i think i just ordered a coffee coffee coffee

I can't be sure but I think I just ordered a $5 drink that tastes pretty weird. I added an extra shot of coffee cause I just cannot wake up. But when the guy called out my order as being ready he said something about a triple something or another. So now i'm kinda confused and I know well and good that if i asked they'd make me a new one, but I just hate being that person that complains. So I'm just gonna go add some sugar and have a lovely lunch time with my friend who just arrived.

Let me Know the Stuff I Know

So I've been told I need to blog some more and I figure in this case it's okay to give into peer pressure, especially since the person asking is so delightful. So this is for April. hahah. And in her honor, I am of course at Starbucks with my soy pumpkin spice latte and listening to music on my iPhone. All of this reminds me of Miss April. The only thing that would make this setup more perfect would be to listen to some M. Ward (but Jenny Lewis's new album will have to do).

I feel like a century has gone by since my last blog (in time and experiences I've had) so my choices to blog on are numerous. I think I'll just shoot the breeze and see what comes out.

Mostly I feel like God has been showing me some good stuff and even though some of it has been like pulling teeth (on my part. cause I'm sorta dense at times). The more I know, I just wish I could know the stuff I know. It's one thing to know you have groceries in the kitchen, but you need to know WHAT groceries you have if you want to be able to make a meal. Or the other day I was reading an old journal from high school. I'd written something there about how if you look at the world, you'll become like the world. If you keep your eyes on God you'll become more like him. Simple enough, but it took me until a few months ago to really know that statement and not just know of it. And honestly, I think I might spend life getting to know it more fully.

Let's see, let's see. WRITING! The more I toy with the idea of writing, the more I can see myself doing it. Some days I wake up excited and can't hurry enough to work on my project. Logically, I would dismiss the idea of me as writer, right away cause it's not practical. But I've never jumped out of bed with excitement to go be a nurse. I'll talk some about writing below. You can stop reading here if such things bore you.

As of late, I've been trying my hand at a screenplay about a missionary. I am realizing what my teacher said was true: Writing is not just an art, but a discipline. It's one thing to have a good idea, but to sit down and hack it out to something decent is just work work work. Unfortunately my personality is just a tad bit flighty. I can be cleaning my room, walk into the kitchen to throw something away, get distracted by a dish there, and completely abandon my room. The good news is (I think) that self-discipline is...well...a discipline. So maybe there's hope for me. Starbucks helps. Not really, but it's a mind game.

I've been told that to be a writer means to just sit down and write something everyday. Whoever said it, didn't work 12 hour nursing shifts. I guess I generally agree with the statement though. Some days I've sat for hours thinking only to change my characters name. I'm not sure that is a very productive day, but I just couldn't go on with the story until I knew her name. Thankfully I'm about to start some treatments and there won't be room for such frivolous details. I say treatments (essentially and outline of plot)because I cannot decide on a setting and I feel like I need to bust out some treatments for the various locations I am thinking of for the film I want to write before I can choose. I just need to commit to an idea and go for it instead of being held back by fear or whatever it is. I guess wish me luck. I'm gonna go start that now.

2010

Well I made it to the future. Ha. Well it still seems like the future. I'm kind of bummed there are no flying cars. All in All I'm excited about 2010. Living in my fun new apartment (me and the cat) is delightful and it makes me feel like life is happening and I must savor every bit. And there is just something about checking the mail when the mailbox is attached to your house (oh, who am I kidding, I love checking the mail in all types of places).

I don't usually make many resolutions. I would like to refocus on some goals though. It is hard to live for today sometimes. I think that's what God intended us to do though. So that is basically my goal. Listen to the Holy Spirit, be led by the Holy Spirit. Get my daily bread from the Lord. Don't get caught up in worrying and fretting about tomorrow. And if a day turns out bad,I just need to abide in Him...and just be a little like Scarlett O'Hara: "Tomorrow is another day!"

i wish the west wing were still on

Boy, it's been awhile since I posted to this blog. Perhaps, it's because I've been forcing myself to blog daily during the year of 2009. I decided that a daily blog would make me accountable to life. I don't know that's it working, but I hope that by talking about my days I will not let them slip by. I'm afraid I might turn into someone recording their experiences on camera instead of actual experiencing them. So, basically my multiple blogging has distracted me fromm the others I usually do.

Oh life. life, life, life. I've been learning a lot about life...well specifically God's life-giving spirit. It's cool. I think the purpose of receiving God's spirit and then sharing it with others, sure makes things simple. And I like simplicity. And I'm pretty sure I finally figured out my actual gifting, among my million hobbies. This is pretty fantastic. I was always a bit jealous of those people who were awesome at one thing since birth. They had no doubt in their minds, they just had one thing to do, and could do it well. I on the other hand run the gamet when it comes to hobbies and interests...so much so that my time is never focused on one. This makes me good at nothing. So now that I'm pretty sure God showed me my gifting is somewhere in writing or storytelling. And I feel a little bit giddy.

The weirder part (and for those non-believers out there...you might think I'm a nut starting about now) is that I suddenly realize that is the area that satan will of course try and rob me. It only makes since that if God's plan is for me to glorify him and to set others free through my writing that Satan would hate this the most. I discoverd this because the other day I had the freakiest dream. Right as I fell asleep I was suddenly dreaming of myself lying in bed in my room. Only my room was not quite the same. The furniture was rearranged slightly. The lighting seem to be that of candles...sort of a dark glow. In the air, I could hear music. It was sort of old fashioned music someone might play on an upright piano in a western or something. Only, it was being played on the toy piano I actually have in my room in real life. And the scariest part was that someone was gagging me, or sitting on my chest so that I had no air in my lungs to be able to speak. I became more aware of my muteness and tried to scream. I could not. This is when panic set in and I tried to wake up. I was not only mute, but paralyzed. Finally I guess I was able to make a groan in the physical because my mom heard and came in to check on me. This is not my first nightmare, so she was quick to the rescue. Thank goodness. Thinking back, I've had these reoccuring dreams of being mute. This is very interesting.

So lots of lessons learned lately. What else? Soon I will be on days. Still at my old job. It seems the job I hoped for was already filled. I'll keep on keepin on. Still looking regularly for something better. I hope that days will return me to my former human..and less zombie-like self. I get to go to NYC soon. So that should be fun. Started some guitar lessons...hoping these will make me a less sloppy player and get me over my plateau. I've only been to one, but I expect the lessons will do just that.

And I suppose I should mention my title. I do wish the West Wing was still on. I've been watching a marathon with my mom starting from season 1. She used to give me heck about liking the show and now she likes it too. My brother even snuck in a disc according to my mom. The writing is awesome. Some people dislike the idealism and mistake it for preaching. Okay, maybe there is a bit of preaching. I don't care though, I think that's what a good piece of art does. It is not stuck in reality, but can inspire you to better things. I'm not a big fan of politics. I'm sort of a more "pay Ceasar what you owe him" and "trust in God, not man" kinda gal, but I do love that show.

I keep finding myself wishing for more seasons. I love the characters. The actors were great. I've been youtubing and googling everyone to see what they are up to. Allison Janney rocks any screen she shows up on. Poor Bradley Whitford lost out when Studio 60 was cancelled. Janel Moloney apparently moved to NY to do theatre. I have no idea what Martin Sheen is doing. And I wish there was just more Richard Schiff in the entertainment world. Of course that's not all of them, but I do miss the quality that show had. Don't get me wrong, I love my show Bones, but it's not like the West Wing. They are just different genres really. Sure, they both fall under television drama...but there's just no comparison.

There is a season...

Turn Turn Turn...


So here I am again. Since I'm awake and feeling like I'm on waiting on the horizon for the sun to rise what better to do than to blog? And for the record I dislike the term blog. It's so bloggy and not at all eloquent. I prefer something like "shoot the breeze," journal, or simply run at the mouth (or my fingers really). This is not what I've come here to talk about though.

So, per usual my job still drives me nuts. With each day I go there I feel I'm losing a part of myself and replacing it with a bitter morsel of dispair or even enmity. And the more I complain about it the bigger the hypocrite I feel. I must put my feet where my mouth is. And if there is one thing nurses have the freedom to do it is walk out the door and find another place that needs us just as much. Granted that my current type of nursing is not my cup of tea. In fact most of the current healthcare...scratch that. Most of our current state of health in America is not my cup of tea!

So you might ask, what would you do about it then? Well, that is exactly what I harp on about on a regular basis (or enough to be known around my circles as a health nut): health promotion. Yes...encourage humans to live to their fullest instead of being slaves to consumerism, inactivity, diseases of affluence, and otherwise zombie-like existences.
[insert ad for Wall-E here...is this really too far off?]


sooooooooo...i've been walking around saying i want to do something like health promotion...and then i would usually say "yes, but i can't afford to work at the health department." or "the job i want doesn't exist. no one cares about preventing disease in the first place. they would rather just treat it once it's too late."
but after my job ticked me off for the last time i came home in search of another one. and what to my wondering eyes should appear? but a job posting entitled "health promotion representative". i was so excited about the job description i jumped right into editing my resume instead of sleeping. and you don't know how much i usually detest resumes.

so basically, I'm hoping to be hired based soley on my enthuasism for the subject. haha. no really.

in the meantime i'm still on a vegan kick. which is really not a kick at all, but just a new way of living. and i find this has led me into the world of organic foods..which has led me back to the idea of gardening...which has led me to be firmly stuck on the idea of organic gardening...which puts all sorts of ideas and dreams into my head about healthy food, poor people, fully enriched lives, happiness, and bluebirds, and all that other crap that will get you thrown into the freak category. and this does not even take into account that i'm a christian or the music i listen to (which i'm told counts as "hippie-catterwalling").








all these changes and the thinking i've done lately has led me to the conclusion that i need not have this thick skin or toughness i've been wishing for all this time. Instead i believe that being myself might just lead me out of the wrong paths and onto the ones that actually enrich my life. so yes...i can still be a kid...but only in the sense that maybe as a child i was the real me.

Can I just be a toys R kid?

Okay, I admit it. I've decided I don't want to grow up. It might be too late for that though. You know what is so annoying to discover: i'm not tough at all. I used to picture myself like a tough little cookie...like V.I Warshawski or Cate Blanchett's characters.

And now after all these years I discover I'm not the least bit tough. ugh. It might just be that I'm overly stressed now, but I think it might be true. I'm really like those annoying characters in movies that you want to slap and tell them to git a grip. What has brought me to this realization? Just the little things that come with being a grown up I guess. Good and Bad things...doesn't matter, i just want to stay an immature kid i think. let me think on the last few months:
-ugh, i turned a quarter of century old.
-just bought a new car.


-took 3 vacations which is a bit luxurious and yet somehow not completely satisfying
-found a primary care physician? lame.
-i'm vegan now. weird.
-i'm responsible for the lives of others on a regular basis.
-and now i've had my first patient die. this sucks beyond belief. despite all the interventions they are still gone. what the heck?
-i have a car payment to go with the pretty new car.
-i review my credit report. you know as a kid you don't even have one...so carefree.
-now when i go to weddings people expect that i must want to be in my own.
-i get a bit of road rage when people tailgate me.
-my brain is so full of information i've become senile...that or i'm dehydrated and hungry and therefore cannot think. which ever...you know this never happens to kids. they always have something clever to say.
-i work in a job i don't like and yet cannot bring myself to quit...did i mention new car payment?
-i'm responsible for making sure other people get fed...okay it's the cats and dogs..but still.
-i can't just lean on the faith of my mother...i've got to have my own. hmmm.
-they say gas prices are high. i've not thought a lot about it...but i'm sure it's bad for me;D
-i'm not in the military...so i'm stuck with all the responsibilty of my life...

crazy cat lady

this image makes me feel better about myself. i swear. less like a cat lady and more like some freaky disney character that attracts nature. hahaha. plus that black cat looks just like mine! okay enough. i only have one cat of my own. can i help it that people can't think of anyone else to watch their animals?

hmmm. it's 2008. yea? i'm totally not focused on my own life, but these writers'. i have no ties to the WGA and yet i can think of nothing else than this darned writers strike. i swear i'd go stand in my driveway with a picket sign if i had one. i do have my shirt. so yea for me. someone give me a cookie.

and now i've really gone off my rocker. besides slaving away at work (and occassionally having emotional outbreaks in front of my coworkers...so embarrasing. i think i need thicker skin. do they sell that at the gap?), going to the gym with a personal trainer and the whole shebang, getting massages, paying my ex gay boyfriend with food to give me piano lessons, and whatever else i've been doing....i now have taken up acting classes. what can i be thinking. and on top of it..auditioned for a talent agency (only b/c my acting coach pushed me into it). don't worry. i don't have any word yet either way. but what on earth could i be thinking? i'm a nurse, right?

now for a brief interlude. don't you miss those overtures in the middle of a film?


why don't they have those anymore?
i've only seen a handful of film lately, but i did enjoy them all.
juno: nice. nice.
i'm not there: freakishly fun. cate blanchett are you for real. and who wants to be train hopping poor black child just like bob dylan? i do i do. if only people put more pies out in their windows...and there were less scary guys cutting people's heads off. darn them.
enchanted: yes, i did. and i loved it! amy adams is totally awesome in those type roles. it's hilarious. i was even able to laugh at the roaches...while trying not to throw up.

and all of them had fun soundtracks. i was so happy. i think the old people in the dylan movie thought i was blasphemis when i ran out of the theatre during the end credits' "Like a rolling stone." you don't understand though. i'd been holding for like an hour and a half. i figured it would be worse to walk out during the actual film. but it was amazing to see everyone else glued to the seat at the end of that. usually i'm the only one watching credits. okay. i'm done. nothing else to rattle on about....except how excited i am about the upcoming zooey deschanel album..and m ward. he's cool. ooh ooh and beirut....i just discovered this madness.i love it!

Baby It's Cold, windy, rainy, and down right yucky outside: perfect time to sleep!

Well, I just got home from working the night shift....and more importantly: my llast shift with a preceptor tied to my hip. Yes, it occurred to me as I was leaving the hospital that next time I show up, I'm on my own. And with that realization a bout of nausea quickly entered my stomach...which was promptly surpressed by my steely nurse stomach of steel!

In all actuality I really don't think it will be much different then what i've been doing because I've basically doing all the work already for a long time now. It's just the idea that I no longer have that safety net (someone bugging me all the time and checking behind me) that freaks me out. I'm about to climb the ladder to the high wire for my first solo performance...and it's a bit freaky. But, the show must go on and the trapeze artist must not die.

Did i mention i was tired? So there is no doubt this blog is sounding a bit nutty. I find around 4am I start to get a little punchy...which is good because when i'm laughing it's hard to be stressed. and that is a good thing. and it's going on 9 am and the wind is beating against my windows and i'm not sure why i'm not asleep. i guess i'll hit the hay for a few hours. merry christmas to all and to all a goodnight, no morning. what day is it again?

WAR, PEACE, STRANGERS, SPOILED, GUILT, SERVANT, GOD, SIMPLICITY

In the spring of 2005 I saw the film "Hearts and Minds." I remember walking out of my film class speechless. I don't think I was able to bring any words to my lips until at least the next day. There were too many thoughts racing through my head: a combination of trying to process the historical events and then of course as many have pointed out it is impossible not to think of the present war. One of my memories from that film that stayed with me was of a girl who was interviewed back on the homefront about her thoughts on the war in Vietnam(probably because I am essentially that: an American girl in the midst of a war). I was horrified by her answer (or maybe secretly petrified to think that maybe I felt the same) that she would really just prefer to think about her own life and that it was not important to her. This scene was of course strategically juxtoposed against horrific war images and dying people on both sides...afterall the director had of course planned that I feel this way (just good filmmaking). And I a walked away from the film swearing that I would never be like that girl.

That was 5 years into the current war. And now that we have reached 7, I've returned my thoughts to that girl. I mean, maybe I shouldn't be so horrified by her comment. Afterall, what the bloody blazes would someone like her have done to change anything. What can I do, other than live my life? All the fighting in the world or all the protesting in the world couldn't have stopped that war and probably not this one. I'm starting to see that wars are left up to a few people. The rest of the world just reacts to the chaos. People just want to live their lives. And when they are stopped from doing that (by violence, by being called off to war, by attacks, by the feelings of injustice, by someone violating their human rights or those of someone they love, etc) they then have no reason to behave, no reason not to kill to try and achieve a sense of justice, no reason to not hate strangers.

Sure, I'm guaranteed a vote. And I do. But, the power of that vote is about as real as the right to freedom of speech.

So what then? Why is that girl's comment so horrific to my person? Maybe, the idea that so many people suffer in the world and she is (or I am) free to live, what in comparison seems, a frivolous life. Isn't that the gist of all war films or am I the only one with this American guilt?

But, I cannot judge this girl. If anyone looked at me they might see the same girl. But, the truth is that I do care, I want good things for my fellow man. But, that is easy to say before the spider ever comes down to bother you....while you're still sitting pretty on your tuffet...eating my curds and whey.

Here's another thought though...I don't believe people are good and maybe not so bad. But, under duress they are reduced to little children who will do whatever is needed to conserve self. But what about heroes who risk life and limb to save others....would it be too simple or rude to say that maybe they are either operating under alterior motives or maybe just crazy? No, I'm kidding. I'm not talking about people who choose to enter such circumstances by choice. I'm talking about people who for whatever reason are thrust into horrific things that seem very unjust. Like when someone kicks you for no apparent reason! Or how about when some a-hole cuts you off in traffic or decides to ride your bumper for 3 miles. If your anything like me you think something along the lines of: HOW DARE YOU, YOU [fill in the blank]!!! Then you precede to right the wrong or maybe if your like me ( a Christian) you avoid righting the wrong and maybe pray for some patience, compassion, etc. But, in the end we have to confront ourselves as the little hideous beasties that we are (unless you're still kidding yourself).

Let me go back and try another scenario when that stranger inflincts injustice on me (this time the girl in kindergarten who kicked me then preceded to tell the teacher that I kicked her...landing me with the note home to mother). What if I had righted that wrong and given her what she had already blamed me for...what if I kicked her bloomer-clad bum?! Well, then I would have violated her rights, I would have dashed any basic respect for her person. But, she would have got what was coming to her! Right? She would have "got got," in the words of a Hell's Angel circa 1970. What then? Maybe when those girls teased me in the 5th grade, I could have poisoned their lunches with a bit of laxative? Maybe, when that girl poured chocolate milk on my pants in the 7th grade I could have used a gun to rectify the situation. Maybe. But, I didn't. I think in all those situations I just sorta went on with my life (maybe I've not done a good job of forgetting...but I'd like to think that I'm pretty well forgiven on all accounts). And let me not sound like a saint...I did punch the crap out of that kid's nose in the fourth grade (forgotten why).

So what is my bloody point? Not sure...afterall I'm not very good at those or writing. I think my point might lie along the lines of "turn the other cheek" or "love thy neighbor as thyself." I can't decide which I like better. But, I'm not gonna kid myself with dreams of peace and whatever. I think I just won't feel so guilty about being like that girl...I will concentrate on my life: thank God for the blessings that I do have, serve God, serve others. If I try to worry about the rest (the futile world of senseless things, fleeting actions, and empty words) I'd end up with an ulcer or a hole in my head. If there is anything I learned in my days of un-needed therapy it was that the only thing I can change or control is myself.

I'm Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Well, I finally made it to the LAST day of school (and if you knew me you'd know just how fantastic that is)!

I thought it would be more exciting...or maybe a little bitter sweet. No tears were shed and hardly any pictures taken. But I'm done...fini....no more! Whoo hooo. Okay, maybe not "no more" if I go back later...but still. Well, anyhoo. Nothing intelligent to say here because I'm pretty sure school has made my intellect useless. But, I'll get that magic paper in a couple weeks and I've got a interview lined up...so now I've just gotta go pray about what the heck I should do with my life:) Oh, and my trip to California was fun...I saw Dennis Rodman (not the star-sighting I had in mind...but it'll do pig).

I know how this little guy feels. I feel like I'm gonna be sprinting until graduation. Luckily I've built in a nice trip to California for myself (a nursing convention so it is completely school related...lol...oh who am I kidding it is soo gonna be vacation too). Then I found out my big project is due about 2 weeks earlier than I thought. So guess who's gonna be putting in 6 hours a week on that...unless I get an extension [insert prayer to God...please God let her give me an extension]. And now my mither is coming down...so that is gonna make things more interesting I'm sure. And sadly, I still have not even done my resume...so what is the point of all this if I don't have a job when I'm done. better get that and my applications done stat. where does the time go? today, i referred to something that happened at the beginning of my shift (~3pm) as "this morning"!!!! crazy. with the grace of God (and maybe a little redbull) i'll get there. can you people stop having life problems til i get done with school, please? lol. where's my mulivitamin?

j.o.b.'s

"speaking of your j.o.b. mulder...."
as you can see i just got my $10 copy of season 6 of the x-files. i knew if i held out i wouldn't have to pay that ridiculous $100. of course, i am about 10 years behind or something like that...but hey.
i've been thinking about this thing: fan obsession
what exactly is the point of obsessing over famous people? i am guilty on many charges (the victims are pictured throughout this blog), but i still can't figure out why i do it.



i am for the most part a perfectly sane person (uber healthy in the mental health department) so I know that in the scheme of life...these people, their work, etc. are all very fleeting. just like the rest of us: here today, gone tomorrow.

and lately when i watch award shows (as i have done since i was like 10) i can't help thinking: what is the bloody point? sometimes it's like they are just giving the award to someone b/c...well, they have to give it to somebody. half the time i think they just chose the nominees b/c they were the only ones around. the best example of this is the animated feature film. some of these are real crap...but hey, they are the only ones that year, so by all means let's nominate them. bleh. this year i think most of them deserved recognition though. but, i diverge from my point: all in all the awards don't mean anything at all (except maybe for the actor who gets more parts the next year...til he is forgotten for the new winners). and the funniest part is how serious people take them...as though all of life depends on receiving a gold piece of hardware.

so, why then? there must be something good or at least a reasonable answer for why I and thousands of others fawn over these people! b/c they seem like cool people? DOUBTFUL...i feel sorry for a lot of the poor shmoes and most are boring (except zooey....you have to admit she is so cool).


good role models then? well...that's a big NO...for the same reason i just mentioned. why then?!!!! i will attempt to describe my theory, based on my recent return to obsessing over gillian anderson:

when I watch a performance by someone like GA, I can't help but think that what she is doing surpasses plain ol' entertainment. in her performances you can see that she is totally there. she is the character. and in those moments she is somehow giving us a truth...we are peering in on her soul. this does not have to take place during a dramatic scene (even though Gillian is really good at those). actors can show us anything from pure joy to unimaginable heartbreak.
[nothing like jackie coogan in Chaplin's the Kid]

now you might think..well all that is in the writing. and i would agree that a lot of it is. but it is up to the actor to make us believe it...to reveal that character's truths and inner self. all this sounds crazy. but it has to be true. just consider the x-files. on paper scully is steely fbi agent who' partner is completely crazy. she has been abducted and beaten to pulp many a time. and on top of that, they want us to believe that she is still a regular gal who desires marriage and babies (even alien/human hybrid ones, if that is all she can get).

now put Gillian Anderson in the part and you get about a billion gallons of subtext that somehow make all this pefectly reasonable. and on top of that she can make sure that you're heart is as broken as the character's with one look. and she did it for 9 years! that is pretty darned good. and if that weren't enough she went and did all those little (some not so little) parts in things like Bleak House, House of Mirth, Mighty Celt, The Mighty, Playing by Heart....you get the picture.



so, what was my point?! well, just this: when an actor is vulnerable enough to give us the truths of life (joy, sorrow, love, mad-crazy anger, or humor...which is really a more complex thing, but i'll list it anyways) i think it triggers a little alarm in those watching. and i think it is those qualities in these people that makes us cling to them. Or... maybe it is just that they are hot:
Okay maybe it is too complex to be figured out in a blog. you know i originally started this, intending to write about the fact that i will soon be a working stiff and that i need to spruce up my resume. oh well. did i mention i'm very obsessive? let the madness continue, but remember that real life is out there somewhere (kinda like the truth):)

figlets

My new favorite show!
well it's been a bloody long time since i updated this thing...i think they even changed the name to blogger. well why would you use blogger, when you have myspace? ahhh....i'll continue anyways b/c lets face it: i like the sound of my own keys clickity clacking....and i should b/c it's not very likely that anyone reads this. figlets: what's the difference between a figlet and a fig? is that like the fruit version of veal/cow? should i feel bad about eating them? is it just a pretentious name that enables the company to jack up the prices? well i and my cat enjoy eating them anyways. boy life changes in a year doesn't it? how many questions can i ask myself in one blog?

why am i always on this thing when i should be doing something important instead?
why have i developed such a nasty ellipses habit...lazy i suppose. awww look at that: my brothers cat has finally learned to like my cat. why do people hate cats so much? i've got to stop or i'll have to commit myself.

ER

"If not now" has just ranked number one on my favorite episodes of ER (and maybe all shows). The combination of Luka/Abby, Maura Tierney and Goran Visnjic's acting, and Damien Rice equals perfection in my book. I think this might even make up for the terrible episodes where Lucy is stabbed to death by Paul Subricky, which caused me many years of shock and suffering (And it is just a TV show...yeah right...did i just say that?).

Today was a day out of the twilight zone but really good at the same time. I am sore from clinching all my muscles to stay warm while painting outside all day, but I feel good. And even though it was kinda a waste of a day I am happy to find I did not get salmonella from that chicken. I might be a bit nutty from the nutty bar I ate though.

like a pink nightmare

My feet are fully satisfied because not only did they get one, but TWO pairs of slippers to slip? around in. my cat has an infected sore in his ear that is all smelly and filled with pus. excellent. i feel bad because i gave him a bath just thinking he smelled like crap, only to discover he still smelled like crap..well his ear did. then i discoverd the pus. sorry Noel. yes he is french.

i guess it is a miracle i did not snap and go on a killing rampage over the holidays. life is just not that bad i guess. i was worried for a minute there. i had plans about large boluses of potassium and the crazies i'm related to. but they are all over now. i think. boy if this darned blog weren't enough to have me commited already, i go and write that last paragraph.

my pink fuzzy slippers are grand i must say. i wonder if i will be able to make it through the upcoming semester. i feel like a train that is running out steam. i don't know how much more i can take before i roll back down the hill. if those darned cows would just get off my track! yeah that made little or no sense...but why start now? well i believe i have done too much thinking already. as forest says ...well i can't think of anything he says that would apply to this moment. so i think i will go to bed now or maybe Go back to GREENBOW ALABAMA!

Mr. Rogers

Well it was a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Too bad I didn't really get to go out and enjoy it because I have been trying to write dumb papers and not study. But my dad did wash my car...which is so unexpected by the way...but much appreciated. I also got to hang out with my friends. If procrastinating were a paid skill I'd be rollin in it! Yeah, so i still have two finals tommorow and the dumb papers which i still havent finished are due. I plan to be in bed by midnight though...i know what i know...no sense cramming other crap in at the last minute. maybe i'm too confident from the grade i made in the other class or im just stupid. either way, i'll be getting a good nights rest. a healthy breakfast is not very likely though. why i am i on here if i still have crap to do...got me.

Christmastime in the cold rainy traffic-ee full of yankees did i mention smoggy when its hot city

Everyone around me is crazy. It took me 22 years and something like 5 months to figure this out. Now that we have that settled: the phone is ringing...NO i was gonna say something about how great nursing school is, but that is boring. Had a final today and I don't want to jinx myself by saying I did well. Plus I still have a couple more and 5 essays to write by monday. At least I don't have to watch that crap a** movie Lost in Translation though...but I did rent it so maybe i should just watch it. Well whatever. I wonder why Maura Tierney doesn't get better roles outside of television or awards for that matter. I think she is probably one of the best if not the best actresses ever (her and cate blanchett could have a battle). Her acting is so subtle that people don't notice how great she is. She does not have to have a brilliant part with overly dramatic scenes to be great. She could have a horribly written scene and still make it interesting just with a reaction shot. Brilliant. End of Rant. I saw Rent...it was okay, i've seen better adaptations of musicals to screen. I think what i just did with the association of words there might be a crazy factor. oh well, at least i noticed it. i would be great at improv.

funny ha-ha

Raven: So, what's going on with you two?
Chelsea, Eddie: Nothing.
Raven: Oh? 'Cause lately it kinda seemed like something
Chelsea: Well, sometimes nothing can seem like something...
Raven: And sometimes something can be something.
Eddie: Unless it's nothing.
Raven: Nothing yet or nothing at all because if it's nothing at all we can do it to-geth-er.
Eddie: Can't.
Raven: Why not?
Chelsea: Because if three people do nothing, then it kinda becomes something.

Nursing School

I like God's watch...perfect timing for everything. Can you explode from being too happy?

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