I am covered in Nascar.
Blood-taking-class talk again.
22-gauge needles this week... which was weird because I remember the instructor saying it'd be 18 and 20 again, but whatever. Not complaining. We also did finger-sticks.
I went 6/6 on getting blood, yay. Kinda messed up changing the tubes, but that's why we had practice. (Wish we could've tried using those on the fake arms! But obviously not, because then it'd be harder to get the fake blood back in.)
Sadly, my own arms did not fare so well. I think I was dehydrated or something, which wouldn't've helped, but we went 0/3 on my arms, and now my right arm is really sore. Also, I was silly and had my finger-stick done on my left hand, so I've got aches on both sides. Oops.
Also, there is a lovely bruise on my finger. But it's in a spot I pretty much never hit, so it doesn't matter much.
There, that was short.
Remember there was a spider? Well, I put it outside, and a massive centipede of death moved in. I actually didn't know it was a centipede at first because I've never seen one that huge. Really, at first I thought it was another spider, because I could only see a little bit of it. No, though. It went outside, too.
And then there was a spider in the garbage this morning and it tried to kill me when I went to pull out some plastic to put it into the (reclaimed! HAHA) recycling bin. I was going to put that one outside, but it insisted on escaping my attempts to can it, so I had to flatten it, lest it escape into the kitchen, which would not be okay. Except now there's a-freaking-nother one up on the wall, near the ceiling where I can't reach it. WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE.
I made noodles with vegetables, chicken, and peanut butter tonight. It is a bit dry, so tomorrow I will make a sauce for it. (I have a recipe for the sauce, at least.) I did this while keeping an eye on the spider. I will blame the spider for the food being dry. Clearly this is the only sane and rational explanation.
Five days left to write a paper and absolutely no motivation. Come oooon, self. That's only half a page a day. You can do this.
...oh god apathy. I love learning, but I'm tired of schoolwork. I am unbelievably tired of schoolwork.
I keep trying to work on a story, but my brain has suddenly flipped into Bad Fic mode. Which basically means I've seen too much badfic and now my brain is plotting how, if at all, some of those ideas could be well-written. Please give up, Brain. You cannot win this battle. What's more, I don't want you to try. At least I know I won't try to write any of it. It's mostly just idle speculation. "Well, maybe it could almost work if.... No, that won't cut it, either...." Face it, Jecca. You hate that plot and will never be able to deal with it. It will never make sense to you. Please stop.
(I HAVE BEEN TALKING OUT LOUD TO MYSELF ALL DAY. The spider on the wall probably thinks I'm completely mad.)
22-gauge needles this week... which was weird because I remember the instructor saying it'd be 18 and 20 again, but whatever. Not complaining. We also did finger-sticks.
I went 6/6 on getting blood, yay. Kinda messed up changing the tubes, but that's why we had practice. (Wish we could've tried using those on the fake arms! But obviously not, because then it'd be harder to get the fake blood back in.)
Sadly, my own arms did not fare so well. I think I was dehydrated or something, which wouldn't've helped, but we went 0/3 on my arms, and now my right arm is really sore. Also, I was silly and had my finger-stick done on my left hand, so I've got aches on both sides. Oops.
Also, there is a lovely bruise on my finger. But it's in a spot I pretty much never hit, so it doesn't matter much.
There, that was short.
Remember there was a spider? Well, I put it outside, and a massive centipede of death moved in. I actually didn't know it was a centipede at first because I've never seen one that huge. Really, at first I thought it was another spider, because I could only see a little bit of it. No, though. It went outside, too.
And then there was a spider in the garbage this morning and it tried to kill me when I went to pull out some plastic to put it into the (reclaimed! HAHA) recycling bin. I was going to put that one outside, but it insisted on escaping my attempts to can it, so I had to flatten it, lest it escape into the kitchen, which would not be okay. Except now there's a-freaking-nother one up on the wall, near the ceiling where I can't reach it. WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE.
I made noodles with vegetables, chicken, and peanut butter tonight. It is a bit dry, so tomorrow I will make a sauce for it. (I have a recipe for the sauce, at least.) I did this while keeping an eye on the spider. I will blame the spider for the food being dry. Clearly this is the only sane and rational explanation.
Five days left to write a paper and absolutely no motivation. Come oooon, self. That's only half a page a day. You can do this.
...oh god apathy. I love learning, but I'm tired of schoolwork. I am unbelievably tired of schoolwork.
I keep trying to work on a story, but my brain has suddenly flipped into Bad Fic mode. Which basically means I've seen too much badfic and now my brain is plotting how, if at all, some of those ideas could be well-written. Please give up, Brain. You cannot win this battle. What's more, I don't want you to try. At least I know I won't try to write any of it. It's mostly just idle speculation. "Well, maybe it could almost work if.... No, that won't cut it, either...." Face it, Jecca. You hate that plot and will never be able to deal with it. It will never make sense to you. Please stop.
(I HAVE BEEN TALKING OUT LOUD TO MYSELF ALL DAY. The spider on the wall probably thinks I'm completely mad.)