Gang life in Walker, Texas Ranger probably isn't indicative of how it really is.

Camp Lejeune, N.C.

It's a long, four-and-a-half hour drive back from Atlantic Beach. But about halfway through you hit what I can only imagine to be the town near Camp Lejeune. Every time I pass this town, the roads are riddled with green-and-brown tinted Jeep/Hummer cars, the soldiers driving with their elbows sticking inches out their windows. Hell, if I were a soldier, I'd revel in the drive, too. When I was passing a caravan the other day, I fleetingly estimated how much longer they had to drive, and hoped, still half-consciously, that they could just keep on driving forever. Today, though, there were no caravans. The evidence of the war (or war, sans article, or 'security' for you patriots out there) was in the air -- literally. There were these amazing planes, which resembled even more the birds that were flying around, diving in front of my car, than regular planes. They were diving up, down, into nothing, and then leveling out to, I assume, land. There were others, too, but I don't think they were the same kind. A bit more boxy, they flew in groups of two.

So I have a new mission: Fly a jet fighter plane. Imagine how amazing it would be. There are some schools in Charlotte that look legit. If I can't fly a jet -- and I'm not really willing to join the Marines, although if I did have to join the armed forces, the Marines would be my first choice -- I can at least fly a plane.

I've never really understood why these types of ideas or dreams were deemed crazy. When else will I be able to fly?

In other news, House was intense tonight. And the next episode looks even more trippy. I'm going to need to watch that with someone; this time I'd TiVo'd it, and watching it alone at 12:30 a.m. wasn't the best choice. Especially following the Gossip Girl thriller, which was exceedingly shocking.

In other other news, I've got an eye exam Wednesday. The only time I've needed glasses was in 6th grade, when I faked the exam to get a pair. And then I lost them. Or left them in the backyard? I don't know. Anyway, I do want some now. But I don't know if I'll have to fake the exam.

Oh! Poll time.

Which glasses should I get, should I need to, and provided it's after June 1 so the frames won't break my bank account.

One, in green or brown
Two, in copper
Three, in brown
Four, in tortoise

Sweet. I hope I need glasses now, or that whole search will be very disappointing.