Any attempts I ever have at even trying to be deeper than the kiddie pool at the local community center is ruined by my inability to type/spell correctly, giving everything I write the aura that it was created by a 5th grader who spent a little too much time with the scented markers...c'est la vie

It's really quite the blessing that I never drink enough to drunk dial because I have the odd knack for saying ridiculously obnoxious things without any intention when I'm simply tired. I've also determined I need some t-shirts not directly related to activities I do (res. life, ems, old music shirts, wash; rinse; repeat)

I'm kinda like a pendulum today swinging between bouts of being like a giddy spoiled 5 year old and being an actual adult who knows his place in the world at large. Also I realized how much of a geek I am when I got my new trauma equipment bag...Hizzah!

I am sunburned all over, exhausted, and have piles of work and yet for the first time in a whiles I'm quite content with life.

p.s. I'm pretty much just waiting until people start calling me Rudolf, my nose got the worse of it today.

Dear Residents ( Read more... )

I kinda love April fools day, always have, always will. Today for example I woke up and opened my door to find that they [my residents] had duct taped the entire door-frame and had left a sign saying "Good Morning Peter!" taped on the inside...it was pretty sweet. Then apparently while I was gone for the day they had a shaving cream war and in ( Read more... )

Such a bizarro kinda day. Maybe I should grow out a goatee to complete the trend.

It's spring break and I'm still at my dorm...my school is officially a ghost town and the only sounds to be heard are the faint hollow whistling of wind as it scrapes against the side of my building and the birds chirping outside in the drizzle...kinda just going to cherish the peace for the next three hours I'm here.

Some things just don't change. They find some sheltered corner to escape from howling wind and treacherous rains, waiting for a glimmer of light, not anything substantial even, just a patch of sun poking through the tapestry of clouds, humble and faint but there. And so it waits, growing and maturing and not yet strong enough to reveal itself ( Read more... )

To do list ( Read more... )