Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, and maybe a little more paperwork

That's one of the things about nursing school I love least. If it was only a couple pages at a time it would be one thing. But it's around ten pages at a time, once or twice a week. That on top of normal assignments, exams, and skills tests makes for a rather busy schedule. I don't forsee much sleep in the next few days, as I have two massive bundles of paperwork, a skills test, and two exams within the next week. That's just for my nursing classes. Add work into the massive piles of things to do and it makes for a not so much fun life.

Not that anyone really cares...

I am really bummed this evening for no particular reason. A little bit of everything in my life sucks right now. I guess I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed with all of the things I have due for nursing classes. And I'm a little freaked out by just how much responsibility I'm already taking on, much less all the responsibility I'll be taking on in the next couple of years. I think I'll like being a nurse, don't get me wrong. Becoming a nurse is just a little intimidating. There is the little fact that I'm already burnt out from being in school. At least I'm about halfway done. I think I can get through another couple of years without completely losing it. Oh well, enough whining.

Boring Classes/People Piss Me Off

Ok, so I can undersand why people are irritated by other people talking in class. Fine. Makes sense. But why should anyone give a damn if I want to be on my laptop during class? I make an effort to type quietly. I turn all sound off. I even make an effort to look up every few seconds. I don't sleep. Some classes are just too boring to deal with. I keep my cell turned off. I pay a moderate amount of attention. I sit near the back so I don't bother the people sitting near the front trying to pay attention. I respect that. But if I have to go to a class where I'm learning nothing useful, I need something to do. I'm not paying damn near a thousand dollars to be bored. It already feels like a waste of money. Attention other people in my classes: I make every effort to not interrupt your learning, so mind your own f-ing business and let me deal with my learning my way.

Procrastination, etc.

This isn't so much about having interesting thoughts. I just didn't want to work on my health history. If you're not a nursing major, I could explain what a health history is, but you don't really want to know, and once you did know, you wouldn't care. It's a very important process that bores the hell out of me. Enough whining. I'm starting to annoy myself.

So, for those of you that don't actually talk to me very often, I have a funny story. I go to do dishes the other day, and I'm washing dishes in one side of the sink and dirty dishes are stacked in the other. Well, I see something move in the stack of dirty dishes. I thought I had just splashed some soapy water over there or something. It definitely wasn't soapy water. All of a sudden a fatass little mouse hopped out of the sink and skittered accross the stove and into a hole in the wall. It very nearly scared the piss out of me.

I got so bored in my night class last week that I made up new lyrics to "Baby Beluga". Only my version was about a burrito. I wasn't on drugs, I promise.

I came home the other day and walked into the kitchen. Katie had left an empty case from water bottles on a chair. Jack (our psycho kitty) had managed to squeeze himself through the handholds and into the case. Just FYI, Jack is a full grown cat, by no means tiny. I'm not entirely sure how he got in there. Less impressive is the story about Jack sleeping in a tiny little trashcan and refusing to get out even when people were moving the can. Sadly I didn't get a picture.

So, at work the other day, I was standing in the MLC's back room making copies. Keep in mind that this room is in the back of the departmental office. A professor proceeds to walk up to me and say, "Do you work here?" I was oh so tempted to say, "Nah, I just sneak into offices and make copies to get my jollies." Wrong, I know, but I've worked at the damn place for over six months. I can't be that invisible. Not to mention that I've done all kinds of copywork and typing for that particular professor before.

Really soft fuzzy blankets make my life worth living. As do comfy sweatpants. Uniforms aren't cool.

Why do I need a blog, you ask?

Truthfully, I don't. My life isn't all that interesting. I'm not particularly fascinating. The only reason this might be at all intriguing is that I have really amusingly twisted thoughts once in a while. I've got nothin' right now, but I may yet have a good thought this evening...