Home stretch

I had a big poundy headache. The remnants are hanging around like the wispy edges of a spiderweb. Makes me afraid to get up and move out, but I'm gathering my strength.

Last day of med-surg. We went four to one patient, which was craziness but led to us being done on the floor around 11AM. One of the people in my group just got a job on the floor, as in she was offered the position yesterday night. I'd gone from barely tolerating her neuroses to liking her since our clinical started so I was happy for her, but I'm still in the "everyone is employed but me!" frame of mind. Of the people in my clinical three are already employed. I keep reminding myself it's not a *race*, we're all of us looking for jobs, there are no losers. Sometimes it helps. When I mentioned to X. afterwards how I was feeling and told her I thought many people in the class already had jobs she said it was only because those people who have jobs keep talking about it. I love how she puts things in perspective.

After clinical wrapped we went to watch Pirates. My second go, her first. Went to the theatre at Kips Bay. The parts I liked before I still liked, and the parts I found boring before were infinitely more snooze-worthy. I actually did catch a couple of good minutes of sleep; the night before I'd been up working on my clinical make-up assignment and only managed 1.5 hours of sleep. That also explains the poundy headache that hit me two hours into the film. X. liked the movie and it was all good. Part of the reason I enjoy hanging out with her is that I can just *be*, without worrying about how I'm going to be perceived. She's completely without artifice, and I find that refreshing. A couple of weeks ago I'd told her what theatre hopping was (she's not a native speaker but her skills would put most of us to shame) and after "Pirates" was done (I did stay to see the snippet after the credits this time) we endeavored to do it. The timing was fortuitous, as "Pirates" ended just as all the movies playing in the vicinity were beginning. "Descent" was playing directly across the hall from us but X. isn't a horror person, so we made our way over to where Miami Vice was playing. Unfortunately we both had to use the restroom which was located on the other side of the usher's table (damn their slick set-up) so we decided to bail after the first fifteen minutes. X. wasn't too impressed with the bit she'd seen; I'd liked it but the headache made the thought of trying to sit through an additional 1.5 hours painful. Explaining to X. the "Pirate" plot points she didn't quite manage to pick up on the walk to the train was fun. She's fun. I had fun, lots of fun. Fun's funny to type after a while.

Off to...something. Perhaps watch some S2 JL, grab some additional diet caffeinated goodness, or head back to the sleep I was rudely awakened from. Choices choices.

It's Friday, so this be...

from thefridayfive:

1) What was the bravest thing you have every done?
Opening up to my parents about how I felt about an ex-boyfriend of mine. Could rank up there as one of the stupidest too. I was young, I was heady with infatuation, and I thought my folks were acting like pricks about the whole thing. Resulted in the first screaming match I'd EVER had with them, and it startled all three of us. It was brave of me because we're quite closed off to ourselves and each other, so there was that. Has never happened again, in any context.

2) Describe the meanest thing you have ever done.
I do lots of small cruel things, and feel I've yet to do anything that can justify the "meanest" title. Time spent mocking the classmates I had who were more outside the norm than I was in elementary comes to mind, but that's about it.

3) Tell us about the nicest thing anything anyone has done for you.
Quincy got the school orchestra to sing Happy Birthday to me back in HS. I think the memory of the event colors it in my mind. It was a beautiful late spring day and we were outside. I was feeling a little bummed because even back then I kept feeling birthdays were death knells. He smiled at me as they started singing. I didn't even recall telling him it was my birthday. I feel as though after class we headed over to our spot by the East River and played our recorders for a little bit. Most of the memories I have of him are of music and light and happiness. He was a unique soul.

4) What was the most insane thing you have ever witnessed or done?
Besides the electoral process in our country? Hmm. I'm a fairly safe person when it comes to my insane acts. The people diving around during the Cirque Du Soleil show "O" were pretty freakin' out of their gourd, in my opinion. Beautiful and talented, but apeshit to be doing what they were doing.

5) Describe the most "out of character" thing you secretly want to do.
Get all dolled up in Mac and heels and hit the town.

Ouchie.

Last night was worse than I thought. The headache, I mean. Even now I feel echoes of the throbbing, and it's made me reluctant to leave my room. Not that I've sequestered myself all day, but no errands have gotten done. Apparently mom came in last night and asked me something...I think it was if I'd left dryer lint on top of the dryer. For some reason I think she told me she gets in trouble for it...? Not very clear. I do remember being baffled by the exchange and sort of flailing around in bed before waiting until she closed the door to drift off. I asked her about it this afternoon and she told me she'd thought I was awake because I had the remote in my hand. Bwah! The boob tube cannot be denied.

The Ordinary isn't hitting the same notes as Kirith Kirin. The writing and description has gone from dense to more conversational and I'm just baffled about what's going on. Normally a bit of mystery on the part of the author is welcome, but now not so much. Think I'll force myself to finish before picking up another book I have in my bag. Should get started on Stardust for nycbookclub, I suppose. Also should make a maintenance post of some sort over there.

Whose Voodoo Would You Do? #3

WVWYD Version Fleetwood Mac

Whose Voodoo Would You Do? - A maybe weekly feature where fredericks tries her damnedest to disprove the notion that she's not batshit crazy. Music groups past present AND future (admire the skills) will be presented and all you have to do is pick which member you'd, you know, do. Forget sexual orientation of the do-er (yourself) and the do-ees (the options) and just choose. Justifying one's choice is always welcome. Calls for an intervention? not so much.

This week the group is Fleetwood Mac. Formed in 1967 and limping right along through the present, Fleetwood Mac is prime example of why shitting where you eat isn't necessarily a bad thing: sometimes that drama is immortalized in chart-topping rock goodness. You can choose more than one, as I realize I shouldn't impart my monogamist ideals onto an endeavor that's quite obviously crack-fueled anyway.

( Fleetwood Mac circa 1995? )

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