my thoughts are undergoing hostile takeover by "the future". i keep pushing it away, to the back burner, but people (and by people, i mostly mean the parental units) keep bringing it up. I AM SO SICK OF TALKING ABOUT "THE FUTURE"!!!! because that's all it is...talk. i have no plans yet. what good will it do to keep asking about my "plans" every single day??? nothing has changed, goddammit!!! i'm just worried about getting through my last year of nursing school!!! sighh...sorry. ranting. mostly, my dad keeps bringing it up and it's driving me crazy!!!!
i miss being in seattle.... :(
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
accelerated reading
we used to have this thing in elementary school, called accelerated reading. after you read a book, you could take a quick little test on it, but nothing that required critical thinking, of course. you had to do a certain number a year...i always exceeded mine because i liked reading books instead of paying attention in class.
it's barely one week into summer and i have read:
-speak (thanks emie! it was very good, but sad...)
-the little prince
-the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy
-reread pride and prejudice
on the book list:
-the mysterious benedict society
-emma
-collected edgar allan poe stories
-many others i can't think of...but i also don't want to get too ambitious and ahead of myself. :O
any suggestions??
it's barely one week into summer and i have read:
-speak (thanks emie! it was very good, but sad...)
-the little prince
-the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy
-reread pride and prejudice
on the book list:
-the mysterious benedict society
-emma
-collected edgar allan poe stories
-many others i can't think of...but i also don't want to get too ambitious and ahead of myself. :O
any suggestions??
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
picnic provisions!
i can't stop thinking about picnic food, to the point where my mouth is watering just at the thought.
picnic potluck...uhh....pizza. no...oooh, potato salad. i make killer potato salad. then i googled picnic food. and i ran across this. and now i am so befuddled.
cold noodles? delicious wraps? pasta salad? quesadillas? crusty bread and dip? or stick to pizza? or stick to potato salad? UGHHH....so many choices...! what do you all think?
i think i need to make a costco run.
picnic potluck...uhh....pizza. no...oooh, potato salad. i make killer potato salad. then i googled picnic food. and i ran across this. and now i am so befuddled.
cold noodles? delicious wraps? pasta salad? quesadillas? crusty bread and dip? or stick to pizza? or stick to potato salad? UGHHH....so many choices...! what do you all think?
i think i need to make a costco run.
Friday, May 15, 2009
chocolate pudding
so i tried to apply for this scholarship, and i finished the essay i was writing for it, but then i went to turn it in and found out the deadline had passed by a couple of hours. FML.
might as well put the essay to good use. we'll call it a short story. ^^
There is a saying that talks of moments that change us so profoundly that life afterwards will forever be known as before this moment, and after this moment. I had promised a game of rummy with him after dinner. Of course, as nursing goes, we get swept aside with tasks suddenly pressing; it is too easy to become consumed by what needs to get done. The promise flew back to me a few hours later, and as my feet rushed, my hand clenched around a deck of cards in shame. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and sleep was looming and reproachful. I tread toward his bed, and touched his arm. Graciously, he smiled as my feeble apologies tumbled forth. And when I asked what I could do to make it up to him, he politely requested chocolate pudding, if I could find it. “Two spoons!” he called, as I practically ran out to fetch it, eager to alleviate the embarrassment I felt over the missed game of cards. There was no chocolate pudding anywhere. Suddenly, I remembered the fortuitous chocolate pudding I had brought and was saving for my break. I strode victoriously back to his room, and whispered to him our luck that I had found the last one. He smiled again, insisted that the second spoon was mine, and we shared the pudding over talk of swine flu. When the last of the pudding was gone, he sighed, "That really hit the spot." He turned toward me and smiled widely, his eyes glittering in the soft orange light. As he thanked me, he said, "You really made my night." I couldn't help the answering smile breaking on my face, as I whispered back that he made my night as well. There was before this moment, the textbooks, the tests, the tiredness, and the theories of nursing school. And there is after this moment, the connection, the communication, and the kindness: all conscious, faint, and feathery, but present and alive.
might as well put the essay to good use. we'll call it a short story. ^^
There is a saying that talks of moments that change us so profoundly that life afterwards will forever be known as before this moment, and after this moment. I had promised a game of rummy with him after dinner. Of course, as nursing goes, we get swept aside with tasks suddenly pressing; it is too easy to become consumed by what needs to get done. The promise flew back to me a few hours later, and as my feet rushed, my hand clenched around a deck of cards in shame. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and sleep was looming and reproachful. I tread toward his bed, and touched his arm. Graciously, he smiled as my feeble apologies tumbled forth. And when I asked what I could do to make it up to him, he politely requested chocolate pudding, if I could find it. “Two spoons!” he called, as I practically ran out to fetch it, eager to alleviate the embarrassment I felt over the missed game of cards. There was no chocolate pudding anywhere. Suddenly, I remembered the fortuitous chocolate pudding I had brought and was saving for my break. I strode victoriously back to his room, and whispered to him our luck that I had found the last one. He smiled again, insisted that the second spoon was mine, and we shared the pudding over talk of swine flu. When the last of the pudding was gone, he sighed, "That really hit the spot." He turned toward me and smiled widely, his eyes glittering in the soft orange light. As he thanked me, he said, "You really made my night." I couldn't help the answering smile breaking on my face, as I whispered back that he made my night as well. There was before this moment, the textbooks, the tests, the tiredness, and the theories of nursing school. And there is after this moment, the connection, the communication, and the kindness: all conscious, faint, and feathery, but present and alive.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
flight attendant rap
there is an airline company i don't particularly like, and it flies south and it flies west....but this flight attendant has me sold!
Friday, April 17, 2009
a picture is worth a thousand words
click on the pics to see them! (they got cut off a bit)
a picture of you dressed up
a picture of you dressed up
a picture of you that is old, but is one of your favorites
a picture of you and who you live with
a picture of you during the summer
a picture of you with a parent or two
a picture of you in your room
a picture of you very drunk
a picture of you on your birthday
a picture on your favorite holiday
the oldest picture you have of yourself in digital form
a picture of you in one of your favorite outfits
a picture of you making a funny face
a picture of you showing off your new haircut
a picture of you being your true self
a picture of a time in your life that you wish wasn't over
a picture of a time in your life that you're happy is over
a picture of you being ridiculous
a picture of you with your oldest friend(s)
a picture of you with your newest friend(s)
a picture you didn't know was being taken
a picture when you were anything but happy, even if you were smiling and doing your best to hide it.
a picture of yourself that you like
a picture of you with someone you love
a picture of you with a sibling
a picture of you with something you love
a picture of you living your life how you would like to live everyday of your life
a picture of when your life was changing
a picture of you and one of your talents
a picture that makes your heart smile
a picture that makes your heart hurt
a picture of you and who you live with
a picture of you during the summer
a picture of you with a parent or two
a picture of you in your room
a picture of you very drunk
a picture of you on your birthday
a picture on your favorite holiday
the oldest picture you have of yourself in digital form
a picture of you in one of your favorite outfits
a picture of you making a funny face
a picture of you showing off your new haircut
a picture of you being your true self
a picture of a time in your life that you wish wasn't over
a picture of a time in your life that you're happy is over
a picture of you being ridiculous
a picture of you with your oldest friend(s)
a picture of you with your newest friend(s)
a picture you didn't know was being taken
a picture when you were anything but happy, even if you were smiling and doing your best to hide it.
a picture of yourself that you like
a picture of you with someone you love
a picture of you with a sibling
a picture of you with something you love
a picture of you living your life how you would like to live everyday of your life
a picture of when your life was changing
a picture of you and one of your talents
a picture that makes your heart smile
a picture that makes your heart hurt
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
lost...
when will i ever stop losing my phone? probably never. it's the nature of the beast between me and my cell phone. i have lost it all over seattle...found it, lost it, found it.
i hate the feeling you have when you've lost something. i end up dreaming about finding it, and then waking up to the reality. it's not the most important thing in the world...but i am feeling so lost and disconnected without it.
i have lost some sense of time, but most of all...i feel like i've lost one of the only things that makes me feel connected to others. i can't call for help, and i can't answer when people try to reach me quickly. it's so inconvenient, so maddening how something that wasn't necessary at first becomes so ingrained into daily routine that being without makes me practically helpless and unresourceful. so now i cling to the internet, with the hopes of life returning to normal sometime soon.
i hate the feeling you have when you've lost something. i end up dreaming about finding it, and then waking up to the reality. it's not the most important thing in the world...but i am feeling so lost and disconnected without it.
i have lost some sense of time, but most of all...i feel like i've lost one of the only things that makes me feel connected to others. i can't call for help, and i can't answer when people try to reach me quickly. it's so inconvenient, so maddening how something that wasn't necessary at first becomes so ingrained into daily routine that being without makes me practically helpless and unresourceful. so now i cling to the internet, with the hopes of life returning to normal sometime soon.
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