In which Tari is an idiot (but a cheerful one)

Ad Mundo Exteriore,

tryogeru came to kendo today. After thoroughly exhausting ourselves (and in my case, humiliating myself as well due to general weakness and exhaustion, inability to tell my own hakama from other people's, tardiness in putting on men, failure to understand how to do jigeiko, etc., etc., etc.), we treated ourselves to Peace Maker tankouban (whee!), udon noodles, and green tea ice cream. Yum. ^_^

Anyway, I suppose I should go ahead and tell my "Tari is an idiot" story of the day. You can all marvel at my utter stupidity. I think college is doing a good job of removing my egocentrism--or at least pushing it behind a healthy dose of humility. Hah. Well, feel free to go ahead and laugh at me:

So I was trying to put on my contacts before going to practice, and I managed to get the right one in and started in on the left, before realizing that I had dropped a lens. I was no longer sure which eye the dropped lens belonged to, but it looked as if my right eye's vision was slightly blurrier (my left eye has less astigmatism, so that may explain it), and so I put the dropped contact lens in my right eye. Then I realized that there was no lens in my left eye, and Tryo-chan and I searched all over the room for the missing lens. We gave it up as a lost cause, I took the right lens out, and we discussed how I could buy monthly contact lens without my parents finding out (if they knew that I had already lost a lens, they would have murdered me). Tryogeru recommended an affordable brand, and we headed off to practice. I had to put on men with my glasses on again, which was uncomfortable, and I ended up having to redo it twice during rotations. Argh. Stupid armor.

Anyway, afterward while we were waiting for Tryogeru's bus, approximately eight hours after I had first tried putting my contacts on, discovered that the missing lens had been stuck under my right eyelid all along. Eight hours. I had been walking around with a contact lens under my eyelid all day, and I didn't even have a clue until my eye started itching for no reason and I rubbed it out. I have convenient explanations, of course, but I have to admit, it was still pretty ridiculous. You all have permission to laugh at my wounded dignity. I don't really understand how it happened myself--one would think I would have felt the darn thing sooner. I managed to put the lens back in (with Tryo-chan's help) so that it wouldn't dry out while we continued waiting for the bus.

Well, thank goodness I hadn't actually dropped it. My eye must have kept it nice and moist and relatively clean too. I suppose I have the weirdest luck.

I am going to invest in monthly lenses next time. I don't want to subject my parents to a heart attack when they hear that I just threw away more than a hundred dollars. Or subject myself to a heart attack for that matter. Argh. Flimsy scrap of plastic.

Anyway, today was my day for stupid mistakes. Although actually these kinds of things happen all the time at home, as Mother will inform you (in great detail). I'm lazy and absent-minded, and Father only encourages these kinds of hilarious incidents by telling me proudly that Edison was also lazy and absent-minded (because he was too busy thinking up his next invention). If not being able to put my contact lenses in properly is supposed to make me a genius like Edison, I suppose I don't mind being ridiculous. Too bad I'm not actually a genius though. ::mock sighs::

Well, now you know that my self-proclaimed "practical" mind and "cool" head is an utter sham. But I am still a relatively neat and organized person, despite the fact that I'm really completely scatterbrained. ::tries poking brain into some sort of order::

...Tari