This just in: drinking entire bottles of Andre, while it may sound like a good idea in the moment, probably won't make you feel too awesome the next morning.  How did I get my ass to the gym last year on this day?  It's just not going to happen.  Also.  Why do I do this?

So, do you want to hear about the last couple insanely exciting weeks of my ( Read more... )

 

In a just another moment, I'm going to put my laptop down.  I'm going to get in the shower and head off to my last final of my undergraduate career.  Time has flown by, and here it is, right in front of me.  Am I ready?  No, not really.  But I think I can do as well as I usually do on tests.  Or as crappy.  Depends on your definition ( Read more... )

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!

Last Saturday, I marched in my final game in Arizona Stadium.  Like, the LAST ONE.  It was against our rival school...I forget the name...something about devils.  Anywho.  We WON for the first time since my FRESHMAN YEAR.  God, that's a long effing time ago.  I mean, we crushed them.  31-10.  I got to do the Tuba Dance and play ( Read more... )

The Good:

• Having a mother who is very giving to her poor, starving college student who is dressless for the multiple December occasions and needs a pricey nursing license.  I told her I'd pay her back when I'm making the big bucks, so I hope she'll take it.
• Last night's "After Band Day" Party was fantastic right down to the Jungle Juice.  I danced, ( Read more... )

Some students are library people- they can work for hours in the silent atmosphere surrounded the less enticing smells of old books and creepy men that threaten to attack you in the dark crevices of the stacks.  Some students are coffee shop people.  I understand the appeal as I am a coffee person myself.  However, the countless 50 cent refills get ( Read more... )

Today I must:

1. Not suck at proposing my honors thesis to the smart adults on my committee.
2. Buy easy food and beer for the remaining week of hell that I must endure.  FOUR MORE SHIFTS OMG.
3. Beg Ashley for Season 3 of Battlestar Galactica.  HOLY FRACK, I'm an official nerd now.
4. Practice the clarinet.  Yes, my friends.  Practice.  For Ticheli ( Read more... )

I hate school.  I bombed a test and my teacher thinks I'm an idiot.  And now I'm stuffing my face full of potato chips and those stupid ginger snap cookies to dull the pain and it's not working!  I try to tell myself that I'm half way through, but it doesn't help!  Half of me doesn't give a shit because I have a job and none of this will ever ( Read more... )

I had one of those days today.  I threw my preceptor's morphine push tool thing that they no longer make in the sharps box.  I made some med mistakes- which I caught before I administered them, but shouldn't have made in the first place.  I was too tired to think straight and downed so much caffeine I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.  Did ( Read more... )

I'm sure you've missed my lists.

1. My preceptorship/internship/indentured servitude has begun!  And I don't actually hate it, even though it's floor nursing and I have to do it way more than should be allowed while I still have classes and band.
2. My preceptor is awesome.  No, seriously.  She gets it.
3. We're tied with Cal for #1 in the PAC-10.  ( Read more... )