Here be swearing.

Those unbelieveable FUCKS.

Apparently, one of their senior medical officers took issue with some backpain I had in August, and completely ignoring the part in my records about how it was resolved and no longer causes me problems, has fucking well stonewalled my application. The kicker? [i]She’s on leave for a month[/i]. By the time I’ve pushed through an appeal against this sodding decision, I’ll have missed the window for the next round of Basic. Argh.

I wouldn’t be so pissed if they hadn’t already told me my background had checked out. God fucking dammit.

I has a Twitter.

All the inane single sentence stuff I have in mind will be posted at https://twitter.com/poptart_fairy

More substantial stuff will be posted here, thus ruling out the vast majority of my life’s work.

Good lord I’m in.

Been nudged into the next batch of recruits – army interview is going to take place in the next couple of weeks according to the gruff chap on the phone.

ohmigod.

I have short hair. wtf.

Didn’t get it shaved exactly, but the loss of my hair did provoke the three hairdresser ladies into having a dispute on who would get the honours of slicing off my ponytail.

I was half-tempted to bring it home as a souvenir.

I need a better title system.

Rar.

Hoover’s packed in, so my house is beginning to get clogged with dust. Note to self: fix as soon as humanly possible, because I do not want to live in a home where the floor crunches beneath my feet. Also, second note to self: figure out htf to remove dust filters from my Coolermaster PC case. Motherfarkers seem stuck right in.

Still no letter about my army entrance exam. Boo. On the bright side, by hilarious coincidence I found myself in the company of a serviceman during a lengthy train journey and was able to squeeze a billion bits of information from him regarding the forces, basic training and so forth. That has nudged me from being cautiously optimistic to cautiously excited about the whole ordeal. I’m not expecting a smooth ride, but all the same this definitely feels like the best direction for me. Unfortunately I think I’m starting to cause a rift in the family over this. Greh.

Although on a completely unrelated note, I’ve spent all of today doing nothing but following threads on the SomethingAwful forum regarding breasts and the perfect formation thereof. As you can probably tell, today has been exceedingly dull and unproductive for me. On the bright side, come wednesday my mining barge in EvE will be ready and I shall lol the living hell out of space rocks.

Holy crap I’m a Goon.

I think so. Technically. Maybe. Not sure signing up to the SomethingAwful forum is enough to grant Goon status in and out itself. Still, I am nonetheless terrified because within seconds I had made an arse of myself by using a brand new account to ask about the Goon Swarm EvE corporation. Whoops.

Note to self: only make such enquiries when you’ve broken out of your anonymous newbie status.

MMOs cancelled.

Whoop whoop. Realised I had a slight problem on discovering I had FIVE seperate games active. Christ on a crutch.

On advice from Zortel, I’ve cancelled them all and digged out a few old singleplayer games. I’ll worry about focussing on an MMO when I figure out which one I want to spend more than five minutes in.

/edit – Holy crap, spend five minutes in LOTRO to finish something for the evening and spend two hours helping a newbie. AN INTERESTING SIGN.

Of lethargy and me.

So with my medical forms finally being sent off to the recruitment centre (now I just wait for them to send me back the date of my army entrance exam – something I wasn’t expecting to come around for another half year at least!), I think I’ve finally nailed why, exactly, I’m so rather bleh about MMOs and writing and roleplay in general.

I might not be able to enjoy them several months from now. D:

Put it this way: with basic training going on for twelve weeks, that’s a significant amount of time away from any friendships or communities I’ve been involved in. It’s also an absolutely massive gap to leave in the middle of any potential writing projects. With that in mind I don’t really feel capable of maintaining an MMO subscription and feeling like it’s worthwhile; at the end of the day I’d just be leaving them all over again, and suffering that enormous blank spot where I’m busy getting shot and shouted at by angry men with berets and moustaches.

Not expecting to be cut off from the entire world of course, especially once the training itself is over, but even so…it rubs me the wrong way. I can’t seem to settle down and enjoy multiplayer games due to this, and it’s irritating me. I’ve become pretty wishy-washy and indecisive about things, which is not at all constructive.

Though, that said, I’m actually tempted to give EvE online another shot given the recent update it’s had. Start basic training? Plonk a major skill tree to start levelling up. Pop off to Iraq? Start a big research project in-game and let it run. Get shot or step on a land mine? Um, hope the list of game and internet passwords reaches Zortel so she can make something of my remaining ISK (would be an interesting addition to the Will I have to say…).

I don’t know. Maybe this lethargy will pass when the recruitment officer gets back me and it sinks in for real. As I said, though I don’t expect to be cut off from the world I really need to do more research on what sort of contact with friends and family I have. At the risk of sounding like an incredible dork, a barracks without internet access is likely to be the most frightening aspect of the military for me.

Crap’s sake.

Once I’m in the army I need to get promoted post-haste, lest I be forever condemned to a lifetime of being mocked as Private Ryan.

Precioussss.

Thought for the day: being forced to watch ‘Is My House The Best In England’ at my grandmother’s has instilled within me a huge desire to reactivate Lord of the Rings Online. Damn you west countryside and your insidiously beautiful atmosphere.