The Walk of Fame.

[Nothing exciting happens, this is just for my journal purposes]

Thanks to our lovely home security system,

we captured the day I got my nursing letter.

Walking out to my mailbox, with my fingers crossed.

Don't Forget.

I don't ever want to forget this feeling that I had today.
Never.

Today was the day I got into the nursing program.

The day that all my dreams came true.

Everything I worked so hard for, has finally come to reality.

All the studying, all the tests, all the tears, all the anxiety.
Totally worth it.

I remember dreaming of this day.
...thinking that someday I would be accepted.

And it's finally here and I can't believe it.
Can not believe it.

My friend text me around 2pm, she said she had gotten her letter and been accepted as an alternate.   "Shit," I thought to myself, "that means my letter comes today."   I came home and walked to the mailbox, trying my best not to get my hopes up. 

As I walked into the kitchen, I started opening my letter.  I didn't tell my mom, in case I had bad news.  As I read "We are pleased to inform you..."  I screamed and kept reading.  The more I read, the more I cried.  

I screamed, again, and told my mom. 

I was shaking and I sat on the couch.  Crying. Laughing. Reading.

I must've read the letter 8 times.

"Is it real, Mom?  It says I'm in, right?  Does it say I've actually been accepted or just an alternate?  Is it real?" 

Couldn't believe it.
Still can't believe it.

Such an amazing feeling, knowing that I'm accomplishing my dreams.  I've made it so far and the journey has only just began.  I'm beyond proud of myself.   I'm incredibly grateful.  I'm incredibly happy.  And, again, incredibly grateful.  

Ugh.

Please, pinch me.

Some news.

I GOT IN TO THE NURSING PROGRAM!

I've been crying for the past 15 minutes, have called my entire family, and read my letter 6 times.  I can not believe it.  I can't believe this is happening.  I CAN NOT believe it.

Is this real life?
Can someone please pinch me?

Ebay.

Friends,
Do you realize you can buy movies on Ebay for $5.00 BRAND NEW?  New.  Like, in the package.   Also, cell phones come new and our about $200.00 cheaper.   

Mostly because there are people in this world who love to sell their shit.  It's a thrill for them, so they sell it for oooober cheap.  Then, people who get the thrill from buying things, buy the dumbest shit because it's oober cheap.  

Like me.  I enjoy selling my things so much that I sold my laptop for $300.00 when I bought it for $1000.00.  Then, I bought Pretty Woman because it was only $2.00 even though I've seen the movie ten thousand times and it's constantly playing on TNT.

Ebay is a hell hole.
My little hell hole.
And I love it.

Skydiving.

I'm doing it.
...soon.

Crap.

My blog is obviously sucking mongo lately.
Followers just come and then they go.

Don't leave, friends.
It breaks my little heart.

Go if you must, though.

I understand.  My blog isn't what it once was.

Bah-humbug.

Moment of Truth.

I just spent the past 3 hours watching Grey's Anatomy re-runs.  The entire time I couldn't help but think that's going to be me, in just a few short weeks.   Obviously, not the doctor part, but the hospital part.  I'm finally going to be in a hospital.  This is what I've been wanting for over a year now.  I've made it.  I'm here.  Things are happening.  I'm down to my last few classes before Nursing school.  I'm getting stellar grades and I'm kicking ass.  I'm acheiving my goals and it feels amazing.

I found something I love.
...and I'm pretty stinkin' good at it.

Nurse Carter, here I come.

New Blog Templates.

Remember how I was too afraid to try the new blogger templates?

Welp, I tried it.

And I hate it.
And I can't get it back to before.

Ugh.

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Don't worry, team.
I fixed it.  

But I won't try that again.

Sheeeesh.

Songs for the Blog.

I'd like to have a cute song playing while people gander around.

I hear lots of cute songs in blog land.

The problem:  They are mushy gooshy love songs, and the blog is about a couple.

My blog isn't about a couple.

Just me.

And I can't find a really great song that fits my blog/personality.

This is a big dilemma.

So, until I find THE song, you'll have to read in silence.

...or your iTunes playlist.

I feel pretty. Oh, so pretty.

My extensions make me feel pretty.

...even though you can TOTALLY tell they are extensions.

Does that make me high maintenace/materialistic?

Kinda. 

Does it also make me super happy to feel pretty?

Yes.

Does the good outway the bad?

Absolutely.

Follwing the Leader.

Welcome, The Bennett's.
So nice to have your cute lil' family here.

Ta-da.

Well, friends.

I got the job.   

[!!!!!]

Super stoked and super proud.

This is definitely the summer of greatness.

...went on my first vacation without Mom.
...got my tattoo, after a year of debating.
...got on at the hospital.

Now, I just need to ride an elephant and sky dive and my life will be complete.

I need you.

Dear Friends,

How do I add the twitter and facebook things on the side so you can be friends with me outside of blog land?

Help me, please.
Thanks.

Following the Leader.

Welcome, Kaleena.  
I love having you here. 
...and I love new followers.

Gettin' some INK.

Chhhheck me outttt.

 My stairway to heaven, in honor of my pappa bear.

HB, Sammy Kay.

Tomorrow is July 7th and my Sammy Kay turns 22. 

Sam and I have known each other for 22 years.  The first few years she was my best friend.  We'd have sleep overs together and stay up late putting her hamster down our shirts for entertainment.  

The next few years, she was my little "kid sister" that I had to take everywhere or else I'd be in trouble.  She tagged along to everything and it was always such a drag.

The past 3 years she's been my best friend.  We did everything together, went everywhere together, did everything together.  She'd text me good morning and tell me goodnight.  She was the one to drive 45 minutes to spend the night with me when I was scared of living in Salt Lake.  I was the one to comfort her when some boy broke her heart.  She'd tickle my back and play with my hair and I would be her "big sister" in times of need.  She'd come to me for advice, words of encouragement, homework help, rides to school, help with a job, help with life in general.  We were there for each other and it was comforting.

But the past 6 months, things have changed.  Maybe I've changed.  Maybe she's changed.  Maybe we've both changed.  She has let me down.  Hurt my feelings.  Made me feel bad.  Brought me down.  Made me sad.  She hurt me and disappointed me over and over and over again.   And finally, I decided it was enough.  I stopped texting back and I stopped answering her calls.  She stopped writing me and gradually, we stopped talking.  It wasn't a big fight and it wasn't something we talked about.  Just one day, it was over. 

I can't say that I'm sad about it ending, because the way things were going was not making me happy.  However, I am sad about losing what we used to have.  I miss our sleep overs and our long talks.  I miss her random texts.  I miss helping her with whatever it was she needed.  I miss doing her hair when she didn't feel pretty.  I miss her tickling my back when I had a bad day.  I miss her silly laugh and the way she falls to the floor when she finds something hysterical.  I miss her style and her corky things she does.  I miss how she bugs the shit out of me, but still makes me smile.  I miss having her when I needed her.  And I miss being there when she needed me.  I miss my best friend, and I wish so much that she were still the girl she once was. I wish she finds her roots and goes back to being the happy girl that jams out to Britney Spears and paints her toenails black. 

But most of all, I wish she were still my Sammy Kay.

I wish for her to have a very Happy Birthday.

...and I hope she remembers how much I love her.

The New Me.

From blonde and short,

to brunette and long.

Epiphany.

Who knew that hot pink nail polish
could make me so damn happy?

Anonymous.

I had a mean anonymous comment on "My Protection" blog. 

I don't tolerate mean comments.
and I no longer tolerate anonymous comments.

So, ditch the hate.
This makes blog land not fun.

Thanks.