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23 June Finally, the Vulcans- (Sorry for taking so long) - And now it is completed. We have on board, right this very minute, every single ambassador that is supposed to be here. It took so long to get them all, but now it is done, and we can go to our mystery location coded "Babel." Isn't it grand? Vulcan was out last stop, and now we can finally get this thing over with. And I can't wait. All this stress has probably given me an ulcer. My stomach has been eating itself, and although I don't have any holes yet, I think I'm close. I've been eating Tums like candy, and taking Prilosec every day. And my stomach is still churning. All this guard duty, and escort duty, and watchman duty.....it's driving me insane! I feel like I'm a bouncer or something, making sure only the right people are allowed in certain areas! And not just that, I feel like a babysitter! I've babysat more times than I can count, and I don't like to brag, but I am GOOD at it. I'm good with people, and I'm good at handling people, even the annoying spoiled ones that never grew up. I could be a really good mother, I think. But I didn't know that it would come in handy when working on a STAR SHIP! MY GOSH! These ambassadors are like spoiled children who can't get along, and they act like children. And although I haven't separated them into corners yet, I've had urges on many occasion to give them SPANKINGS! But.....that's not a babysitter's job, so I push that urge out of my system as fast as I can. However, I have gotten very adept at separating them. Good thing too, because sometimes their arguments can get so heated, I fear war is going to break loose. Frankly, it scares me and the other security. And I have a feeling it's just going to get worse as we get close to our destination. Who knows what's going to happen now? I may actually have to start separating them like bad kids and sending them to their rooms! Only......I don't have the authorization for that....I just have the right people skills to make people like this listen to me and actually do it. Which is handy....but I'm not willing to risk my head just for doing it. I'd get in such big trouble! Anyway, my break is over, so it's back into the warzone. I mean, babysitting job. Sheesh. These ambassadors need to grow up. They're worse than.... Wait.... Is that a Red Alert!? I KNEW something like this would happen! Gotta go. Something must have happened. I have to go to my station. No time to say anything else. Hagelin off. 15 May Journey to....Babel?"Babel?" What kind of code name is "Babel?" Seriously. Couldn't Starfleet come up with something more creative than code-name "Babel?" *shakes head*. My goodness. We are running out of creativity, aren't we? Okay so there you have it. Our mission of escorting-while-protecting-and-inhibiting-fights-by-the Ambassadors has been official code-named "Journey to Babel" but Starfleet, and is currently in progress. We have 14 more ambassadors to pick up before heading to said undisclosed location called Babel...which....probably isn't even called Babel. Or maybe it is. I don't know. I still think it's a lame code name. They could have chosen something more mysterious! Like...........Krypee. Journey to Krypee. People would wonder "what does it mean?" when it doesn't mean anything. It sounds more mysterious to me. Nevermind. That's beside the point. I just signed on to talk about how things have been going lately. Guarding behind the refreshment table is probably the hardest job that we security have to face. We take turns at it, you know. We stand there behind the table with our hands clasped loosely behind our back, watching all things alive and un-alive with a rigid posture and unmoving expression. We stand like stone, only our eyes moving, and we do not smile. We just watch. And when someone who is not authorized to get a snack from the refreshments tries to sneak one, we move with ninja-like-skills to apprehend them. And if an argument breaks out next to the table, we silently step up and guide said troublemakers to a different section of the room, and go back to work. At least...that is what is supposed to happen. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. Standing silently and rigidly is hard to do when you are trying to keep from laughing, and even harder to do when you are trying to keep yourself from stealing snacks. And moving with ninja-like skills is hard to do when the room is crowded, and you don't know exactly what to do when you get there. This has been my experience so far. And I'm not saying that I'm a bad security guard, or that things are out of hand. Sure there have been some arguments, and there was the time one of the ambassadors threw a piece of food at another ambassador, and we security had to step in and stop a food fight, but for the most part things have been calm. It's just that among the security, we do our best to stay entertained....and staying entertained is what causes us to lose control. Let me elaborate. As I am guarding behind the table, I have two other security guards near me. We watch and glance at each other, all wondering how we can make fun of the ambassadors without getting caught. I manage to hold my imposing posture longer than the others at times, until someone leans in and whispers a comment like "See that lady's hair? It looks like Nancy....". Nancy was that alien creature that posed as Dr. McCoy's old true love a while back. Upon hearing such a statement, we all strain to catch a good look, and snicker amongst ourselves. Then it's back to work. Other times, I'll notice unauthorized personal sneaking up to the table, and I'll have to send them off. When I get back to my spot, I'll find that the very security guards that are supposed to help me stop this sort of thing from happening have snuck something and stuffed it in their mouths. Of course, I'll glare at them and lecture them, and threaten to report them, but all they do is grin with triumph. They love to get me riled up. These sorts of things go on and on. What can I do? I do my best of course, and sometimes I get cross. Riley sauntered in at one point, grabbed a cookie right in front of me, smirked, and stuffed it in his mouth. He completely ignored all of my ordering him to leave. "Sorry Hagelin," he told me with that sly smirk of his, "but you don't rank me." He winked, trying to act Irish or something, and then sauntered out again. I caught him doing the same sort of thing several times, and at one point I got so fed up, I personally escorted him out the door. Not only did I have to prove that despite his being a good ten inches taller than me, and a heck of a lot stronger than me, I can and I will demonstrate enough force to get him out. Ah yes, Martial Arts can teach you all kinds of things. I felt rather proud when I came back in, glaring at everyone who had made a move toward the table, and assumed my position. Literally everyone was staring at me like I was out of my mind. "You could lighten up a little," Meyers told me scoldingly. "It's not like we're actually doing something terrible wrong..." I complained a little, but then decided to let it go. They can act like that if they want to, but I'm going to do my job.....while at the same time try to keep from collapsing on the floor in laughter when I discover something funny about the ambassadors. I tell you, some of the conceited things they say about themselves are so funny, that they're almost an insult instead of a brag. It's hard to keep a straight face. So my break is almost over, and it'll be back to work. I guess I should go then. I'll bet more sweets have been snagged in my absence than any this entire day. What a ridiculous crew, I tell you. I may be the biggest goof-ball on this ship, but sometimes I feel like I'm the most sane person around! Guess I'd better go! I hear that I'll get to see the higher-ranked personal in the Lounge now. They have access to the refreshments. Which means I'll have to keep a closer watch on who's sneaking what. At least the Captain will be there. The security are ALWAYS more serious when he's around. Me, I try to be more invisible. Sometimes I wonder if he even knows I exist. Hehehe. I hope not. But we'll see. Rumor has it that everyone knows at least something about me, since my little cyst problem was the most interesting thing to happen all last week. But then again, maybe not. So that's all. Wish me luck! Ensign Hagelin, sigining off. 14 May New MissionGood Morning, felon fellows. (Not that any of you have committed any felonies lately...) Today, I managed to convince my superior officers that I am indeed FINE and quite able to go back to duty. Cyst-bursting-pain only lasts so long before all the fluid is reabsorbed, and I was feeling right as rain for a while. It just took until today to convince everyone that I am NOT sick, I DON'T need any more pain killer, and no I do NOT think it's very funny that someone tried to get me promoted. Boy did I have to weasel my way out of that one! I've tried too hard these past few years to stay invisible on this Star Ship, because I don't want to die. But it's becoming harder and harder the longer I'm here. Chekov keeps trying to tell me that eventually I'll be a Lieutenant, and that I'll have to beam down for field duty. Hah! I told him that the day that happened, I'd gladly beam down. "As if," I rolled my eyes. "What have I done to get a promotion? Besides, why would you want me to rank you, anyway?" "You wouldn't," he shrugged with a smirk. "I'll still be on the bridge, with higher responsibilities. You're just security." I pinched a pressure-point for that one, and had him yelping. Then I grinned, and it was back to work. Most of my days are like this. I get into some kind of argument or something, and usually end up picking on Chekov. No wonder he wants to get back at me so bad. Am I getting sidetracked? Yes. Yes I am. Okay that happens WAY too easily to me. This whole entry is probably downright confusing. Where was I again? *reads headline* OH YEAH! Our new mission. So here we are, the lovely Star Ship Enterprise, picking up random Alien ambassadors for some big vote. It's a very important mission, and we're not even allowed to know where we are taking them. I have a feeling that, with this ship's AMAZING luck, something terrible is going to happen. So the Head of Security decided to double security. There are security posted in all the halls, around the rooms that the ambassadors are staying in, in the lounges, cafeterias, rec-rooms, you name it. Wherever an ambassador MIGHT go, there are double security there. There is a lot of unrest between the ambassadors, and from just the four that we've already picked up, there have been some arguments so heated that if security were not there, they would have been at each other's throats. And let me tell you, an Andorian is not someone you want to have at your throat. My assignment is to be stationed in the rec-room that has been set up as a common room for the ambassadors, with refreshments and cushions and everything else that makes it seem like a hospitable room worth lounging in. It's nice. My job is to stand at the back of the room and make sure no fights break out in my section, and to make sure that no one sneaks snacks from the refreshment table. It's hard, cause that's what I want to do. But I'm better at holding off than some of the others. Right now I'm taking a break, but I have to go back to my station in less than a minute. We've just picked up two more ambassadors, and we've got almost a hundred total that we have to pick up. This is going to be a nightmare, I'm sure. I wonder how my roomy is doing? She doesn't have to be as in the thick of things as I do. I wonder what she thinks about all this? Maybe she'll get to meet the Vulcan Ambassador. If I meet him, I'll have to introduce her to him. hehehe....... Better go. I'll update later! Bye! Hagelin, signing off. 11 May Cyck Bay- (Sorry it takes so long for me to update. Crazy stuff going on. Oh well.) - I had a choice to make. Either suffer through my pain and possibly make things worse, or go to Sick Bay and get treated. I decided to do the smart thing for once. Surprised? So am I. And a little disappointed too. I was lying on the floor to my room, letting out little moans every now and then, when Allison Meyers, another Security Officer came to visit me. She took one look at me, and then informed me that we were going to Sick Bay. I couldn't complain, otherwise I would have. haha. She walked me to Deck 5 while I pointedly ignored the stares I was given for limping and sweating in attempt to cover up how much I was hurting. By the time we made it to Sick Bay, I was grateful to be there. I could not have worked that day if I wanted to. You know, something I am grateful for is that on a Starship, the Doctor already knows who you are so you don't have to fill out all that information that's required at a regular Hospital. It's all on file already. So when Allison dropped me off in front of Christine and said I was in need of some "doctral assistance" or some made-up junk like that, all I had to do was say why I was there. Before I knew what was happening, I was being escorted to one of those annoying doctor beds. Christine filled a hypo with some pain medication, gave me a small smirk, and infused the medicine into my arm. Within a few seconds I began to feel....how should I put it....woozy. I began to lose all track of time, and I felt completely detached from myself. It was kind of like floating in a soundless bubble inside my body, and yet not being able to feel my limbs. I could still move, something I had to make sure I could still do, and I could still think. At least, I thought I could. Every few seconds I would close my eyes, then open them again. Each time I opened them, a different person was in the room. It was like I fell asleep with each time that I blinked. Looking back, I probably did. "So it was a cyst," Doctor McCoy confirmed, his voice surprising me out of nowhere. I opened my eyes to see him bending over me, and gave him a quizzical look that asked him how he had gotten there without my knowing it. I could swear he smirked in amusement. "There was a little bit of internal bleeding, but not much. It's mostly reabsorbed now, so you don't have to worry. I recommend resting for a few days, and I've sent an order to the Head of Security to let them know that you'll be off work for a couple of days." He shook his head, his smirk turning into a scowl. "Just what do you think you were doing? Trying to work when you could be bleeding? Why didn't you come in yesterday? Or the day before? Are you stupid?" I felt a small smile creep onto my face, and I could do nothing to stop it. "Probably," I said in a vague voice. I figured the pain medicine was doing weird things to me. "At least that's what people tell me." I struggled to keep my eyes open, and placed a hand on my stomach. I could still feel the discomfort from the pain. The medicine made me less aware of it, and detatched from my body, but I was still hurting. It's another thing I have to deal with. Pain medication doesn't always take away my pain, and sometimes it ignores the pain completely. It just makes me feel weird. "It hurts," I told McCoy lamely. "Of course it hurts!" He muttered under his breath, then called Christine over. Then he pointing to me athoratively. "Listen Hagelin, if you have problems like this, you need to come in. Or do I need to report you?" "No..." I mumbled, feeling a little annoyed. "I just have to deal with this every few months, and I figured it wouldn't be that bad this time. I don't know....it's not always this bad." "Well next time it happens you come in here right away and I'LL tell you if it's bad or not!" He grumbled a few things, then began to walk away. I could just hear him as he moved out of my hearing range. "Ridiculous. Not that bad. That's level 6 pain right there! One of our better security officers too from what I hear...." I couldn't hear anymore after that, but what I did hear made me surprised. "Only level 6?" I muttered, a goofy smile spreading on my face. "I'm used to level 7 or 8." A twisted chuckle escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes. Two seconds later I opened them in surprise when Christine stuck another hypo to my arm. "What are you...." My eyes drifted closed and I began to wander aimlessly through a semi-conscious state where time has no meaning, and I couldn't feel anything but heaviness in my limbs. When I woke up again, I discovered that I wasn't alone. The Head of Security was peering down at me. "Waddup?" I mumbled. I noticed vaguely that my body was numb and itching......but my stomach still hurt a little bit. "And what are you doing here? Did I get in trouble again?" Mr. Hart raised an eyebrow, looking mildly amused. "No," he offered with a chuckle. "I came to see how you were doing. Dr. McCor contacted me and told me what happened. If you were in this much pain, why did you show up for duty in the first place?" I shrugged. "Cause I felt like it. I don't like wimping out. And I like the Sick Bay even less." A smile accompanied my confession. "Well next time I expect you to alert me at once, and report here immediately. Is that understood?" "Sir, yes sir," I smiled and saluted. My eyes closed involuntarily, and when I opened them again, he was gone. However, a few other people had taken his place. Riley, Johnson, Mallory, Meyers, Sulu, and Chekov were all in the room, grinning at me when I opened my eyes to look at them. Their seemingly sudden appearance threw me off, and I blinked in surprise. "Whaaaa?" I stuttered. "What's going on here?" "You're right," Sulu grinned at Johnson. "She does wake up if you stare at her long enough." "Hey Hagelin," Johnson laughed at my surprised and confused face. "Meyers told us she found you passed out from pain and that you were here. We were off duty and decided to come visit you. How ya feeling?" I think I scowled at them, because they only grinned wider. "I wasn't 'passed out' okay? And it's not that bad. I've dealt with worse plenty of times." I rolled my eyes, then suddenly realized that doing so made me dizzy. So I stopped and took a deep breath. "But thanks for coming to visit me. I can't even believe you guys would actually do that." "We were bored," Chekov shrugged. He made that carefree look I always thought was cute, and it made me smile. "And we had no one to pick on." "No one? Why Cheekoov," I chuckled. "YOU'RE the easiest person to pick on!" He scowled at me. "But come on guys, how can you honestly have been bored? It's not like I'm the only interesting thing going on." "You'd be surprised," Meyers giggled. She sat down on the doctor's bed next to my feet, but I didn't mind. I'm not that big, and there was plenty of room. "There is absolutely nothing going on, since we're just on-route to our next stop, and absolutely nothing has been happening. Hearing about you being locked up in here on drugs is the most interesting thing to happen all day." "You're kidding," I groaned. "You mean to tell me that you guys aren't creative enough to figure out something to do when I'm not around to cause trouble? I think you guys are getting lazy." "That's not it," Mallory play-punched me in the arm. "We wanted you to know that we were worried about you. It's not every day our friend has to randomly go to Sick Bay because she's enduring level 6 pain. So don't act like it's nothing." "It is nothing," I mumbled in annoyance. But I was offering an embarrassed smile, and a few tears made it to my eyes. Stupid pain medicine. "Thanks, you guys are sweet." They smiled happily, then began to talk. I watched them as they described all the things that were going on, the jokes that Sulu and Chekov had behind our Captain's back, the telephone game going on in the Security Department, and all other sorts of things. I felt better just having them come and act like everything was normal, and I couldn't stop smiling. At one point, Christine joined us, but only because when she couldn't shoo them out, they convinced her to tell them all the interesting quirky things that happened between the nurses in the Medical Department. It was fun. Eventually, McCoy found us, and got on everyone's case about bothering me. He shooed everyone out, then gave me some orders about resting and taking some pain medication for a few days, then sent me on my way. Johnson offered to escort me back to my room. I was grateful, felt a little awkward, but still tired from the medication, so I didn't say anything. I just walked back to my room like nothing was wrong, thanked Johnson and told him to go play pranks on people in my place for a while, then went and collapsed on my bed. I was hardly aware that I had slipped into a peaceful sleep. I woke up the next day feeling refreshed, itchy, and numb. And the pain was much less, although it was still there. I would have gone back to work if there hadn't been a restraining order on me keeping me in my room. Apparently, news had gotten out that I took things like my cyst problem to be no big deal, and would have gone back to work if I wasn't forced to stay in bed. So both the Chief Security and Chief Medical officers made sure that I stayed in bed. What fun. That day was the most boring day of my life. It wasn't until the next day....today.....that I found out the terrible news. Apparently, someone nominated me for promotion. Ensign Hagelin, momentarily signing out. 27 April Oh no...not SICK BAY!(Note: Toni Hagelin faced this problem in real life. This blog is simply a sta trek story in which I tell real life events as if they were a story. so in every blog, there is a fair amount of truth. In this case, what I am about to say today is true. except....it didn't happen on the Enterprise, it happened at college. so....yeah. Now that I've said all that, it's time to get back to the story and let you enjoy my life, if I were on the Enterprise instead of Whitworth University. Enjoy!)
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Oh no you guys!!!!! I've got a huge dihlema! (Did I spell that right?) ...............oh whatev. Anyway....You have to help me out!!!!!!!!!!
You see, I've got this stupid health thing that I've basically got to deal with for the rest of my life. It kinda began a while ago...a year and a half, maybe two years. I don't know how it started, or why, but basically it's something I just have to deal with for the rest of my life. And that stinks.
So basically, I have a cyst problem. What' a cyst, you ask? Well....um....I dunno. I'm pretty sure it's a bubble kind of like a blister that builds on the inside of your body. There are two kinds: those that are filled with fluid or puss, and those that are filled with blood. The blood ones are more painful. I would know. My cyst happens to grow in umm.....my lower stomach area, in one of those organs that if you're a guy, you don't got. Yeah. And every two or three months, one will grow and grow, and ot burst. It just kinda gets bigger and bigger until my regular activities: guarding, running around, doing stunts, practicing martial arts or ballet, dancing to rock and hip-hop music, and summersaulting, and what not.....until those activities cause it to burst. Yeah. And when that happens, the fluid/and/or/blood floats around in your insides until your body reabsorbs it. And that is when it is most painful.
Okay, so now that I've gotten the gross and uncomfortable part of the explanation out of the way, let my dive more into what my problem is. I have a cyst. Okay more like, I had one. And I didn't notice it, like usual, until it burst. And at first it wasn't so bad. I took a heck of a lot of pain killer, and went about my work like usual. I even acted normal, making jests and trying not to act gullible when Riley pulled another stupid lie on me. He's always picking on me...and I don't know why I still beleive everything he says. But for some reason, I'm just gullible. The whole crew prolly knows it by now. sheesh. And I thought I was doing fine! That is....until I decided to go to bed.
I realy downplayed my pain to my roomy, telling her it was just something I had to deal with, and that I was used to it. But when she wasn't around, I would lay down on the floor of my section of the room, holding my stomach, and trying not to sob cause sobbing hurts too. She managed to get rice somehow from the food dispensers, and gave me a sock, and I made a heat pad. What a nice room mate. So heating up the rice-sock and placing it over my stomach relaxes the muscles that tighten up from the pain, and helps me feel better. But it only lasts so long.
Then I went to sleep.
This morning was terrible, and I could hardly go to work. I took more pain killer and kept guaring stupid Deck 8, but even people I didn't know were noticing that I was not talking to them at random intervals, and began to give me weird/and/or/worried glances. I can't keep doing this!
I should have gone to Sick Bay yesterday when it burst, because I am pretty sure that my cyst was a blood-filled one. And when it is blood-filled, there is usually a couple veins connected to it tht get torn, and will continue to bleed if I don't go in to the Doctor. So I STILL could be bleeding right now. Scary.
But I also know that the bleeding will stop eventually. And that the only thing the Doctor will be able to do is put me on drugs, make me lie down, and take some tests to see if it is a cyst or not. But I already KNOW that it's a cyst, and all. So....maybe I'll just be fine. Maybe I'll just take my own adive an rest and hope that i goes away. Right?
Okay.......maybe I'm just being stupid. But I think that going to Sick Bay is pointless. What do you guys think? Help me out!
Ensign Hagelin......passing out.
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(P.S. NOTE: This already happened three weeks ago, in Toni's (I mean my) real life. So no worries. lol. Just deciding to put it in the story now)
K. God bless ya!!! 22 April I Guess I Was WrongWe have left the planet with no problems whatsoever. And I have to say, all of us security guards are a little disappointed. We were kind of hoping somehing would happen, like our Captain would get kidnapped again, or there would be some uprising among the Scientists on the planet, or maybe the transporter would stop working. But everything went perfectly normal.
Okay, I know that I am usually exaggerating, but this time I am telling the truth. The Enterprise is the only ship in the gallaxy that faces the kind of problems and wacked out weird things that any ship can face. Nearly all of our missions go wrong somehow. I guess we are really lucky to have Captain Kirk, because he's the only one able to get us out of such messes.
Either that, or it's because of him that we get into such messes.
Whatever the case, it is usually pretty rare that a mission goes uneventfully. Like today's mission. Though it is kind of a relief, I am getting bored with routine things. I have come to expect the unknown troubles to hop on us, and when they don't, it's like I've been disappointed somehow. I think I seriously need to present myself for some psychiatric examination or something. Not that I enjoy that kind of thing. I hate getting examinations. Doctors scare me, even if Dr. McCoy is one of the awesomenest people I've ever met. (To be honest, I'm a little too much for him to handle sometimes. Christine usually ends up doing the examinations. But she and I are friends, so it's okay.)
I'm in my room, typing on the computer in the common room. See, our rooms are laid out kind of in three parts. Theres a middle section, and the two sections on the right and left are the bedrooms. If you walk through the door, my section is on the left. Elizabeth's is on the right. My section has lots of art stuff that I've drawn or painted, and some posters and all. But I keep the floor pretty clean sot that I can dance or practice martial arts. And Elizabeth......she may be part Vulcan....but she likes to say that she can't find anything if her room is clean. So her dresser is covered in junk, and so is her bed. The only thing my bed's got on it is a bunch of sheets and covers. And I never make it. lol.
My roommate was here a few minutes ago, but I don't know where she went. no doubt to the lab or something, creating work to be done. lol. She's so funny. I don't think she knows yet about how crazy the Enterprise can get. She hasn't been here as long as I have. I've been here for a long time, and up until now, been pretty good at almost being invisible. And I've survived, too. So that's a good sign. If I don't get too good at what I do, I can still remain invisible enough to stay out of trouble. Though there's always the chance that I'll be one of those annonymous and unknown poor souls who get killed next time the Enterprise gets blasted by Klingons.
I think I'll have to innitiate Elizabeth into the Enterprise crew somehow. Like a big prank or something. Hmm......let's see what I can come up with.
Impish Private Hagelin (or you could say Ensign Hagelin, but I always say Private cause it sounds more fun).................
.....signing out. 21 April Elizabeth's BlogHey everyone. My roommate Elizabeth has her own blog place too! I went there to read her personal log, and man....she's way more serious than I am. I think that we are either going to get along really well, or pretty much hate each other. We'll see. I have a feeling that we'll get along pretty well.
Anyway, I know that I've already given you a couple updates today already, but I wanted to keep you posted on stuff that's been happening. First of all, we've arrived to the planet, and our Captain and a landing party have beamed down, though nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Either Johnson or Malory are going to be right, I think. I already lost the bet. Of course, this could be one of the rare occasions where NOTHING happens. I will be disappointed if that's true, cause my job is boring.
I actually work two different shifts. One of my shifts is to guard one of the Bio Labs, to make sure unwanted personel don't wander in when tests are being done. The other shift is where I spend most of my time: Deck 8. Its alos guard duty, where I guard a room with certain equipment that's not to be bothered. I think that the only reason I'm given this useless job is because my superior officers want me to be on duty. Cause when I'm off duty....I'm usually creating problems.
I don't try to create problems.....all the time anyway. I do like to play simply pranks on my friends, and anyone I haven't met yet. You know, thinks like switch their cup of coffee with an empty cup when they're not looking, and see if they think that they drank it and simply don't remember....or tapping their shoulder and disapearing into another room when they turn around......or switch their plate of food with someone else's.......harmless stuff like that. I often feel too bad to do anything really mean. So I don't. But Chekov, he has such great reactions, that I pick on him the most. Most of the time, he honestly thinks that he is the one making the mistakes, and it never clicks that I am just confusing him or something. Then when he figures it out, he gets all red in the face, and leaves the room really quickly. Other people join in the laughter cause its so funny, but we always make sure to tell him that we don't mean to be mean. And these are just the simple pranks, like taking his sandwich when he's not looking, and laughing when he makes a confused face and goes to get another one. haha!
And when I am not doing that, I am doing some crazy stunt and seeing if I can do it very well, and usually getting other people to join me. Though I usually don't do anything like this unless I am off duty. So.....to lessen the amount of chaos that I create, I end up getting placed on duty more often than other security guards. And this may be one of the reason why I might get this rumored promotion. I sure hope I don't, though lots of other security officers might keep reccomending me as some kind of prank. I think that would be cruel, because if I did get promoted, I'd be doing more field duty. And......I don't really want to field duty. I'm scared to death of it! Not that I'd do terribly, but that I wouldn't survive! Scary.
Anyway, all of that to say that I spend more time working on Deck 8 doing useless stuff than I do working on Deck 5, where I am officially assigned. I think. Maybe they switched it and I'm officially assigned for Deck 8 instead of 5. Oh well. I enjoy both, because it's less boring than deck 65 where I used to work. Though I still live on Deck 65.
Where am I going with this? I am getting way too sidetracked. That's right, I wanted to tell you about my roommate's blog. I think you'll enjoy hers, because it makes more sense than mine, and seems to follow a more defined pattern, haha. Those of you who are logical and like for things to be that way, you should read her blog. I think I'll enjoy reading it too. Not because I like straightforward logical explanations, but because I think it will be fun to see her point of view. Afterall, her work is much different from mine.
So I guess I'll sign in later. I have to go back to work. Most of the time, ensigns and privates only have to work every other day. Me? I am doing the work load of a Lieutenant. And......that's scary. Why? cause it means that people want to give me things to do to stop me from being a distraction, and because I might get promoted.
Oh what am I so worked up about? It wouldn't be too bad, would it? Its not like my work would change or anything......I'd just get field duty every now and then.
gulp.
Okay time to go. I'm getting myself too worked up. It's time to stand by that door and make faces at other Ensigns walking by. Ha.
Private Hagelin, sigining out. Star Trek Roommates?Hello everyone, I have returned to tell you about my adventures here on the Enterprise. Things are going as OK as they can, I suppose. I mean, all I do is stand around this dumb door and tell people they can't enter without authorization. (Well, half the time the people are just walking by, and I'll tell them even if they don't care. They just stare at me weird. It's kind of fun.) So not much has happened. We're on our way to deliver a shipment of some kind of dust or something that allows certain plants to grow on this one dead planet some science team is trying to bring to life. We've done this kind of thing before. Only problem is that usually....something goes wrong. So....we're all betting on how soon trouble's going to pop up. I say it will be after we get to the planet. Malory says it'll be after we're trying to leave the planet. And Johnson thinks it will be when our dashing Captian beams down to the planet with the shipment. Whatever happens, we know it will SOMETIME. Remember how I mentioned the new roommate I've got? Apparently she's a transfer, and she's kind of out of place in my group of friends. I mean, yeah she's a Science Officer, and a Lt. to boot. So how'd she end up with me? I guess everyone else just decided they DIDN'T want me, and signed up with someone else as quickly as they could. That left me and Elizabeth. (She hates being called Lee. It's silly. We're basically in a Navy of sorts. I think she should just get used to it. But I'll call her Elizabeth when we're not on duty.) I don't know why people would be so reluctant to be my roommate. I'm sure it wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that I am random, silly, ridiculous, emotional, an artist, a stunt addict, and a prankster, now would it? ....okay maybe it does. But anyway, I'm on break now, and Elizabeth is in the Sciene Lab, probably creating work for herself to do. I tell you, if there is nothing to do, she CREATES problems and thing to do! I think I've heard Dr. McCoy send her out to take a lunch break numerous times before she actually leaves. I think that I'll have to start going there and dragging her out. She probably doesn't want me in her crowd of friends, but I'm better than that Smith guy. He hates anyone with pointed ears....anyone not human anyway. Dude, how can someone so racist even THINK of working for Starfleet? Seriously. Anyway, I'm using Chekov's computer again. It's got the best connection, cause Spock and Scotty taught him a few tricks. That is, it's the best one that I can access without getting in trouble. haha! I'll probably leave him a note of some kind saying thanks, or maybe I'll leave him a prank. He's so fun to pick on. Now I'm rambling. But that's because I am growing nervous waiting for this trouble to pop up. When it does, I'll groan and wish it's over. But until it comes, I am insanely bored. I guess it's time to practice my martial arts. Sigh. It's a dying trade. Martial arts, that is. Most security are into brawling and boxing and stuff. That is like, required to be a security officer. I think they take Brawling 101 in order to get a job or something. Me? I stick with Kung Fu. Cause I'm short and sorta thin, though still good at fighting. I'm almost hoping for some action. Sigh. Maybe my roommate will let me pick on her? I guess it's time to go back to duty. Farewell, fellow fellows! Um....yeah. Hagelin, signing out. More Adventures From the USS EnterpriseWell everyone, I said before that I wasn't going to continue this whole Star Trek story thing......but......I can't help it. Going to College and getting a room mate who likes Star Trek as much as I do, inspired me to keep going. And really, it was fun. I had so much fun doing it. And so, regardless of what ANYONE thinks, Private Hagelin will be continuing her adventures on board the USS Enterprise. That's right.
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Hello once again, all you people out there. I know that none of you are actually reading all my accounts of what happens on the Enterprise. Of course, none of you actually care. But I do happen to have random bouts of excessive free time, and this is one of my outlets. You see, someday, my accounts may be taken as historical evidence for what happened on board the Enterprise. And that's a worthy cause if any too keep updating my life. Oh and also, since I'm just a Private Security Officer, I don't get my own personal log. THIS is my journal. Yeah.
So I have lots of things to tell you about! First and foremost, I must assure you that I did not transfer to the Relient. I decided to stick it out with the good ol' Enterprise, and take my chances with Captain Kirk. He's a trying Captian, and often I'm not sure whether I'm in over my head or not. BUT.....he's the only Captain capable of running this ship. And without him, we'd be sunk. So I'm willing to trust my life to him.
I've also made a decision to be a better Security Guard. Over ever break we ever had, I would train and practice to strengthen myself so that if the time came, I'd be able to fight and protect like I'm supposed to. So you could say that my skills have improved. A lot. I mean, yes there are a lot of times when I'm standing on some Deck 65 or something, guarding some door for no apparent reason, and there's nothing to do. And I can get bored and lazy. But I've decided to be less of a lazy-body and work out! Yeah. My abilities have definitely improved. In fact, I've been transfered to a more important Deck to guard! And that Deck, my friends, is Deck 5.
Yeah. The Sick Bay Deck.
Although I'm not too thrilled with that, I am glad to know that I am getting somewhere in life. Or at least on the Enterprise. My goal is still to make sure I don't get stuck in a Landing Party, but I don't think I'll have to deal with that any time soon. There are too many Security who are higher up than I am. Though Lt. Riley keeps hinting that I might get promoted. I'm not sure if he's just being nice...or just being mean. Cause I don't want promition. After all, if I'm going to spend so much time on the Enterprise, a little bit more money isn't going to do me any good anyway. So.....who needs a promotion?
I seem to getting side-tracked. What was I trying to say? Oh yes. I'm trying to keep you updated. I guess that means I'm going to have to explain some of the changes that have taken place.
On board the Enterprise, it used to be that everyone got their own room. But that's had to change. We still have a crew of 435 some people, but our rooming space has been decreased due to the need to add other chambers of sorts....for reasons I'm not allowed to disclose. Though I believe it has something to do with the Romulans. I'm not sure. But all that to say, the number of rooms has been decreased. So Maintenance came up with a compromise: The lower-ranked officers would have to have a roommate.
And that is how I met Lt. Elizabeth Lee.
Lt. Lee is the strangest person I have ever met, and I am almost excited to have her as my roommate. She is a quarter Vulcan, from what she says, though I'm not sure how that could happen. I'd have to get her to tell me. She is in the science department, and smarter than I'll ever be. Though I'm going to have to soften her up. She doesn't do well with people very well, and she's pretty strictly introverted and duty-driven. So....I have my work cut out for me. Sooner or later, I'll be able to convince her to be just as silly as me.
Okay......maybe not........but it will be an interesting goal to try to reach, to say the least!
That's all I have time for right now, but I will update as soon as I can.
Hagelin, signing out.... 20 December Christmas Break---A journal entry: since no one ever reads this anyway...Lord, I need your help.
have you ever had a Christmas season where it just wasn't as relaxing or as special as you were hoping it woulf be? When it just doesn't feel like Christmas yet, even with Christmas only five days away?
Probably not.
You are Christmas.
I doubt it was celebrated in your time.
But that's what its been like for me. I'm so wrapped up in school, I can't stop thinking about applying for SPU
or Scholarships
or what classes I am going to take next quarter
or if I should take another quarter
or if its too late to send in a graduating degree application for spring quarter
The list goes on and on until I am so sick to my stomach I can't even eat.
But it doesn't end there. All the spiritual battles going on...
Jack's way-too-quick-marriage,
Mom and the fire fighters,
Making sure I'm not forgetting God this Christmas...
I can't hardly think!
I need God's rest! I need to feel like I'm not a failure,
I need to find a way to get rid of this feeling that its too late for me,
This feeling that I'm useless,
And stupid,
And hopeless.
Will I ever make a right decision? Will I ever be able to look back and nod and think, I made the right choice?
All I can see looking back is my mistakes, and looking forward, I see only the hard road I've created for myself.
What will I do? How can I spend Christmas thinking this? How can I wake up Christmas day and look at the tree, and think "This is a special time" when all I can think about is when school starts again?
I need help, but I feel like God can't hear me.
I know he can.
But what can I do when I feel like I'm in too far?
Its like I've fallen into a deep pit,
And everything is so dark I can't find my way out,
And I know I have to climb out, because its the only way,
But I don't have the means.
How can I go to college with a horrible GPA, which happened because of one mistake one quaerter, and now my whole degree is ruined. How can I ever expect to get anywhere? I don't even have a job. I can't even possibly dream of getting money for college. I'm in a hopeless positing, wishing I could get where I want but not having a rope to climb out of the pit.
God, give me rest! Take this annoying burden!
Don't let it ruin my Christmas!
Please Jesus, please. Don't let it ruin my Christmas.
Be near to me God.
Because I'll never suvive this holliday without you.
I mean, I know you're there...
But why can't I hear you? Why can't I feel your guidence? What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to pray?
Your Word says that you are there, at the right hand of God, interceding for me.
So please Jesus, since you're thinking of me,
Please...
Pray that I may find your peace this Chistmas.
Oh God, oh Jesus.... I have so many burdens... so many hurts.....
Please just trake them.
Bury them at the bottom of the sea or something.
Help the tears to stop.
Help me to come to a point when I can be alone, and I'm not crying.
Oh Jesus, Jesus!
Jesus..........................Jesus.......
Be my rest.
Wipe these tears
Before I can't see the screen anymore.
And let this Christmas be one where I get closer to you.
Thankyou my Lord, for listening, even though I still feel as hopeless and stupid and ugly and miserable as I ever have in my life.
Why do I always end up feeling this way anyway? Why do I listen to lies? I know you love me.... And that I have many good friends, but I can't help the feeling that I am a pitiful creature not worthy of anything but death.
*sigh*
Just be my rest. That's all I want for Christmas Lord.
Be my rest.
-Your daughter 12 September Favorite Episodes Are Some of My Favorite Things!I mean, seriously, they are!
How many people out there watch TV? Well, probably everyone has seen more TV than me, heh. I never watch it. I mean, I watch movies....but not TV. Anyway, most of you can say "Yeah, I watch a little TV now and then" and maybe even some of you scream out a definate "YEAH BABY!"
So most of you have a favorite show. Right? Yeah. Of course you do. Who doesn't? Well, okay, you can have more than one favorite show if you like. You could have seven favorite shows if you like. But most people I know just have one or two.
And in these favorite shows, you have your most and least favorite episodes! There's alway the good and bad in every show. I mean, honestly, Star Trek is cool, but if I had only seen something like "Spocks Brain" or "Plato's Step-children" I would hate Star Trek's guts. But I got introduced to it the right way. I didn't see those horror episodes until I found out they existed.
But that's going off on a tangent. Anyway, my point is, we all have favorite shows, and favorite episodes in those shows.
What I'm going to do is pretty much let you know all my most and least favorite episodes of Star Trek the original series! I have nothing better to do.... really.
But, I think I'll list them later. haha... I'm just warning you it's coming.
So! Until next time...... I'll still be a dork. And probably after. So anyway, goodbye.
Signing off.... A Most Terrible Thing...YOU GUYS!!!!! the most terrible thing happened!
MY VCR BROKE! IT EATS TAPES AND RUINS THEM INSTEAD OF PLAYING THEM!
So sadly, I cannot watch all my cool Star Trek tapes! What am I going to do!? Sorry sis, who left that comment on my last entry, we can't watch one of those cool movies togetha. We'll have to stick to the DVD version of Season Two. Well, that is.... until I buy the rest of the original series.
But MAN! Why does it cost $100 to buy a season of Star Trek!? What's with that!? I mean, talk about cheating us out of our money! 27 July Because I haven't updated for sooooo long...Nobody cares about this site Nobody cares about what I write Nobody cares and they have their right
Nobody knows when they say those things Nobody knows the pain it brings Nobody knows how the sadness rings
Nobody sees what this site is for Nobody sees that it was fun for me before Nobody sees because thats not what they're here for
For all of you that came here to tell me that "Star Wars is better than Star Trek" or "Toni get a life" then please go away. I never wanted to create a place for people to come tell me how stupid I am or anything, I just wanted to have fun with Star Trek. My Uncle introduced it to me, and it was the thing that made me able to connect with him. He used to be so distant, and he didn't really get along with our family because he didn't know how to talk to us. Then Star Trek bridged the gap. I liked it, he loved it, and we were able to become really good friends. It connected us, and I will forever enjoy Star Trek because it was the thing I prayed for, The connection between me and my Uncle. I never asked to be criticised, never tried to push people into thinking it was cool. I told everybody I liked it, and enjoyed talking about it with my good friends because I thought friends cared about what each other like. I guess I was wrong, because you all treated me like a freak and told me to get a life. I don't need that. I don't need a friend that wants me to be like everybody else. I'd rather have just one friend who appreciates me for who I am and what I like, and isn't mean to me about it. I'm trying to be good natured. But I can't handle it for very long. I only created this site for fun. Not for ridicule. Star Wars is cool, but that's not what this site is for. This site is for Star Trek. But not just any Star Trek. It's for the Star Trek that God gave me to connect me with my Uncle for the first time in my life. And nobody has the right to come here and tell me to get a life. I have one. I have peace in my heart, and joy in life. What about you? Is the only joy you know making my life hard, or giving me insults because I think something is cool? Then there's something I need to tell you. First: get Jesus in your heart. Second: get a life. Third: get off my site. Thanks for understanding.
Antonia Jean Hagelin 30 May Times Change...Is it just me, or is this site getting extremely old? My passion for Star Trek is somehow not so on fire as it was before, but I remain a loyal fan. What on earth am I going to do with this site now? Write down my favorite parts of episodes one through.... as many as I have seen? of the Original series? maybe. I'll just doodle around for a bit. For now, I'll just say this: It's time to worry about my job as a security officer, and quite playing around. (haha) I wish.... ttfn. 24 May STAR WARS vs. STAR TREKToday, I am going to elaborate on the Star Wars of today, and the Star Trek of today. Virtually, THE STAR WARS OF TODAY IS WAY BETTER THAN THE STAR TREK OF TODAY!!!!!!! I mean, George Lucas was really pushing it with that stupid love story and horrible plot with Epsiode 2, but he really pulled out again with Epsiode 3. That, I have to say, was amazing. It was cool. And it ties all the loose ends. Well, all except when Luke asks Leia, "Do you remember your mother?" and she answeres "A little." I mean.... Padame DIES..... oops, don't want to spoil anything. But you guys know that much right? How can Leia possibly know or remember her? so it doesn't make sense. And now we get to Star Trek. Star Trek was really cool. It got better and better, and Star Wars opened a new way for movies to be filmed, leading to great Star Trek movies. but now, today, Star Trek isn't HALF of it's former coolness. It has degraded into this stupid and insanely strange, lame, weird, story that is called "Star Trek Enterprise." It's hokier than the Original Series! Its Cheesy! It's Lame! (sorry for all you that actually like it, but you don't know what Star Trek is supposed to be) I am disappointed in the Star Trek of today. Maybe it's because Gene Roddenbery is not here to set it straight. Who knows? Anyway, to conclude, I liek Star Wars of today better than Star Trek of today. BUT! Star Trek is cool over all, and nothing is going to change my mind about that! HA!
er... that's all for today folks..... 5 May Owowowowowowowo....oh whatever. I lost track.Hello fell fans of Star Trek! Today is a happy day for me! because... I FINALLY GOT A COMMENT FROM SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY LIKES STAR TREK!!!!!!!!!! You guys make me so happy sometimes. I mean, I've gotten "hate mail" of sorts, and "man this is getting annoying" kind of mail, and unappreciative mail from my friends... its saddening. But now, finally, I get one comment... JUST ONE! and it makes my day. Whoever you are, dude, who gave me that comment, thank you. It makes me feel not so stupid. Because, I am not THAT much of a trekkie, I just like it. And infact, most of the time, I just laugh and get a kick out of watching the Original series and what not. I've only seen that and a couple movies from Generations, so I don't know all too much about it. But people always think I'm so stupid or something. Maybe I am. Yeah, maybe I am. But I think I'm cool. ^_^ Anyway, onto life.... The owowowo thing up there refers to my hand. Yeah, see I was being kinda stupid... and was dancing around with my buddy Hagelin, when I whacked my hand against soemthing on the ceiling. A light I think. (what was that doing there?) I thought I was fine, and just went about my "work" of patrolling and lounging and etc....... until the next day, when it began to feel worse. Here, I was thinking "Oh no! What if it's broken!?" cuz it was all bruised and started swelling and all. it kinda scared me. (not the fact that my hand might be broken, but that I'd have to go to the Sickbay. er... such a scary place....*_*) I finally went, and suffered through humiliation at having to explain how I'd injured myself, and then got checked. Thankfully, my hand is fine. Just swollen and really bruised. And it hurts alot cuz I banged up my nerves too. It's doing better now, but it still hurts, like when I'm typing.... or driving.... er... I mean.... working... heh heh (woops) (can't mix up real life with my fantasy here...) ANYWAAAAAAY!!!!!! ... but it's okay. I guess. makes me mad cuz I can't play pia.... I mean.... oh never mind. Bu-bye people. Luv Star Trek for me, okay? then you will make my day. No more comments like "Star Wars is better than Star Trek" or "I'm sick of Star Trek" or "Toni quite acting like an idiot or you'll turn into a trekkie who goes to all those rallies and stuff." I mean honestly guys, when would I ever have the TIME for that!? Oh, and strangely, I am having a graduation party with Joe. WEEEIIIIRRRRDDDDD!!!!!! Mom musta planned that one. And I'm trying to figure out a date to have my senior pics taken, and dad and I can't find one cuz my schedule s so full. I'll have to skip something. NOT KEWL! Okay, no more jabber. I'm going to log off now. my habd really hurts, and I'm sick of writing nonsense, and I want to go to bed, I don't want to go to ballet class, cuz I have to leave... WHOA! I have to leave RIGHT now or I'm dead meat!!!!!!!!! ttfn! ttyl! Signing off........................................................... *_* ooOO(I'm such an idiot)
3 May And Life Goes On...Well hello out there. Once again I have returned to the Enterprise. Although, I don't think it will be for long. The U.S.S. Relient (K) [haha] has offered me a spot, so I might switch over there. My only concern is that that ship actually relies on the Security to actually do some hard work, and I've been so long without an actual fight, I will probably do terribly. Then again, I need to stay in shape. So I might as well do it. Still, I'll probably miss the good ol' Enterprise too much. Anyway, I think I broke something in my hand. I was enjoyin g myself in the wreck-room with my buddy Hagelin (my sista), (dancing actually), when I jumped up and hit my hand on a stupid light. Now I have a big welt on my hand. So if this typing is sloppy, it's cuz of that. yeah. Pray for me buddies! I would write more, because I keep forgetting to write down all my cool adventures, but I just don't have the time. duty calls, ya know? (like homework...XP) (that's a sideways face.) (maybe I should do it like this?) X_X (nevermind) well, g'night folks! Signing out... 23 April The...Nevermind....Well, I'm not sure what the whole mess with "The Borg" was before, but we are apparently in no danger because the subject has been dropped, and no more "notices" have been sent concerning it. Perhaps it was some prank by some naughty kids who got bored or something (I know it's something I would do...) and perhaps all it needed was a miracle from Captain Kirk and his buddies, who I never get to be apart of. I mean honestly, how did Chekov get to be so lucky? Maybe it's because he was more interested in science than security. I probably should have gone for something else. My thought was, "I'd rather see action, and be a hero, like a secuirty guard or something!" Little did I know, we security officers get so little to do, we hang out in the hall way waiting for someone to dare us to do something. My visions of grandieur were wasted the day I stepped aboard the Enterprise. Now, instead of looking for action, I hope I am not the one to go donw to my death. Only three lucky persons ever survived a trip with the Captain on one of our messed up journeys. At least, only three that I know about. This is only my something-or-other year aboard. In fact, I've forgotten how long I've been part of the crew of the Enterprise. Five years? More? Less? I don't really know. Though I'll bet you Mr. Spock could tell me. Wow. Amazing. Here I was going to write about the "fun" (haha) experience my new friend Lt. Riley put me through today, but because of my little tangient there, I'm out of time . Saddening. I'll just have to get on another time to tell that little story to you. heh, heh. Enjoy your day! Oooo! it's thundering over here! Signing out... 20 April The...WHAT!?!?Hello fellow fellas out there! Shore leave is going fine. Well, I should say, it WAS going fine. We keep getting these strange messages from some creepy thing called "The Borg." I have no clue what that is, but the messages always refer to the sender as "we." It has been disturbing Captain Kirk, I think, because he's always calling secret meetings. Oh how I wish that some time I could be in those meetings, and figure out all the inside information. All I get to know is the rumours passed around by all the rest of the security officers. The biggest rumor going around is that The Borg are some terrible evil alien force that's coming to annahilate Earth. I don't know about that, but everyone is pretty worked up about this. I don't have much else as far as information goes, but that's pretty much all that's going on around here. I made another quiz, so you can check it out if you like. It's MUCH different than the first one, heh. I garuntee that! http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050420195209-892601 Enjoy! Signing out.... 18 April A little bit of goofinessI can't believe I've been away for so long!!!!! I have so much news to tell. But, alas, I don't think I want to write it all down. It takes too long. Let's just say after nearly an eternity, someone replied to our distress calls, and we made it home. I am now enjoying an extended shore leave. I have my chance to transfer now, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I feel like I'd be missing something big if I do. But I wouldn't be the only if I did. What should I do? Well, it's of no matter. Since I'm on shore leave, I think I'll just ahve fun for a while. For instance, here's a "great" (haha) quiz I've cooked up, on behlaf of my dear sister Tsh. She inspired me to do it. So here it is. You may enjoy it if you like. http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050418230259-347082 But be prepared for the most disappointing experience in your life. Bwahahahahahaha!!!!! Signing out.... |
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