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I can take physical pain, and I can take emotional pain, but I cannot take both at the same time.

I left yesterday. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't breathe, and I hurt, and I wanted my mommy so so so so much.

So I'm home, and I kind of hate myself for sucking so much, but mostly I'm glad. I'm home. I'm comfortable and not running laps in the snow while my lungs struggle to function.

I'm kind of sorry, 'cause I absolutely adored about two-thirds of my COMET (training) group, plus one of the guys was very hot. And I really liked the some of the corpsmembers I met, Jasmine especially- she reminded me very much of tricksterquinn

All of that aside... I just couldn't.

So I'm back. Hello.

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My mom said I ought to write down things about my experience. Only I'm too lazy, so I shall just make a list, since it will be enough to make me remember.

Good things:
-My COMET. My roomie, the only other girl, was not very bright and a bit of a bible-thumper, and also kind of whiny. Her boyfriend was also sucky and creepy. And there was another creepy guy too. But otherwise, I so completely adored my COMET brothers. Especially Mike and Brian and John #1, and the guys I played pool with, and the guy that helped me finish running laps when I didn't think I could.

-The food. Mmmmgood. Also given to you! You don't even have to think about it, just show up at mealtime and get handed a plate full of homey goodness.

-The scenery. Breathtaking.

-Hookline. Hookline was actually kind of fun. It's where you line up in order of height, shortest to tallest, but we had to be early or they'd say we were late, so we had to be REALLY early because it took forever to get into hookline and then count off. Well, I was always in place, but then I'm particularly good at standing around without saying anything. John #1 (so named because he was the shortest in the COMET, and thus was number one. We had an excess of Johns, so I used their hookline numbers to keep from confusing them.) was very good at making the tall (and loud) end of the line shut up and settle down and count off. I think it was because he was in the Marines. I imagine that's probably pretty good for discipline.

-SNOW. OMG. SNOW. OMG OMG OMG. I MADE A SNOWBALL. OMG.

-Brian! He gets his own bullet because he was seriously hot. And I got to stand behind him in PT (which was the ONLY good thing about it).

-Jasmine. COOLEST GIRL IN THE WHOLE WORLD EVER.

-Cassandra. Okay, she was our COMET leader, and just a little bit scary, but still cool.

-I went to Nevada! For about a half an hour. The clinic they took us too for the physicals was over the state line.

-I found out I can do eleven real push-ups.

-CAB store: soda for thirty cents? Hell yeah.

-PT becoming an in-joke within the first day. "You're letting me win at pool. Extra PT!"
Bad things:

-PT.
---Bumpees (sp?)
---Laps in the snow at 6:30 AM
---Awful legs-in-the-air sit-ups

-Extra PT and the COMPLETE AND UTTER MORONS who cause it.

-Causing extra PT for your COMET. Which you then cannot participate in because you're quitting, but you have to stand there and watch anyway. OMG. Guilt, so much guilt. (The guys were really sweet about it though, when I apologized, telling me they needed the extra anyway. Such lovely, lovely boys.)

-Discovering I have asthma and must obtain an inhaler with something called Albuteral or something. Ew.

-Norman. He was kind of creepy. Bates creepy. Seriously.

-Single beds. Not even twins, SINGLES. I mean! I sleep on a queen bed! I cannot fit onto a single. I sprawl. Much like a cat, I take up about twice as much space as I should be capable of.

-Not being able to breathe correctly.

-Hacking up yellow-green stuff, like at the end of a cold, only the consistency of the gelatinish fat that congeals around pork in the fridge.

-Not being able to cough without pain (but coughing a lot anyway, see "yellow-green stuff"), sneeze without pain, or laugh without crying because oh my god my stomach hurts. I've been trying to keep on doing sit-ups anyway, just a few a day, but it hurts. Oh, my god, does it hurt.









So that was my adventure in Tahoe.

In other news, I'm learning to cross-stitch. Yay!