Yes, I'm still trying to have a life outside of nursing. And, as a matter of pride, I am succeeding -- at the expense of little things like sleep.

On Tuesday I went out to movie night with the guys and got to see Let The Right One In again. I had already watched it once a few months ago and somehow had the impression that, despite liking it, it ( Read more... )

My 4th of July weekend started on Thursday (hey, we have a lot of stuff to fit in ( Read more... )

Mostly I am tired and frustrated and I despair of ever actually starting in a nursing program, doing clinicals or moving forward at all with that. 2010 was supposed to be the year I finally started owning my life again but it's not looking good. I don't know. There are still too many unknowns to render a final decision on "what next." I want to ( Read more... )

Home from the con. kamberlane is my hero for driving 11.5 hours both ways ( Read more... )

Most of my mini-updates have been going to Twitter and Facebook, so it's about time I settle in for a proper update here.

Summer ended amenably enough, with three-odd weeks off school. David was in the Netherlands so Hilary did a lot of nothing around the house and went to Cape Cod for a week with her parents, which was beautiful and amazing. ( Read more... )

AC was so great. The steampunk suits went over SO WELL, we could hardly have hoped for better. We handed out a zillion cards for One Day Studios (well, OK, not that many) and hopefully people will want to buy stuff from us soon ( Read more... )

If you want a place to go to talk or simply not be alone, our house will be open tonight starting at 6pm until whenever. I don't know how much crafting will be happening, but Kamber, Leandra and I will be here, along with distractions or hugs, whichever ( Read more... )

My friend Jerad just sent this to me. He said it reminded him of me. I am greatly amused.

Professor: So, how was Survey of Western Music?

Girl: It was terrible; someone would always find a way to bring up gender issues. I mean, I hate to break it to you, but eighteenth century tonal music doesn’t give a shit about your vagina.

Mom is getting better. That's all I really want to say about that ( Read more... )