And Australia's like...

I hate it here. I wanna go home. In other news, the docs never figured out what's wrong with me and apparently they don't care: instead of actually "looking into" what's wrong with me they upped my meds. I hate pills! So the sea-sickness on land has not improved at all, and the meds that were supposed to make it stop, didn't...so yeah. Basically the meds just made me not care that I'm dizzy anymore and gave me a really bad fucking headache. But at least my classes are boring...the first few weeks they teach us all the english we should have already known (I already knew it) that most don't. Example: what is a subjective complement? or what is the object of the preposition? You know, basic stuff...haha. And we get to do it all week! yay. *unenthused*

I need a break from all this crap. I wanna see my friends again...I kept hoping that they would tell me to go on convo leave, but the Major said no...b/c if they recycle me this early they might change my job...big deal. At this point, I'm not sure I really care anyhow...I didn't wanna learn the stupid language they picked for me anyways. It sounds like somebody's trying to hawk a loogie everytime they speak...who really wants to talk like that? I mean really?

I need beer...think I'll get some on the way back to the b's...but maybe I shouldn't. It's a school night...heh. *teasing mocking voice*

Please advise: One single white female seeks somebody to hit her in the head a bunch of times with a hammer just so she'll feel something different than nothing. Must be willing to listen to whining and carry her around when she's in too much pain to walk. Recommend that they don't come with own emotional baggage cuz she will be most unwilling to carry it for you.

Humm...can you tell what kind of mood I'm in? heh heh