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Damn your eyes!

I went to the optomitrist today. My eyesight has weared down more than enough to necessitate another level of thickness in my glasses. With the exception of the air in your eye test, the touching your eye test, and the eyedrops/dialation thing, I really really like going to the optomitrist. They got all these weired-ass tests and these giant machines, It like pretending youre an astronaut in the '60's traing to go up into space. Then you get to do the whole letters guessing game (with my eyesight it was more a guessing game than a seeing game). The only thing that bugs me about that is that the Dr. never tells you the answers when you're done, he just keeps moving on. I want to stop and ask him how I did, was it really AFIG or was it really ZPLO? You get to go behind that lens thing and you catch yourself in the mirror and you look like some Owl taken over by the borg (yeah, check me out, a startrek reference). I got cute new glasses but I don't get them for a couple of weeks. Turns out I have astigmatism in one eye and there's a possibility of glochoma in my distant future, (which would suck but I'd get pot so there's a silver lining to everything, I suppose) I'm not going to get my panties in a bunch about it right now, though.

So yeah. This weekend I'm in. I'm researching and writing a paper. I'm not as depressed about school, and in fact haven't been since the Graduation Dinner the English Dept. had for us on Wed. I had a lot of fun actually. It actually made me a little bumbed out that I've just now gotten to know a good handfull of students and staff in the department right before I leave. (Not that I'm not ready to go, I'm sick of this paper writing thing, giving up tickets to see the Rollergirls and Go Like Hell in return for writing a paper on Spinoza on a Saturday night)Still though. I had some damn good professors in English. Even the ones that I didn't always agree with (Cumberland) or never gave me the grade I shot for (McDowell) or have such a monotone voice it was hard to stay awake in thier class (Fr. Leigh) they're all really excellent professors, that are good peeps all around and have had an impact on me. Shit, man. Part of what got me out of the depression is when Dr. Tung was smokin with us naughty smokers during the break and he told me how good my paper was and how I should keep my mind open about grad school. That made me happy. The pic of Dr. Tung, Sam (in his tuxedo) and myself smoking outside at the dinner also made me happy. I'll have to get it and post it. I also found out I have a legacy at SU, thanks to my aunt, Dr. McDowell and Jack Nickleson. I'll have to save that story for later, however.

I was a bit pissed that there wasn't any wine so I broke my dry spell afterward. Rumor was the after party party was at the comet. However, if you're gonna break a dryspell you might as well get hard liquer. (Besides there was kareoke and what looked like a big crowd) So Sam, Laura and I ended up at the Satelite instead. If you're going to break a dryspell you also might as well do it right and say fuck the well whiskey tonight, I'll have a makers mark manhattan! Which is what Sam and I drank for the remainder of the evening. People from school came by our table and went (some I knew, some, yeah not so much) and Sam and I became Jukebox nazis and filled the machine with dollars and requests of seventies glam rock and punk then made asses of ourselves (this is a few coupple manhattans into the night) singing along, which we would not have gotten such looks for if we were at teh comet for Kareoke. Good times, next day less so but the hangover went away with a little hair of the dog when the modernism class ajurned to the Comet. I said I was only going to drink at school events. Both were school events. What?

When I said "dry" I really meant "moderatly moist."

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mariposagerl
May. 21st, 2005 04:41 pm (UTC)
Hehehe. Nice 'young frankenstein' reference. ;)

The eyedrops are my favorite part. I like how it makes me look like an owl, and it always reminds me of the episode of the simpsons about Mr. Burns cheating death. Plus, I find it sort of interesting having one of the senses I rely on most debilitated for a short time. It makes me realize how much I take being able to see properly for granted.

It's really awful if they leave you alone in the room for any length of time in that state, though. You pick up a magazine and flip through it, and finally throw it down realizing what a futile endeavor it is. :p

Moderately moist is acceptable. :)
pandapropaganda
May. 21st, 2005 05:27 pm (UTC)
I don't like the eyedrops they make blinking feel weird. I thought of that simposons episode too while I was there. Homer is strangling bart and the owl lens thing is on and the optomitrist is just routinly going through the "better or worse?" while Homer throttles Bart. he he he

My eyes were still all dialate when i went to work my boss probably thought I was high.
mariposagerl
May. 21st, 2005 06:07 pm (UTC)
I didn't have any trouble with the blinking. :/

Hahaha! I hope you told them you went to the optometrist! ;)
pandapropaganda
May. 22nd, 2005 12:17 am (UTC)
I didn't actually. o_O
mariposagerl
May. 22nd, 2005 01:56 am (UTC)
Hehehe. They totally think you're a crackhead. ;)
pandapropaganda
May. 22nd, 2005 03:10 am (UTC)
the alternative was this drop which made the dialation go away but he said it caused serious red eye. I figured I'd rather be dialated than look like I was stoned.
mariposagerl
May. 23rd, 2005 01:12 am (UTC)
;)

pandapropaganda
May. 23rd, 2005 01:17 am (UTC)
BAWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

did you make one where he's in the back of the car.
mariposagerl
May. 23rd, 2005 01:21 am (UTC)
Not yet, but I will! :) Feel free to swipe it, though I am going to use it, too.
pandapropaganda
May. 23rd, 2005 01:18 am (UTC)
I can't tak emy eyes off it, too funny.
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