Alone, but not Lonely.

Maybe I'm a loser.

Maybe I'm closed off.

Maybe I don't let people into my heart.

But, this is why.

This is why I love to be alone.

It's therapeutic to me.

It's freeing.

No one accepts me like I do.

I like to be alone.

...and I think that's okay.

Thanks for sharing this, T. 

Goals for Me.

Today I'm all about setting goals.

Goal #1.  Remove "I can't" from my vocabulary.
Goal #2.  Count my calories/watch what I eat.
Goal #3.  Blog weekly, at the very least.
Goal #4.  Study pathophysiology for 3 hours a day, at least.

...and, this one is for shits and giggles,
Goal #5. Do something that pushes me outside my comfort zone once a month.  And then blog about it.  

Feeling slightly motivated.

Is it catching on?

Hair.

I haven't cut my hair since May.

4 months.

That's a big deal.

Some sort of record, for me.

But, I'm getting bored of this hair do.

Any suggestions, that won't take too much length off?

Horoscopes and Being Smart.

Today I was reviewing for school and stuff, like normal. 

I was being quizzed by a classmate, asking me stuff about PH. 

Answers were just rolling off my tongue, and they made sense.

I had no idea I knew/remembered this stuff. 

Things just came out.

As I left the library I remember thinking that I don't give myself enough credit, and maybe I really am smarter than I think I am.    ...in a non-conceited way. 

Welp, about an hour ago I read this on my horoscope:

"You find the wisdom comes out of the blue.  You have a connection with a deep source of information that is beyond your conscious awareness."  

Yes.  Absolutely, Mr. Astrology. 

Creepy, kinda.  Right?

Cath.

Catheters are definitely not the easiest thing to put in.

That's all.

Scrubbing It.

Riddle me this: 

My friend is in town from California.  I called her Friday night, once I got off work.  She was at the bar and told me to come down.   So, I went.   In my scrubs.    I was a little nervous about it, thought people were going to judge me/look down upon me next to the all-done-up-pretty girls. 

Welp, I got more free drinks and numbers that night then I have ever before.   

Uhhh, why do I get ready
if boys dig the plain-jane look?

For Callie.

On the agenda for tomorrow:

Call financial aid office, to get my money.
Send in my Education Assistance paper work, to get my money.Figure out some sort of new header with new pictures.
Maybe print the past 4 years of pictures. 
See Step Up 3D.
...and then go to work, sometime.

Rainy Days.

My most favorite thing in the whole wide world is:  laying in bed and listening to the rain.   I bet I could do it for 18 hours straight, and not even get tired of it.

Ever.

But, sometimes you have to get out bed and take a shower because sometimes you get hot and sweaty and stinky and need to shower before you go to work at the hospital with 4 patients and don't want to stink.

Confession.

I miss So You Think You Can Dance.
Can't this show be an "all the time" kind of thing, like Judge Joe Brown?

...which, by the way, I love.

Shopping.

My least favorite thing about buying new clothes: being in the dressing room and having to put back on the clothes I wore into the store.  

No matter how cute I felt when I left the house, no matter how much primping I did, I absolutely hate my original "old" outfit after I have tried on something new and fresh from the store.  

Just me?

Patient.

I have every intention of blogging about the new job at Mckay.
I just haven't found the energy for it, yet.
...or decided how I feel about the new position.

Until then, be patient.

P.S. Is that the right kind of patient?  Like, a patient in the hospital?  Weird.

Sleeping Troubles.

I haven't been able to sleep lately, and I've been fighting a cold/strep for a good two weeks or so.   Mom thinks it's stress.

Me:  Stress?  I'm not stressed.  I feel great.
Mom:  You're not stressed?  You just started a new job, school starts in two weeks and you just found out you got into the Nursing Program.  That's stress.

Well crap.   Now I feel stressed, and definitely can't sleep. 

Perfect.

Failure.

I tried to write a blog just now.

Deleted the entire thing.

I've got no mo-jo.

...and nothing cool or witty to say.

I'm a blog fail right now.

Inception and Being Cool.

Well, I went to see an "Inception" and I am still not sure what the heck I just saw.  The movie was a) way over my head and b) way too loud.   I had my ears plugged through half the show because the guns and the explosions were giving me a headache.   I couldn't follow the plot, one minute they are in a hotel walking on walls and the next minute they are on top of a snowy mountain shooting at each other.   Dreams on top of dreams on top of dreams, and I couldn't keep up.  

Not my favorite.

Maybe I need to see it again, maybe I need to take notes during, maybe I need to wear ear plugs and maybe I need to not be such a pessimist.  

P.S.  I've never ever been into the things that are "super cool" at the time.  Never seen Harry Potter, never read the books, never seen Lord of the Rings or the Matrix, still haven't seen the Twilight movies--although I did read the books and didn't like them.   I'm just not into the "popular" thing.   Eh.

No Title.

Is it time for school to start, yet?
I'm getting awfully bored of staying up until 2am and sleeping until noon.

I need some variety in my life.

That's all.

Baby Bellies.

I'm currently bidding on a phone on Ebay for the next 45 minutes.  Therefore, I have to be on the computer at all times and I've ran out of things to look at/research/stalk.   I decided to look at maternity pictures because I love baby bellies, and I found this gem.

Please, oh heaven, let me look and feel this sexy when I'm a tub of lard.  

Beauty Pressure.

Do you feel like this, sometimes?  Because I sure do.

Inspired by Word To Your Mother.

Heat Stroker.

This weekend I piled some friends and me in my lil' Cobalt and drove to St. George for a softball tournament.  Games started at 10pm and lasted until 10am.   Balls.   I didn't sleep all night, ate a hamburger at 4am, played Egyptian Rat Screw and Texas "fold" 'em until wee hours in the morning.   My legs kind of feel like they are going to fall off and I got a gnarly fever on the way home.

Laughed a lot.
Played a lot.
Slept a little.
Had a blast.

Glad to be home, though, because my body is hating life and in need of some serious recovery.