I’m switching from Nursing to Chemistry (most likely). So this blog is no longer relevant. I haven’t written here or a minute anyway because I’ve simply had nothing relevant to Nursing to write about. So I’m changing the format. Like Karl Pinkerton, I think about stupid shit and that’s what I’m going to post here.
Hard work.
O’ my little tree
Where does the semester go?
* My dad was in, and now is being discharged from, the hospital. Reasons are his, none of my business posting here.
* I am passing all of my classes with an A- average
* Birthday celebration with friends at David Lynch’s nightmare Saturday
* Another evening of uneventful, predictable sex has passed
* The iPhone 4 rules
* Went on, than took myself off of Lexapro. The ‘delayed ejaculation’ effect was great (most of the time) but the headaches and constant fatigue was not. I’m still in a hunt for the next, great drug anxiety cocktail medication.
* I started going back to Crossfit and I’m better about eating paleo.
* I just had a lovely conversation with a ghost from my past…which, consequently, reminded me that I have a Tumblr (the conversation, not the person)
* This is funny as shit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mariani_pope.jpg
Hi Lindsey. Thanks for the add! Why do people say that anyway? You should be thanking me for the privilege. Lindsey is the only people I care about in the entire mid-west and middle part of America. A title she should behold when I need a couch in Chicago.
I’m sure all six of you are wondering why I haven’t updated in a while. Well, college is hard. Nursing school is really hard. Getting straight A’s so that you look attractive to nursing school is really X 10^5 hard. Even though I heard rumor that my penis will make me more attractive to the nursing admission board from other caddy pre-nursing students may give me an upper hand, I refuse to believe it. Unfortunately, a small part of me hopes that it’s true (anything to give me an academic advantage). That last sentence makes me sound more douchy than this entire paragraph should.
This academic thing is giving me such bad anxiety that I started taking a mild anti-anxiety medication. (Side effects: diarrhea (so far so good), drowseyness (mild), erectile dysfunction (I’d shoot myself) and a little gem called “delayed ejaculation” (this happened big time). There is always a silver lining. It has been stated that out of all professional programs, BSN and law are the hardest because they are the most condensed. Southern’s nursing program is nearly as good as QU and Yale is hella cheap. Everybody wants in. Most people in my pre-nursing program will not be admitted due to competition from other schools. Last year they had over 300 applicants and accepted 80.
I find myself studying all the time; mostly as Gourmet Heaven, Blue State, Fuel or SCSU’s library. I can’t study at home. I need to be surrounded by bodies and feel like a real fucking person. Warm apple cyder is awesome as well 9or coconut water if I’m at g-have). Saturday night was the first weekend I truly had off to party, as evident by this picture:
I am Michael C. Hall’s id.
“Crossfit Century”
On the minute every minute for 100 minutes:
- 1 ounce of beer
- 1 pull-up
Young grasshopper!
The open road.
