Sorry I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve been busy having to wake up early, go out to take care of things, etc. I had to get my passport sorted out yesterday (as in Monday, because to my clock it’s still Tuesday.) Today I had to wake up around 6:30ish, after only sleeping for about four hours, so I could go into Arlington with my Mom. She had a doctors appointment at Fort Myer (the Army post there), and I found out yesterday whilst trying to get my passport that my military ID expired. Whoops. So, I went there, got muffins for breakfast from the commisary, then sat in the hospital while my mom went to her appointment. I took a big book – The Lord of the Rings (Pauline convinced me to finally tackle it) – and read for about two hours. Then I went to get my ID card (my sponsor had to be present, so my Dad had to come in to sign a form. I couldn’t just take care of it on my own.) I had my picture taken, and thankfully that one turned out way better than my passport photo yesterday. Egads, that one was *bad*! The ID card picture is, yet again, pretty funny.
First, a little history: my last ID card had a fantastic picture on it. Not cause it was a flattering likeness, it was because of the shirt I had on at the time that picture was taken. I had on a shirt from the Aardman clay-mation show ‘Wallace and Gromit: The Wrong Trousers.” On my shirt was a poster from the show, a police “wanted” poster saying “Have you seen this chicken?” (If you’ve seen the show, you’ll know what that’s for. If not, that’s okay, it was just a wanted poster.) So, with the angle that the picture was taken, there was me on my ID card, with the words “Wanted” emblazoned across the bottom of the picture. I was a wanted woman with access to US military bases. How funny is that?
The new picture I got today doesn’t label me a criminal, it actually makes me look *really* old. As in, the photo literally looks like an old tin-type photo from the late 1800s/early 1900s. When the ID lady handed me the card I started laughing and said, “I look like I belong on a coin!” I wonder if I’d be breaking any rules if I just scanned the picture part. The picture really doesn’t even look like me, which I think is even funnier.
I also haven’t blogged for a while cause I’ve been rather upset at the world. You know how I try to ignore the news because it upsets me. Well, over the past two days I’ve caught glimpses of things, but it culminated this evening. I got an email from Robert, and he mentioned two girls who were missing and how upsetting it was. I had to know what was going on. I went to CNN.com and saw way too many headlines about way too many different kidnapping cases. But then I thought, I wonder what’s happening in England. Sure enough, BBC.co.uk was covering the disappearance of two little girls. Why has the world all of a sudden gone to pot? All of a sudden out of nowhere kids are being abducted left and right, all of them that I know of have been little girls. Probably abused, most likely murdered. It’s just sickening. The minute I see the pictures of the little girls it feels like I know them. That I’m related to them. That I’ve seen them laugh, cry. Or that they could be one of my columnists that I haven’t heard from in a while. It becomes all too personal and disturbing. Maybe it’s a good thing I get so involved and I haven’t been desensitized, but then again, it hurts me so much that my ulcers act up and that’s just not good for me.
These things keep me up late at night. Anything that involves young children being abused in any way. I end up thinking about these things when I’m lying in bed, trying to sleep. Just the other night this feeling came over me that I wish there was some other way to exist. Some other alternate reality – like (Chinese) Sam said – but you don’t have the worries of society or life in general.
Okay, now that I’ve thought about it, I just want my own little version of heaven; the earth without crap. But, on the other hand, I don’t feel like dying yet. It’s quite a conundrum. I think, basically, I just want my little family and my house in France. That’s what I want. I’m like Linus with my security blanket, the only difference is my security blanket is an 18th century mansion two hours outside Paris that’s surrounded by 60+ acres of land. 🙂
And now that I’m all depressed cause of these poor children, I’m going to try and distract myself so I can actually sleep. Thankfully I can sleep in tomorrow. Hmm, Pete and Pete or an episode of Daria? I’ve burned my collection so far onto CDs, so my collection can travel. 🙂 Woohoo!