Well, I guess that might be a slight overstatement. But you should feel safe hanging out with me - I know CPR and emergency first aid. I don't have my little card from the Red Cross/American Academy of Orthopedic Surgeons just yet, but I'm pretty sure that if the need arose, I could save your life.
It's nice to feel useful.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
Ooga-booga.
So the last few days have been a whirlwind of crazy. I worked this weekend, and that always zaps me of any desire to do much else. I recently acquired a scanner and started scanning in old photos, and that more or less sucked up every spare moment I have had (plus those I should have used for studying) since Thursday. My uncle is in the hospital in Topeka, and I'm spending a lot of time worrying about him, both awake and asleep (I've dreamt about him every night since I found out he was ill). It's times like these when I hate living so far away. I went to the doctor today about my right shoulder - the pain has been intensifying for the past week or so, and has kept me awake the past several nights. Turns out it's a problem with my rotator cuff (specifically the supraspinatus muscle), probably due to the kickboxing I've been doing. And now my throat is feeling scratchy and swollen.
I have two quizzes tomorrow, a test Wednesday, a research project due Friday, and my first anatomy test on Monday.
Ick.
(Thanks for letting me vent. Now I'm going to bed.)
Oh, and about those photos: I've scanned a lot of older pictures and put them up on Flickr. You should check it out. It's good fun. Here's some links:
Old photos
High school photos
Washburn University
Going away parties (from our move to Montana)
plus lots of others... hooray for photos!
I have two quizzes tomorrow, a test Wednesday, a research project due Friday, and my first anatomy test on Monday.
Ick.
(Thanks for letting me vent. Now I'm going to bed.)
Oh, and about those photos: I've scanned a lot of older pictures and put them up on Flickr. You should check it out. It's good fun. Here's some links:
Old photos
High school photos
Washburn University
Going away parties (from our move to Montana)
plus lots of others... hooray for photos!
The five factor personality test
| Your Five Factor Personality Profile |
 You have medium extroversion.You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time." Conscientiousness: You have medium conscientiousness.You're generally good at balancing work and play.When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it. Agreeableness: You have medium agreeableness.You're generally a friendly and trusting person.But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.You get along well with others, as long as they play fair. Neuroticism: You have medium neuroticism.You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is high.In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything. |
Thursday, February 16, 2006
F@#%ing cold...
Western Montana experienced unusually warm temperatures in January, and we appear to be paying for it now. I just got home from work, and the temperature is -5 degrees and falling. It's supposed to get to -15 tonight. The wind is gusting out of the north at something like 30 miles per hour, and wind chills are supposed to be near record lows at -35.
Damn.
Damn.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Heartstrings...
Did you know that you actually do have heart strings? They're called chordae tendineae, and they help keep the tricuspid and mitral valves of the heart closed during systole to prevent backflow into the atria.
It seems appropriate that we're being quizzed over the anatomy of the heart on Valentine's Day.
Speaking of Valentine's Day - how cool is my boyfriend that he agreed to go see the Vagina Monologues with me tonight? He's a brave man, voluntarily going into a theatre full of crazed women, probably most of whom are all hopped up on Godiva, to listen to women rave about their vaginas. I hope they don't throw things at him...
It seems appropriate that we're being quizzed over the anatomy of the heart on Valentine's Day.
Speaking of Valentine's Day - how cool is my boyfriend that he agreed to go see the Vagina Monologues with me tonight? He's a brave man, voluntarily going into a theatre full of crazed women, probably most of whom are all hopped up on Godiva, to listen to women rave about their vaginas. I hope they don't throw things at him...
Monday, February 13, 2006
Oh, there it is.
Silly me, somehow I thought I'd misplaced the constant mild anxiety and endless mindracing associated with trying to juggle school and work and being a (quasi-recovered) procrastinator. Nope, I found it.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Miscellaneous thoughts.
I'm tired of hearing the phrase "embarassing panty lines". Personally, I wear mine with pride. I think it makes a nice statement - something along the lines of, "Hi! There's nothing stuck in my butt crack."
I'm secretly hoping to get into a fender bender with someone who's on his cell phone, so I can let loose and tear into him for talking on the damn thing while he's driving. Arseholes...
Things observed on campus last week:
- Some guy sitting in the drivers' side of a car, parked in a handicapped spot, drinking a budweiser and smoking a cigarette.
- Two empty beer bottles sitting on the back of a toilet in the women's bathroom at the University Center. At noon.
- A guy selling hand woven hemp guitar straps at the craft fair.
At least five people wearing sandals or flip-flops yesterday morning. It was something like 17 degrees outside. - Overheard discussion between several athletic training students -- Female student: "I saw the hottest hippie at this bar the other night." Male student: "You're joking. Did his dirty Carharts look good on him? Were his dreads long and dreamy?" Female student: "No, I'm serious; he was hot. He didn't even smell."
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I'm looking for a word...
...not trepidation, not apprehension. Not stupefaction, although that's a great word. Perhaps some combination of consternation and anticipation - any suggestions? (Certainly not constipation, although I just noticed that's an obvious combination of the two...)
Today I applied for admission to Montana State University. It's a formality, as I've already been accepted into their BSN program, but to me it marks a sort of wonderful spot.
I'm really doing it.
I know the hardest work is yet to come, yet I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As a high school graduate, I went into college with no real goals other than to avoid any actual responsibility for as long as possible. I poopooed most degree options because they were heavy on what I considered "hard" classes; science, math, history - well, pretty much anything other than music. I somehow got it into my head over the years that I couldn't do well in anything else, and when I drifted away from music, that didn't leave me any options.
Yeeccch. Blah, blah, blah. Long boring story short, I decided to go into nursing. I have real goals for myself now, and I've made it this far. I'm excited about the future.
Today I applied for admission to Montana State University. It's a formality, as I've already been accepted into their BSN program, but to me it marks a sort of wonderful spot.
I'm really doing it.
I know the hardest work is yet to come, yet I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As a high school graduate, I went into college with no real goals other than to avoid any actual responsibility for as long as possible. I poopooed most degree options because they were heavy on what I considered "hard" classes; science, math, history - well, pretty much anything other than music. I somehow got it into my head over the years that I couldn't do well in anything else, and when I drifted away from music, that didn't leave me any options.
Yeeccch. Blah, blah, blah. Long boring story short, I decided to go into nursing. I have real goals for myself now, and I've made it this far. I'm excited about the future.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Happy (half) blogday!
February marks my sixth month as a blogger. Am I any wiser? More fufilled? Have I gained insight into myself or the world around me? Have I, through the theraputic effect of writing, resolved any of my craziness?
Nah.
It's fun, though.
I've spent a little time writing about work issues, a lot of time venting about my schoolwork, insane amounts of time talking about nothing in particular, and once every 28 days or so, I write something which accurately reflects the hormonal shift within.
Welcome to my world. Thanks for reading.
Nah.
It's fun, though.
I've spent a little time writing about work issues, a lot of time venting about my schoolwork, insane amounts of time talking about nothing in particular, and once every 28 days or so, I write something which accurately reflects the hormonal shift within.
Welcome to my world. Thanks for reading.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Disappointment.
I'm all settled in at the computer in my jammies, with a glass of ice water and a bowl of creamy woof. (It may be "creamy wolf" - I'm not sure exactly. It's a term coined by one of my cousins when he was very young; it's family slang for Thanksgiving leftovers, all enjoyed together in one big messy serving. Yes, I'm aware that it's not Thanksgiving, but I am eating leftover turkey and potatoes mixed up with a little bit of gravy, so I think it qualifies as creamy woof. Or wolf. Whatever.)
Jesus, that was a long parenthesis. Anyhow...
Being a grownup is disappointing.
When I was little, I assumed that adults knew how things worked. In school I learned about reading and writing, and I just sort of figured that all functioning adults knew the things Mrs. Pantos was teaching me in the fourth grade. I thought that adults had to be kind to kids, unless perhaps the child was in trouble. I accepted that from time to time kids were dishonest and mean. I had no idea that adults could be the same way.
I'm sad when I see signs with lousy punctuation and misspelled words hanging in local businesses. It bugs me when I see that people have added unnecessary apostrophes to plural words, as though those little plural nouns were proud owners of something.
I was dumbfounded the first time I saw a mother being mean to her daughter. Not firm, not admonishing - mean. I watched this woman belittle her daughter; the girl couldn't have been more than 15. Dumb, she called her. Told her she looked horrible in the clothes she was trying on. Swore at her, calling her names usually reserved for use on the Springer show.
If my mother had said anything like that to me it would have crushed my heart.
I wonder what that woman's mother used to say to her when she was a little girl, and it makes me sad.
I work as a receptionist for an urgent care facility, and I'm a nursing student. I chose this field because I'm facinated by it, and because I wanted to help people. Most people come in because they need medical attention. The others come in because they need a fix. People lie to me about money, about their health, sometimes about who they really are, in hopes that they'll get a prescription for some percocet. The other day a woman came to the desk to pay for her visit with the doctor, and she said she didn't have any checks in her purse. She handed her wallet to the girl on duty and said she'd be right back. She left and never returned. Later we opened the wallet - it contained about twenty cents in pennies and a grocery store shopping club card, and nothing else. No ID, personal notes or items. That woman planned ahead to lie.
I'm sad that I'm losing my faith in people. I always felt that people were good. I believed in the human spirit. Sometimes bad things happened, or bad situations happened, but on the whole, most people were good. I thought that if given the opportunity, people would do what's right. Turns out that lots of people do whatever benefits them, with little consideration of others, and some just do whatever's easy. Why?
Help me. I don't want to be jaded.
Jesus, that was a long parenthesis. Anyhow...
Being a grownup is disappointing.
When I was little, I assumed that adults knew how things worked. In school I learned about reading and writing, and I just sort of figured that all functioning adults knew the things Mrs. Pantos was teaching me in the fourth grade. I thought that adults had to be kind to kids, unless perhaps the child was in trouble. I accepted that from time to time kids were dishonest and mean. I had no idea that adults could be the same way.
I'm sad when I see signs with lousy punctuation and misspelled words hanging in local businesses. It bugs me when I see that people have added unnecessary apostrophes to plural words, as though those little plural nouns were proud owners of something.
I was dumbfounded the first time I saw a mother being mean to her daughter. Not firm, not admonishing - mean. I watched this woman belittle her daughter; the girl couldn't have been more than 15. Dumb, she called her. Told her she looked horrible in the clothes she was trying on. Swore at her, calling her names usually reserved for use on the Springer show.
If my mother had said anything like that to me it would have crushed my heart.
I wonder what that woman's mother used to say to her when she was a little girl, and it makes me sad.
I work as a receptionist for an urgent care facility, and I'm a nursing student. I chose this field because I'm facinated by it, and because I wanted to help people. Most people come in because they need medical attention. The others come in because they need a fix. People lie to me about money, about their health, sometimes about who they really are, in hopes that they'll get a prescription for some percocet. The other day a woman came to the desk to pay for her visit with the doctor, and she said she didn't have any checks in her purse. She handed her wallet to the girl on duty and said she'd be right back. She left and never returned. Later we opened the wallet - it contained about twenty cents in pennies and a grocery store shopping club card, and nothing else. No ID, personal notes or items. That woman planned ahead to lie.
I'm sad that I'm losing my faith in people. I always felt that people were good. I believed in the human spirit. Sometimes bad things happened, or bad situations happened, but on the whole, most people were good. I thought that if given the opportunity, people would do what's right. Turns out that lots of people do whatever benefits them, with little consideration of others, and some just do whatever's easy. Why?
Help me. I don't want to be jaded.
Nothing of importance
Next year for Halloween, I wanna be an ipod.
I can't fathom where the week went. Why is it Friday, and why do I have to work this weekend?
Yuck.
It's an old trick, but if you haven't tried it before, you should go to Google and type in "miserable failure" (without the quotes, of course). Then click "I'm feeling lucky".
I do that whenever I'm mad. It makes me feel better...
This weekend is the 89th annual Foresters' Ball at UM. I've never been before, but it looks like fun. A couple of my friends and I are planning to go. Now I just need to get a flannel shirt.
Clearly I don't have anything important to say at the moment. Ah, well...
I can't fathom where the week went. Why is it Friday, and why do I have to work this weekend?
Yuck.
It's an old trick, but if you haven't tried it before, you should go to Google and type in "miserable failure" (without the quotes, of course). Then click "I'm feeling lucky".
I do that whenever I'm mad. It makes me feel better...
This weekend is the 89th annual Foresters' Ball at UM. I've never been before, but it looks like fun. A couple of my friends and I are planning to go. Now I just need to get a flannel shirt.
Clearly I don't have anything important to say at the moment. Ah, well...
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
I'm a domestic goddess, dammit.
For dinner last night I made a turkey with homemade mashed potatoes. The turkey was juicy, and unlike my first attempt at making one of the brutish birds, it was completely cooked. Behold, I am queen of the kitchen.
The kitchen may be littered with dirty cookware from my culinary conquest, but that's okay. Everyone knows that queens don't do dishes.
On a separate note, I've moved my most of the posts from my old blog over to this one. They probably weren't literary masterpieces worthy of the work I put into transferring them from my other site, but I couldn't bring myself to simply delete everything. Feel free to peruse them at your leisure.
On another (related) note, there is probably a much easier way to relocate old blog posts than how I did it, but I'm sure it would have taken all the fun out of the tedious work. That, and you'd probably have to know something about computers. I don't.
The kitchen may be littered with dirty cookware from my culinary conquest, but that's okay. Everyone knows that queens don't do dishes.
On a separate note, I've moved my most of the posts from my old blog over to this one. They probably weren't literary masterpieces worthy of the work I put into transferring them from my other site, but I couldn't bring myself to simply delete everything. Feel free to peruse them at your leisure.
On another (related) note, there is probably a much easier way to relocate old blog posts than how I did it, but I'm sure it would have taken all the fun out of the tedious work. That, and you'd probably have to know something about computers. I don't.
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