living my future

It's scary.

It's scary to decide what to do with the rest of your life and then follow through on that decision.

It's scary to know that when 18 months have passed, people's lives will be in your hands.

It's scary to trust that you will be provided with the knowledge to keep people alive during that time.

So much trusting to do. So much learning to do.

Still the passion is burning within me. I want to be a trauma flight nurse. If that doesn't work out, I want to be a ground trauma nurse. So badly.

But oh! some of my classes are making me crazy!

i love that our friendship is based predominantly on threats.

I did it.

I survived the first two weeks of nursing school.

They gave me a bag of needles and told me not to leave them in the soccer field. I feel so... reliable.

Then they told me all the ways I could potentially kill somebody. I feel so... inadequate.

Two weeks down, 18 months to go.


Oh. If you're one of those people and you're reading this, stop telling me how much you hate needles when I tell you I'm going into nursing. I really don't care, and they're so much less scary than crush injuries. Which I might give you if you keep making that comment.

these will be the things that I've done

I hate calling them New Year's resolutions, but rather some things I would like to achieve in 2010. This is a stick by which to measure my progress.

1. Pay off credit card
2. Stop swearing (this is for you, Mom)
3. Learn to drive a stick shift. I'm not completely incapable, just not very adept.
4. Stop being so judgey and love people better
5. Learn to listen like Jason does
6. Pass all my classes
7. Read at least 20 non-textbooks


I think #6 might be the hardest... I'll be in school for nearly 11 of the next 12 months.

purple pride

I went to my new school to sort some things out today. Found the doors to the building in which Student Accounts is located were locked, so I went to get my parking permit. While I was filling out paperwork, two girls came in and asked if Student Accounts was open today.

Me: "Um, both doors to the building are locked, if that means anything..."
Vehicle registry lady: "Oh my gosh, that can't be right, someone should be in there. But we don't talk to them. You'd have to go to the building. But someone should be there!"

I went back, just to check.

The doors were still locked.

gee... that's news to me

I really hate going to the eye doctor. It's worse than going to the dentist for me. Right now, only my right eye is dilated because the chick missed my left eye with the drop (twice). Seriously. This is what went down:

Eye doctor: "So... the vision in your right eye has changed a little bit."
Me: "It has not. When your assistant was checking it, I told her I rubbed my eye and then she found an eyelash in it but said it was fine."
Eye doctor: "K. Lemme check real quick."
*checks real quick*
"Yeah, you must have had something in your eye because her readings don't make any sense compared to the ones I just got."
Me: "...told you."

modern-day hitchhikers

I'm stuck in Hermiston because my stupid car died on the freeway. To be fair, it didn't die, it just stated making a horrific clunking noise that was scary enough to make us stop and call Triple A. Also, my parents don't love us enough to come and pick us up, so we had to get a hotel room.

Turns out that the hotel that the tow truck driver brought us to is the one I got in trouble for sneaking out of during a state theatre conference trip my senior year in high school. This time we snuck Panda in. Also they gave me two free beers. And they have FSC. Woohoo.

You know what I learned today?

Never leave home without your towel.

welcome to my life.

Last night I found out what happens when you drop your ID into a conveyor belt.

Not a lot, actually, it's more anti-climactic than I thought, but does involve a few seconds where you and the cashier freeze and stare at each other helplessly until some nice dude in an apron comes round to open the little drawer under the belt and free the Lost Goods from the Dark Place.

It's kind of freaky, watching your adult drinking life slo-mo over the black rubber like a barrel over Niagara Falls and disappear into the abyss.

It's good she checked it first, or I really would have needed that holiday porter I was buying.