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May. 17th, 2006 07:05 pmHere's the thing - I actually did shit today. Fine, said shit was the most basic cleaning of my room and that was only during the course of looking for the CD I've somehow managed to lose (only the CD, not the case...the case that taunts me with its emptiness every so often), a Best of U2 album I borrowed from the library. It's late by 10 days at the moment and absolutely nowhere in sight. $2.50. Joy.
I've had to take two ibuprofen and two aspirin within the span of three hours in an attempt to take the edge off of my menstrual cramps. The pain is barely being held at bay. I'm tempted to knock down something with alcohol in it to make friends with unconsciousness.
During our Pre-Nurses Appreciation assembly (a wonderful event where I "won" the chance to go to rather interesting Nurses Conference, along with $55.00 worth of Barnes and Nobles gift certificates) one of my fellow students presented her nursing blog. Only thing it wasn't just about her being a nurse but it was more of a general blog with a nursing slant. That was understandable as we're in an intensive program and most every other thing we do is related to the profession. I found it funny that she felt moved to show us her web page and that she assumed most of us were clueless about blogs and blogging. What I'd forgotten was how old the average student in the program was: at 25, I'm one of the younger people in my classes. I wonder now whether I should start a journal with my thoughts on nursing school and the profession. I can't see myself laying all that stuff out here for some reason. However I'm lazy when it comes to journaling - if I have to log into another journal I'll most likely forget all about it or become tired with the whole idea before long.
My mousy friend has been making more appearances. Not in my room (thank GOD) but in the living room. We need a cat, I tell you what.
I've been checking out places to work once I'm done with this whole school gig. My grandmother said she has connections at the hospital she used to work in so I feel a little more secure with the whole "find a job immediately" deal. Her hospital is far away from my house, in a part of Brooklyn that would actually require me to go *through* Manhattan to get there (when I think about that idiocy I always snort; at times public transportation is not what it's cracked up to be) but it pays well, and once night differential is tacked on I'll be making an cool sum of money. Enough to not have to worry about having problems with paying off my loans. I need to move out of the house for sanity's sake, but staying at home will save me at least $700/month...money that could go to fast-forwarding my loan payments. I'd ideally like to make double payments to try cut down on interest. Such a hard decision. More and more I cannot stand living in this place but the benefits can't be denied. My brother's been trying to get me to agree to move out once I graduate so we can share an apartment, and my aunt more or less told me I should look to getting my own digs. I know this, and I want that, but long-term it just makes a little more sense to ride out the home thing for a couple more years. Whatever happens I know my 30th birthday will not meet me under the roof of my parent's place.
My aunt (another one) is going to Vegas next week and sort of maybe invited me. I don't intend to pay, of course; if she invited me she should at least pay for airfare. I think it'd be nice to see the place but I know I have no money to spend in casinos or anything. If the tickets are tremendously pricey (which I believe they are) I'm going to tell her flat-out to forget it. She'll not be by herself as her daughter is going, so I don't feel too bad about things.
I've had to take two ibuprofen and two aspirin within the span of three hours in an attempt to take the edge off of my menstrual cramps. The pain is barely being held at bay. I'm tempted to knock down something with alcohol in it to make friends with unconsciousness.
During our Pre-Nurses Appreciation assembly (a wonderful event where I "won" the chance to go to rather interesting Nurses Conference, along with $55.00 worth of Barnes and Nobles gift certificates) one of my fellow students presented her nursing blog. Only thing it wasn't just about her being a nurse but it was more of a general blog with a nursing slant. That was understandable as we're in an intensive program and most every other thing we do is related to the profession. I found it funny that she felt moved to show us her web page and that she assumed most of us were clueless about blogs and blogging. What I'd forgotten was how old the average student in the program was: at 25, I'm one of the younger people in my classes. I wonder now whether I should start a journal with my thoughts on nursing school and the profession. I can't see myself laying all that stuff out here for some reason. However I'm lazy when it comes to journaling - if I have to log into another journal I'll most likely forget all about it or become tired with the whole idea before long.
My mousy friend has been making more appearances. Not in my room (thank GOD) but in the living room. We need a cat, I tell you what.
I've been checking out places to work once I'm done with this whole school gig. My grandmother said she has connections at the hospital she used to work in so I feel a little more secure with the whole "find a job immediately" deal. Her hospital is far away from my house, in a part of Brooklyn that would actually require me to go *through* Manhattan to get there (when I think about that idiocy I always snort; at times public transportation is not what it's cracked up to be) but it pays well, and once night differential is tacked on I'll be making an cool sum of money. Enough to not have to worry about having problems with paying off my loans. I need to move out of the house for sanity's sake, but staying at home will save me at least $700/month...money that could go to fast-forwarding my loan payments. I'd ideally like to make double payments to try cut down on interest. Such a hard decision. More and more I cannot stand living in this place but the benefits can't be denied. My brother's been trying to get me to agree to move out once I graduate so we can share an apartment, and my aunt more or less told me I should look to getting my own digs. I know this, and I want that, but long-term it just makes a little more sense to ride out the home thing for a couple more years. Whatever happens I know my 30th birthday will not meet me under the roof of my parent's place.
My aunt (another one) is going to Vegas next week and sort of maybe invited me. I don't intend to pay, of course; if she invited me she should at least pay for airfare. I think it'd be nice to see the place but I know I have no money to spend in casinos or anything. If the tickets are tremendously pricey (which I believe they are) I'm going to tell her flat-out to forget it. She'll not be by herself as her daughter is going, so I don't feel too bad about things.
