Quintessential personification of a "hot-mess" elaboration.

Hello blogging world. Merry Christmas! I'm not really feeling the Christmas spirit this year, hence that I am sitting in my room alone, still in my PJs and blogging.

I typically try not to post about anything personal, considering this is visible to the world wide web, so I'll just be indirect and vague. Let's see how far I an get with that. 

Two years ago I was under the impression that I had finally gotten exactly what I wanted for Christmas, after a long and confusing chase, it seemed like things finally fell into place. Looking back, everything was tainted and buried in lies. Just slightly depressing. 

It's kind of interesting how we are all such creatures of habit. Ever notice that your past seems to repeat itself, just with different people and different places, but in reality it's the same situation? Vague enough for you?

I'm listening to Ingrid Michaelson as I am writing this, which is probably adding to the tone of this post. 

So, yeah, lately I've been drinking too much, which seems to have added to my problems instead of burying them! New year's resolutions seem so appropriate right about now. Let's see, here's my list: 1) Get into freaking amazing shape 2) Be more spontaneous 3) Watch more movies 4) Save money 5) Make an "A" in chemistry. 

I'm kind of disappointed that I am probably only going to be taking one class next semester, but apparently I was unaware of how signing up for classes at UCF worked and now all of the ones I needed are full. Oh well, I'll make the most of it and rock out chem. 

New topic (that will somehow fit in with the rest of this post):Friday was insane at work. All of the crazies decided to pay us a visit. We saw 73 patients. That probably does not mean anything to most of you, but a typical medical office sees approximately 20 patients a day.

Apparently one patient that we saw Friday takes lorazepam(Ativan) and Ambien because of "Severe situational stress disorder due to neighbors. Example: they have threatened my life and shot a gun a short distance from me."

Unfortunately whenever I run into legit crazy people I feel a little better about myself and think I'm not quite the hot mess that I really am.

Merry Christmas. 

"Broke ankle" and Dilaudid

This is probably a topic no one gives a crap about, but I wanna explain why I like my job once in a while. Typically people are not that sick. Sore throats, UTIs (which do suck, but you're probably not going to die), COUGHS, gout, shoulder pain, ant bites: boring.

I personally love it when people are legitimately sick or hurt. Abnormal vitals=right on! (If you're in the medical field, disregard the next few sentences.) Normal vital signs: temperature: 98.6 or less, over 100.4 is considered a real fever; blood pressure: 120/80 is normal, 90/60-low or hypotension, 140/90-high or hypertension; pulse/heart rate: 60-100 beats per minute; Sp02: >90%.

That being said, when taking vitals and you notice that patient's pulse is 160, your mind starts racing. You need to do an EKG ASAP, start a line, you're probably going to give Cardizem and the patient is going to be shipped off to the hospital. It's just a fresh breath of air from all of the mundane crap you see all day and time actually flies. 

Today I brought back a patient who listed his chief complaint as: "broke ankle". A lot of people think they break their ankles, most of the time it's bologna. Not today. This patient's foot was turning purple, the bones looked like they were about to pop through his skin and he was in so much pain he was about to vomit. I gave him 3mg of Dilaudid, and just FYI 10 mg of IV morphine is equivalent to 1.5 mg of IV Dilaudid (hydromorphone). That's according to Wikipedia, don't freak out on me if I am off a little off. 

So, boss man reduced the patient's fracture, which means he pretty much yanked it back into place. Quite gruesome, but I guess after an equivalent to 20mg of morphine you're probably not going to feel too much pain. After reducing it the two doctors held the bones in place while we placed a temporary cast on it ad the patient was transported to FHW for surgery. That hour flew by, seriously, it felt like 5 minutes. Ugh, wish that happened more often.

If you read this entire post, I love you. I was originally going to write about menstruation! Guess that will have to wait until tomorrow. Can't say I did not warn you! :)

If you're happy and you know it.

I'm happy, like truly happy. It's been a hot minute since I've been this happy. Writing about my impromptu trip to Minnesota would be slightly repetitive, considering that I'm a bit of a Facebook whore. That being said, getting on a plane and running away for a weekend was very freaking satisfying. There's always some sort of drama going on at my job, and I have not had to deal with any of it for FOUR days. OMG.

Speaking of said job, I picked up my new RED scrubs today. I have been dreading this color change, red scrubs with white undershirts: SANTA, hello. So, I threw these hideous scrubs in to wash, tossed them in the dryer, and decided to try them on. OMG, happy. Surprisingly. We were allowed to pick out different styles of scrubs this time. Imagine that, having a choice. Anyway, I found a couple of fitted tops, instead of the horrible trash bag style I've been wearing. I have a freaking waist in these. Oh my, I might be able to find a sugar daddy Villager! (kidding) Might sound like a silly thing to be happy about, but I have to wear that crap everyday.

My phone case is another, OMG-stupid-happy-thing. It's a freaking old school Nintendo Game Boy, on an iPhone. Oh the irony. (Click the link to read about how I am not a hipster, and follow a link to another blog on "How to be a hipster.")

Last night made me happy. Thanks to everyone who bought me beers, many beers, and helped me celebrate getting old. :) The best part of my night was riding home with Heather and belting out Musicbox, Bartender, Folding Chair and Consequence of Sounds. I love me some drunken Regina singing. I actually remember a similar night a couple of years ago singing the same songs, leaving what is now Cafe Gianni, but at the time was The Retro. Random tangent, sorry.

This is really lame, but what made me the most happiest ever today was when I discovered that I only need to make an 18 on my Macroeconomic's final to pass the class with a "C". I need to make a 58 to get a "B". I think a "B" is plausible. The downfall of this discovery is that I have not attempted to study at-freaking-all. I have until Friday at 11pm to complete it. Printed off some study material, need to read the last couple of chapters, kind of skipped the reading and just did the homework. :-/ I am completely finished with Pharmacology, that's exciting. Tomorrow I'm going to take my Pathophysiology final, Macro Friday, then this semester will be over! I think I am only going to take two classes next semester. College Chemistry I being one of them, hopefully I'll be able to find an online class that I NEED that I can take too, but I really need to focus on chem, it freaking kicked my ass this semester.

Today I was told by two people to continue the path that I am on and to do whatever it is that makes ME happy. Maybe I'll lose the uber bitch title if I keep it up, doubtful, but possible. I can only think of one seriously bitchy thing I've done in the past week, and I apologized and removed my bitchiness from the Facebook.

Good-day. Time to buckle down and attempt to study.

Thank you Insomnia!

I bet I've accomplished more today, at 6:45am, than some of you will accomplish all day! :P Oh, and on 4 hours of sleep! I woke up at 3:24am, wide eyed and bushy tailed. After tossing and turning for 30 minutes or so I decided to get up and do some homework! That should have put me to sleep, right? I read two VERY dry pharmacology chapters and took two quizzes! Attempted to go back to bed around 5:15. No luck. SO I went on a run!

Yesterday I ran 0.84 miles without stopping to walk. Today I did exactly 1 mile, I am pretty sure I could have kept it up, but I wanted a nice even number to work with tomorrow.

So, here's the exciting part of this post. It's pretty dark at 6am, I started my run, literally 30 seconds into it I busted my ass. Completely wiped out on the sidewalk. I'm sitting there, collecting my thoughts. I was thinking, "Well, this is freaking great," because my ankle was hurting at the time, and this huge, scary black dog starts charging at me, snarling his teeth and barking! Thank God he was on a lead. I jumped up, fight-or-flight response activated, and I told the dog, "Okay, I'll leave!" Not even sure why I said that, it just slipped out. If you're still reading, I apologize, I know this is not as terribly interesting as my UTI post.  

So, on another note. I had a great time last night celebrating with a dear friend. Check out my album with photos of the night. I was geeking out with the camera, don't hate. 

One more time with feeling

Try it again, breathing's just a rhythm 

Say it in your mind until you know 

The words are right 

Hoookay, so. Fucking kangaroos. Fire ze missiles! Anyway, not anyways, just FYI. REGARDLESS not irregardless.  

Anyway. I have a couple of short term goals for myself this week: 1) No drinking until the weekend. My birthday is this coming Monday, December 5th! I'll be 25. If you love me, or just like me enough to put up with me for a night, you should have a beer with me this weekend! 2) I am going to attempt to not be on my phone 24/7. It's getting kind of bad, my battery dies before I even make it home from work. Today I am planning on giving it up cold turkey! Going to leave it off and in my purse until lunch. Check it at lunch, and not look at it again until I leave work. Let's see how that goes. 

So, I've been up since 3:24. Did homework, ran a mile, now I'm going to go play nurse until 7pm. My bed better be warm and ready for me around 8 and my body better let me sleep! Good day good sirs! 

Happy gobble-gobble day.

I am not sure if this is going to sound bizarre or not, but when I woke up this morning it felt like a holiday. It's probably just some sort of conditioning I've had since day one, but it feels different than a normal day. Maybe because everything is closed, no one is at work, I'm not really sure. It just feels different.

I'm actually feeling a little down today. The past year has been a little difficult to deal with. Moving back and forth across the country, spending a crap-ton of money, finding a job, going back to school, and all of the the personal mumbo-jumbo that has been tied in there too. This might sound silly, but out of everything I've had going on, I really stinkin' miss my sister.

The above photo was taken in Napa Valley, California. It was before noon, and we were in a sky lift, leaving Sterling Vineyard, and had a little too much wine. 

I feel so boring. I do not do anything spontaneous or silly or some other word to describe random-late-night-drunken trips to the beach to watch the sunrise.

When is the last time you were sitting on a couch, on your porch, like a redneck, at 3 in the morning, because everyone you lived with worked nights, AND decided to drive to the coast to drink some good ole silver bullets and watch the sunrise? Please forgive me for the excessive run-on sentence, but it's the only way I could describe the reasoning. I hate this word, but that really was an epic night. We saw a fin and chased peacocks! If you have not watched that video, I strongly suggest that you do. 

Here's another good one: I want to laugh like this again. So, pretty much, if I have a least 3 days off in a row in December I'm going to Minnesota. Going to freeze my ass off, but it will be worth it. I miss you AMANDA MAE! 

Problem 1: burning on urination, frequency, urgency, lower abdominal pressure, onset 1 day.

The focus of this post is going to be urine, antibiotics and Foley catheters. You were warned. Stop reading now if you think you're going to be grossed out, because I have no shame. Continue reading if you're a freak and enjoy popping zits, or picking your nose, or something equally gross that you would not want to publicly admit to. Don't lie, we all do it, and you know it gives you some sort of weird satisfaction.

ANYWAY, I've noticed trends of random crap happening lately. I know, that sounds really vague, let me attempt to put it into perspective: The post I wrote last night about texting, I have seriously had conversations with multiple people on that topic in the past couple of weeks, never really discussed it too much before, but all of a sudden it's been this hot topic. Urine related issues have also been trending big in my little world lately. 

People, particularly old people, get UTIs (urinary tract infections) all of the freaking time. Lately I've noticed that people's pee-pee issues have been a little more complex than usual. My first observation of this theory happened a couple of weeks ago when a patient came in with rigors, or chills/shakes from a crazy high fever. This guy's temperature was 106.5 (that's after liquid Tylenol and ibuprofen, 1 liter of fluid, getting him naked and packing his armpits and groin with ice packs) when he left the office via EMS. I freaking thought he was going to seize on us. ANYWAY he had pyelonephritis, or a kidney infection. URINE URINE URINE.

The next week this older lady came in with mental status changes. The person who influenced this post brought her back. ;) We ended up straight catheterizing her because she was not able to urinate, her urine was straight pus. Looked like freaking coffee creamer. We really should have put a Foley in now that I am thinking about it, oh well, sure they did at the hospital. Oh, I am not sure how many older women's junk you've personally seen, but umm, it's a little confusing. Things are not where they are suppose to be, just FYI. 

AND today I put a Foley in some old dude with BPH (benign prostate hyperplasia, or an enlarged prostate) AND last week I slapped one in a woman who had not voided in 10 hours after having a cystoscopy (endoscopy of the bladder). Dude, I've never seen urine pour out of someone so fast, poor lady. I've had this job for nine months, and in the last 2 weeks I've shoved more tubes up people's pee holes than I have the entire time I've work there!

It's an epidemic!

If you made it through all of that, here's the fun part of my post: I freaking have a UTI. I'm assuming my slightly excessive amount of beer consumption, plus my equally excessive amount of coffee consumption, you know to counter-act the next day effects of the beer lead to this. Freaking diuretics. Today was particularly bad. I did not go to sleep until 3am, had to be up at 6:45. Worked, busy as fuck. Had multiple cups of coffee, no water. Think I only took a pee break once until 4pm or so. That's when the dreaded urgency and burning hit me! Holy freaking crap, if you've never had one of these bad boys, it freaking sucks. You pee and as soon as you finish you feel like you have to go again. Oh, and it comes out in dribbles. Horrible. 

After the UTI discovery, I freaking started my period. TWO WEEKS EARLY. WTF. Get this, last week I had a yeast infection from all of the Doxycylcline (antibiotic) I've been taking for this stupid acne. I feel tainted. My junk is dying. I feel like shit. I have a low grade fever, my lower back is killing me, there is all this pressure in my lower abdomen, I keep running to the restroom every 10 minutes. FUCK.

Now taking Macrobid. Freaking expensive, $42 at Sweetbay. Oh, and Diflucan, going to kill off that yeast before it freaking grows out of control again. I've popped so many pills tonight, feel like I am going to puke. Also took acidophilus, cranberry extract, ibuprofen and Azo. Chugging water. So glad I am off tomorrow, hopefully I'm better before my dinner date with Heather and Sean. I've missed those two and I was really looking forward to hitting up downtown Deland. Wish the camera I ordered was here already, Deland is a cute old town and tomorrow would have made a good photo op. :( 

Enough rambling. Hope you enjoyed my pee story. LATERZ YO. Word.

I have dreams of Orca whales and owls, but I wake up in fear.

She was lying on the floor counting stretch marks,

She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a God.

-Regina Spektor Braille

Good evening. I know everyone knows this, but I would totally have Regina Spektor's babies. You know, if that were possible. She's gorgeous, creative, has an amazing voice, quirky, great pianist, silly, perfect. I sound like a creeper. She's definitively my number one celebrity crush. <3

My love for Regina was not the inspiration for this post. I've noticed a trend in conversations lately, the past couple of weeks in particular: texting etiquette. Everyone seems to have varying opinions as to what is acceptable when it comes to texting. Those opinions can really drive some people bonkers, myself included. 

I am the 99%. Meaning I reply to texts, 99% of the time. Exceptions for not replying: 1) If I receive a text while I'm sleeping, and I check it and forget that someone texted me. 2) If I am doing something important, like saving lives. :P 3) If I just do not want to talk to you.

To me, texting is a simple and easy way to communicate. There's not much commitment to a text. I sometimes, well a lot of the time, deny phone calls and immediately text the person. For varying reasons: sometimes I really like the song I am jamming out to in my car, or I'm at work, or I just do not want to talk. Texting is the perfect form of communication for me because I avoid a lot of the foot in mouth situations I tend to find myself in. 

Let me get back on track. The conversation to the left is how I personally prefer my texting endeavors to go. Back and forth. 

I'm a texting queen, so is the other person in this example conversation. Taking that into consideration, we have similar views on the deeper meaning of texting etiquette. For instance, neither of us have a problem texting when we are at dinner together; which I am sure other people would find pretty rude, but we are the 99%, we reply! 

It seems that the non-queens-of-texting view a text as an informative notice that does not require a reply. I personally think these people are going to fizzle out ASAP.

Anyway, point being: It's kind of crazy that I posting about texting etiquette, it's also kind of crazy that so many people, including myself, even my mother, get hot and bothered on the time it takes someone to reply to a text. I am so sick of typing text. TEXT TEXT TEXT SEXT TEXT!

One more text reference: I am blaming that featured conversation for disrupting my circadian rhythm! Now I'm awake at 1:20am, have to be up at 6:30am and work and it's Monday. Monday's are typically busy, busy, busy. AND I'm working in The Villages. JOY.

That's it. I need some sleepytime. Considering the contents of this post were quite boring, I could probably just reread this entry and put myself to sleep. :P

RANT alert.

This is going to be a rant about school. I need to vent and I do not think anyone particular cares enough to listen, so I am going to blog about it instead.

I'm working on a Health Sciences Pre-Clinical Track degree at UCF. That's the name they came up with, not me. A little too wordy for my liking. Anyway this is the description of the degree:


The Bachelor of Science degree in Health Sciences Pre-Clinical Track is designed for students with interest in human health leading to graduate study or career advancement. This degree is designed to provide the students with a solid educational background in basic and health-related sciences, while providing the foundation courses required for admission to graduate level clinical programs in health professions including but not limited to physical therapy, physician assistant, and occupational therapy. The flexibility of this program allows students to prepare for 
multiple careers in health science


Oh, so exciting, huh?

I feel like this is going to take forever. Fortunately I already have some of the credits for this degree, you know, thanks to my two associates degrees from LSCC. Blah, I hate that, wasted too much time at a community college because I could not figure out exactly what I wanted to do.

Anyway, I need to take 4 science classes: Chemistry I & II and Physics I & II. All of these classes are 4-5 credit hours, and considering how I failed miserably attempting to take Chemistry this semester I think I will only take each one of those classes with one other class a semester. I warned you that this was going to be a ramble. I also need 6 more "Core Requirements" and 7 "Restrictive Electives". So that's 17 classes and approximately 51 credit hours.

Oh my gawd, this is seriously going to take forever. If I want to go to grad school after this it is going to take even longer, which is what I want to do. I plan on taking 2-3 classes each semester, including the summer from now until forever. I've been trying to register for classes all morning BUT unfortunately they are all freaking full. I want to take the sciences at LSCC as a transient student because they are cheaper and have smaller class sizes BUT I owe $10 for a parking ticket and cannot figure out how to pay it online.

I really want to scream. Just added that lovely photo of myself. No make-up, zits and PJs with a book in my lap, perfect for this post. I have that exact outfit on at the moment. Odd.

Now I need to shower and do Macroeconomics homework. JOY!

And when you're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses.

It's update time, you can't touch this.

I am not sure if I was insanely hungry, but I just devoured this Lean Cuisine frozen Santa Fe style rice and beans. Oh em gee, I'm satisfied. My stomach is talking a little too much for my comfort though. :(

So, I know that was exciting news! This is even better: since September I have either worked both Saturday and Sunday OR Saturday or Sunday. That sentence does not flow well, but go with it. Here's the exciting stuff: I am off this weekend!

AND

I just don't know what to do with myself,
I don't know what to do with myself.

-The White Stripes 

Gotta make sure I keep up on my song references for Blake. :P


So yeah, I actually have a weekend that will not involve lavaging ears, accidentally splashing myself in the face with smelly UTI urine, OR getting boil juice on me. Right on. 


Ear lavages are probably the most dreaded thing to do at my job. I think everyone finds ear wax absolutely disgusting. Everyone probably, well hopefully, even finds their own ear wax disgusting.

Now imagine a complete stranger, male, 68 years old with hair all over his greasy ears and he tells you "I think my ears are clogged." Your stomach drops, you're hoping, praying, that when you take a look in his ears you see his pretty little ear drum staring back at you. You don't, instead you see a brown wall of wax were his ear drum should be. The next thirty minutes of your life are going to be spent in this man's ear. You put a smile on and prepare.


Pretty much you have to take a squirt bottle, fill it with warm water and flush out the ear canal. Refer to the photo to the upper left, "Elephant Ear Washer". Yummy. 


The photo to the right is a rather less disgusting example of what comes out of people's ears. Sometimes it is black as tar, or looks like popcorn kernels. We have these nifty little spoons to "dig" the wax out too. 


Anyway, I have the weekend off. Make plans with me. 

I've been listening to The Blow lately. You should too. 

Hey boy, 

Why you didn't call me?

I waited for days, 

I can't believe you didn't call.

And we, sat outside for an hour at the party and talked.

I thought something good could be starting,

It's not a lot that I want, just some talking.
Really you just injured my pride. 

-The Blow Hey Boy

I got rear ended the other day, and not in the good way. Har-de-har. My POS car now looks even more like a POS. Maybe, one day, I'll stop dropping money trying to make myself smart and get a new car. One day, but for now, I'm going to rock it out with my dependable, broken and bruised 2002 Hyundai Elantra. HI-yun-DAY.

That was my first legit car accident. That's my first car too BTW. My baby for the past nine years. I've driven across the country twice in that thing, it's gotten me home when I really should not be driving. XOXO car. Woot. 

Okay. Homework time. Break it down. 

trying to save his suit, trying to save his suit.

It's Tuesday and I'm annoyed. I wrote a post a few weeks ago after I noticed a specific person deleted me off of Facebook, really pissed me off. I know, it sounds stupid, but I feel I was deleted because someone else has been giving off a biased view of me and my decisions. I went on a rant about waiting to judge someone until you know the entire story, like for instance what was going on in my life in 2009. Ever think there was a reason I was not mentioned? Ever think that maybe, just MAYBE you're wrong. It's not fair.

I also went on about how I was sick of putting in all of the effort for relationships or friendships. I'm done. It's funny, people I thought I wanted in my life have brought nothing but headaches, guess I should start looking outside of the box when I decide to befriend someone. I love that I have this reputation as this UBER bitch. Hmm, ever reflect on your own actions?

Anyway, unlike most of you who are currently going to school, I am paying for my education out of MY pocket. Not yours. I applied to financial aid this year, for the first time. I was denied. DENIED. Funny considering I was unemployed in 2010 and the FAFSA is based on the prior year's taxes. I made $10,000 in 2010. DENIED. I do not get a tax refund for my two children, because I do not have any. I do not receive food stamps, never collected unemployment or welfare, never relied on the government for anything. NOTHING. DENIED. Apparently I have been doing something wrong. Does anyone want to be my baby's daddy? No strings attached, I'll just leach off the government and hopefully be able to get some help to go to school. I owe UCF $2200 for this semester. This is after paying $500 for books, and $600 for the chemistry class I was taking at LSCC, but had to drop due to not having enough time to breath. THANKS.


The week before last I worked Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, had Tuesday off. Worked Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Sunday off. Worked yesterday. Last Tuesday I did homework. All day. Sunday I studied Macroeconomics. Drove to UCF yesterday, after working all day, to take a Macroeconomics exam. Last Friday I left work at 5 instead of 7, came home, took a Pathophysiology exam and went to bed at 7pm. Woke up the next morning at 7am and went to work.

See the photo to the right? -> That's what I have to accomplish before Friday at 11pm. The other photo, of Baylee is my excuse as to why I have not started on my homework yet. There's a puppy where my book should be.

well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee,
and never ever watch the 10 o'clock news.
maybe you should just kiss someone nice,
or lick a rock,
or both.

maybe you should just cut your own hair,
cause that can be so funny.
it doesn't cost any money,
and it always grows back.
hair grows even after you're dead.

-Ghost of Corporate Future Regina Spektor

Hopefully you clicked that link. <3

Time to shower and clean, and that homework crap.

Ginger Spice, Ginger Spice, hustle hard since Fisher Price.

If you know me, you are probably aware that I am slightly obsessed with teeth. I am not quite sure what the obsession stems from, maybe years of braces and extractions, head gear, palate expanders, rubber bands. I had 9 teeth extracted before I was 18, two were permanent teeth. So yeah, I technically do not have all of my teeth. Just had my sole wisdom tooth removed in December. Apparently I only had one. Oh, I bet you're so freaking interested in this post at the moment.

My other obsession is my skin. It sucks. I'll be 25 in a month and I break out like I'm 15. I've been taking doxycycline, which sucks, makes you nauseated as crap. I've been taking it before bed so I sleep through the nausea. I'm also using this retinoid creme called Tazorac. (That a link to a fellow blogger's Tazorac story.) Anyway, this stuff literally makes your skin peel off. I have to super scrub my face with a brush and with facial scrubs a couple of times a day to not look like a snake. One of the awesome side effects of this medication is that it is a powerful anti-wrinkle creme. Less breakouts and no wrinkles, right on. Also using a benzoyl-peroxide/clindamycin creme during the day. Anyway, my skin is barely broken out. Most people would be freaking if they had half of the zits that I currently have, but I am like SCORE! :) Please let this keep up.

So, yeah. My face currently does not look like any of those photos. Yay. That's why I'm obsessed. Now I just need to get obsessed with going to the gym.

I'm chasing that neon rainbow, living that honky tonk dream.

I just finished a four day stretch at work yesterday, I have today off and I go back for three more tomorrow. I would not be complaining if the dreaded winter had not arrived. The snow birds seem to be making the trek to Florida and they all happen to get sick. We close at 5pm on Saturdays and Sundays, this Sunday we left at 6:45pm. We close at 7pm during the week (except Wednesdays). Yesterday I left the office in the villages at 8:20pm or so. Got home after 9pm. Working four in a row is not too bad when you get out on time. I worked every weekend in the month of October too. Awesome. This weekend is my first weekend off since September.

So, yes, today is my day off. I started my period this morning. Awesome. My face is extremely broken out, imagine that, so I just took a doxycycline, now I'm nauseated. Like extremely nauseated. Just took ginger supplements, I have phenergan, but I have to do homework and that crap will make me pass out. 

Enough bitching. My sister was in town for a couple of days and we made the most of it. Her friend Jessica and I met her at Orlando International Airport on Tuesday around 11:30pm. Jess and I had a couple of Mike's Hard Lemonades and were thoroughly enjoying driving in circles waiting for Amanda to get off the plane. We went to I-bar and danced like fools the rest of the night. Good times. The next day we had a bonfire. Took a break on Thursday and went to a kick-ass Halloween party on Friday. Partied like rock-stars. I paid for Friday night, Saturday. Working on 3 hours of sleep and too much beer is not ideal. :/

Sorry this is not extremely entertaining, felt like I needed to blog about why I have not had time to blog. 

Crotchless Panties

Oh-em-gee, I love this weather. I know everyone is saying it, but I really freaking do. I tried to arrange a spontaneous bonfire last night, but quickly found out that all of my friends are LAME. Trying to arrange something for next Wednesday, but that is proving to be a bust too. Apparently no one likes beer and burning shit as much as I do.

I did something VERY exciting today! Got my teeth cleaned. Seriously, I'd go one a month if it did not cost so freaking much. $185 for cleaning, 4 x-rays, and a fluoride treatment. Blah, had to pay a $131 ticket for speeding too. Expensive day.

Anyway, I think I really do have an obsession with my teeth. I have a toothbrush/toothpaste in my purse, one in my car, I own a Sonicare electric toothbrush, and have a normal one in my bathroom. I carry floss in my purse, wallet and car. I think I need an intervention.

Wait, my freaking dog needs an intervention. She keeps eating all of my underwear. WTF. This might be a little to private to post publicly on the internet, but this bitch won't stop. It is pissing me off so freaking bad. This specific pair was CLEAN. Stupid dog. $5 a pair at target. Check out the photo of her, Baylee-the-beagle, notice the laundry basket on the back of the couch (that is my attempt to prevent this from reoccurring). Notice her guilty expression. Crotchless panties. Blah. So frustrating. She knows it's bad, not sure how to correct this.

Finished with my homework until Sunday! Woot. Working in the morning, need to go to bed soon. Have a feeling it's going to be a long and busy day out in The Villages. :(

WARNING: If you continue reading there will be a lot of bitching, whining and complaining.

Today and the days proceeding today have really sucked. Today I decided to withdraw from my Chemistry class. I've been debating whether or not to stick it out for a couple of weeks. There are only 8 or so people left in the class, out of 20 or so. I made a 70 on the first exam. Not good. Just not doing well, it's not clicking, at all. Sucks. I took general chemistry last semester and did great. This class is kicking my ass though. Next semester, repeat.

I also failed my Macroeconomics test today. About 2 hours ago. Made a 67. The average was 72. Below average, and made a "D". This is so not me.

Well, I had a little distraction and drank two beers. I do not feel as heated as I originally did when I started writing this post.

So, yeah. Been at work the past four days. Pretty much got fucked in the ass all weekend. Apparently it was the weekend of no-call/no-shows. Got in trouble for wearing body spray today, which considering I get yelled at for how I sit in chairs, was not too odd. DRAMA. Not going to go into it, this is a public blog. Although, I think that place is making me crazy.

Beer numero tres. Fuck complaining. I swear that I'm not a drunk. Just bored and stressed out.

I'm done. My ambition for writing has been lost. Goodnight.

I've been doing this new thing with my hair, nothing. Putting this crap in it, not sure what it is, called playful. I think I like, and it's easy. I chopped my bangs off, so I have to figure something out.

My house smells like a clove cigarette. Not sure why, assuming my mother was burning incense or something, but it smells like it in my room too. I feel like I am at I-bar, but without the music and hipster douche-bags. I AM NOT A HIPSTER. BTW. OMG CAPS. THIS IS HOW WE HAVE TO TYPE AT WORK AND IT DRIVES ME FUCKING NUTS. FUCK.

Problem 1: COUGH, POST NASAL DRAINAGE, SORE THROAT, ONSET 3-4 DAYS.
Problem 2: BURNING ON URINATION, FREQUENCY, URGENCY, ONSET 1 DAY.

Updated Medication List: 10/17/2011
METFORMIN 500MG BID
LISINOPRIL 20MG QD
NEUROTIN 100MG TID
HCTZ 12.5MG QD

That's what I type all day. When this computer, the one I own, prompts me for my password, sometimes I type "lruc". HELP PLEASE.

cheers to the freaking weekend (yes, Rhianna reference)

I really do not have a point for this post...yet. I feel like I have been slacking this week with school work. I powered through Sunday and Monday like a boss, but I really have not had any motivation since then. I feel like I'm in a "fuck it" mood lately. I had this huge homework assignment due tonight, dreaded it all day, felt like crying on my way home from work. BUT there was a bright little light at the end of my pathetic no-one-gives-a-shit-tunnel, there was an extension on the project until October 21st! So guess what I've been doing the past TWO hours I've had to myself. BEER! Cheers to the freaking weekend. Except today was my Monday and Monday is my Friday. Fucking awesome.

Today kind of sucked. I feel like taking a piss was the only chance I had to sit. 30 patients before noon. Fuck. No one cares about work or school. I don't either. Sometimes I feel like I work at a reality television show, just without the cameras, but not without the drama.

facebook popular

Last night I was facebook popular! Oh em gee! 46 comments on one status update; only kids in high school are that cool. I'm like high-school-kid-cool!

So, yeah. iOS5 is interesting. I am not feeling the blue text box when you message on iMessage, kind of gay (in the lame way). I can now open PDFs in email, which is awesome. I like the new facebook format. If everyone I talked to had an iPhone and iOS5 iMessage could be great, but considering only two people I've texted today have it, not as great as it sounds. I cannot not have unlimited texting because not all of you bitches have iPhones.

I'm listening to tUnE-yArDs station on Pandora and M.I.A.'s Come Around just came on. I like. I like.

I just edited my hair. Chop-chop on the bangles. This is the OMG post of photos! Had to cover the ugly with my hand. I suffer from AMAZINGLY-awful skin. I wonder if there are people out there as obsessed with skin as I am with teeth. Nice teeth are really, really, really, really important to me. I need to get my teeth cleaned ASAP or I am going to have to retract that last statement.



Oh, so last night I went to this event with my father. He does work for this company called Homes in Partnership. Pretty much, from what I'e gathered, it's is a non-profit organization that rebuilds crack houses and gives the refurbished, well completely new, houses to families that need it. If you knew my father you'd realize that he is so completely anti anything charity that you'd be as surprised as me that we were at a charity event last night.

His company name always cracks me up a little.


Hope you enjoyed this almost completely pointless post. I'm done rambling for the evening.

bait a hook

So far I've reference a some songs and bands that I love, today it's about hate. I am not sure why I've even heard this song, wait, I remember. The radio in my bathroom is picky about what radio stations come in, it seems to like this country station, which I hate to admit, but I can tolerate it sometimes. There was a point in my life when I spent weekends at the local mudhole, rode around in the back of a pick-up truck. Fuck I grew up in a town with one stop light and two "feed" stores. If you do not know what I am referring to by "feed store" you're probably a Prius-driving-sushi-eating-asshole who cannot "bait a hook". Please click on that link.

I heard he's got a Prius cause he's into being green.
My buddy sad he saw ya'll eating that sushi stuff.
He can't even bait a hook.
He can't even skin a buck.

Seriously? That does not even make sense. Screw you Justin Moore.

I did have a huge crush on Billy Ray Cyrus when I was a kid. I am watching the video for "Achy Breaky Heart". He was actually kind of cute back in the 90s, rocking the mullet. God, I am so glad I was a kid then. Not sure what people were thinking when they got dressed in the morning.

Now we're on to Shania Twain "Any Man of Mine". She had a freaking hot body.

Speaking of hot bodies, I ate like a cow tonight. Chicken wings, fried mushrooms, beer and a piece of chocolate birthday cake.

I need to get my shit together, I could see everything starting to take more of downward spiral in the very near future. I need to runaway, change my cell number, delete facebook and disappear. No more distractions. Yeah right. Nice thought.

warm beer

It's Tuesday October 11th 2011 and it's 130am. I'm drinking a warm beer and watching music videos on youtube. I wasted my Monday reading dry textbooks, doing chemistry homework, listening to music and writing lame blogs.

My personal life is a huge mess at the moment, it's more of a mess than I let on, but I am really not bothered by it. I am sure someone will read this and be a little offended, but whatever. I think it's time for another warm beer. Hold that thought.

So, I am spending most of my free time doing school work, for a degree I am not entirely sure what I want or can do with. I already have a lot of the necessary credits for a BS in Health Science, so it seemed like the best decision. I plan on working on some sort of masters degree, eventually. Apparently you only need a masters to be a PA (physician's assistant) and according to some online sources PAs make twice as much as RNs. Not that it's all about money, it's also about not being stuck behind a desk. Ick.

I do not know anything what-so-ever about cardiac crap. I wish I did the paramedic thing before I went to school to be an RN. Honestly, working for EMS sounds a lot more exciting than anything I could do as a nurse. I guess I should just study rhythms and cardiac drugs when I have spare time. :/

If you're still reading this you must be really, really bored. Hello almost 2am and warm Heineken.

I really wish it was 2009. Fuck.

I've managed to keep my calorie consumption less than 1500 calories per day for about a week now. Well, the beer may jack it up to 2000. Oops. At least I am not eating 500 calories, only drinking, sooooo much better. :(

Right now I feel like I loved my life two years ago. I was in nursing school, living at the house on Saltsdale, partying away most of my free time, and I weighed 135lbs. I hated my job though. I mean REALLY hated. I actually enjoyed nursing school, kind of miss it. Anyway, this entire post is a drunk ramble.

now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her
i want to hold you close
skin pressed against me tight
lie still, close your eyes girl
so lovely, it feels so right
i want to hold you close
soft breast, beating heart
as i whisper in your ear
I WANT TO FUCKING TEAR YOU APART

This is what I typically look like when I am sitting in front of this piece of crap. HOT.

If anyone has a zit remedy that works, please let me know ASAP.  I'm a hot mess over here, oh add an oversized hoodie to that photo and you'll have the full effect, oh and pink skull candy headphones, not gay earbuds.

I really, really want to press rewind. I really, really want a bonfire and friends and music and beer. That's all. Don't judge.

IRONY, omg.

I just got back from taking my midget Beagle-dog, Baylee, on a walk. I've been sitting at this desk, in front of this computer for most of the day yesterday and all of today, with the exception of said dog walking. While I was walking I was thinking about how much I hate sitting and doing shit on the computer. The ironic part of this: I had this intense desire to BLOG about how much I hate doing work on the computer.

I am totally falling into the hipster cliche of being ironic. OMG, read this: HOW TO BE A HIPSTER. Hilarious. Now I'm ironically making fun of a subculture that I sometimes fall into. Perfection.

I'm not going to quote Alanis Morissette, don't worry. Even though I can bet you have that song stuck in your head now. :)

Lame post over. Thanks.

First post! (Again)

Attempt numere dos at blogging with blogger. Most of you know what lead to the downfall of my old blog so I am going to attempt not to use my real name, or mention the name of my old blog on here. Keep the crazy stalkers away, but if the bitch finds me, what-the-fuck-ever. Won't mention her name either.

Nice introduction, huh?

Here's a proper intro:

I chose a name for this blog a few months ago, just decided to start writing in it tonight. "Red Flags and Long Nights" is a song by She Wants Revenge. I got into this band in 2009, most of the music I love seems to spawn from that point in my short, lame, little life.

My favorite verse:

You can occupy my every sigh,

You can rent the space inside my mind

At least until the price becomes too high.

That's my new, old motto. Starting now. I'll try not to make ever post a break down of my favorite songs, considering the name and the mood I am in now, I think that is where this one may head. 

I spent this rainy Sunday doing chemistry homework. Took forever, now I'm drinking beer, somehow ended up with a massive supply of various beers. Choice of the night: Michelob Ultra the "superior light beer". Apparently it will help me not turn into a diabetic fatass. 

I just download She Wants Revenge's discography, listening to "Tear You Apart". I love how I feel when I listen to this song, it makes me want to get trashed, smoke a cigarette and stupidly dance my ass off at a hipster bar. Instead I'm alone in my room, drinking a lame beer, and not dancing. Woot. 

I've been wanting to apply for random jobs, not around here, and see if I get any replies. I'd prefer to live in some sort of metropolitan area, OR a creepy little Stephen King-esque like Mariposa, CA. 

I'm listening to SKRILLEX now. I bet no one will actually click on any of these links. Screw it. 

I can feel myself drifting into an abyss of thoughts that can only be comprehended by me and only at this moment. Don't judge. Everyone should have a couple of beers, listen to music loud and attempt to write a blog once in a while, makes your heart feel happy. "Hey remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes?" 

October 11th 2011 will be exactly a year from October 11th 2010, the day I found out that my happy little life was a delusion. :D That's a bit of a downer, feels longer than that.

Think it's time to end the rambling. Goodnight.


Oh and "huge manatee" is a reference from "Nothing Came Out" by The Moldy Peaches. I fucking love you Kimya Dawson.