Baldwin: A reader.

Enjoy that creepy image of me sitting on HoHo's lap while I digress.

Considering I have no reader, no one will see that and no one with experience my disgustingly morbid sense of humor.

I think the only people who have really experienced how morbid I can be are my creatiive writing teacher and a the girl that sits behind me during that class. My teacher is forced to read the scraps of paper I hand in displaying morbid stories of machines that make women beautiful and a creature with wings made of severed hands. What she doesn't realize is that these terrible back-slash briliant ideas are born from her writing prompts, which means it is her fault.

The girl that sits behind me just likes to read what I write before we turn our papers in. I enjoy reading her's also.

Its strange I speak of this in the present considering creative writing is now the past and I will not have the class again. I know I am going to miss it, but I found my silver lining. I get to take photography next year!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Summer Days

As the humid South Carolina summer rolls in from where ever summer rolls in from, the days begin to blend together and the dates become nonexistent. The only way I manage to know what day it is it what comes on the tele at night. Like tonight I know Big Brother comes on tonight, so its Thursday and tomorrow Family Guy doesn't come on, so its Friday. The weekend is easy to spot, but come Monday I am typically lost again, but I see that All My Children is not on, so I am immediatly set straight. Tuesday, Big Brother again. And the glorious think is on Wednesday, nothing comes on, so I can tell it apart from the rest of the week.

Now that you see how my mind truely works, you may find that I am a truely complex creature to a simple point.