AS seen on television.

OMG!

The new Sigor Ros is amazing.

Anouncements

1) my login to the hospital computer system is kristinho. yeah. I know.

2) I went clubbing tonight. Worst experience ever. I strongly dislike the serious lack of dive bars and music venues in this town. I miss Nashville, Detroit/Ann Arbor, and Anchorage and every other town where the inhabitants aren't so self-absorbed and appearance conscious.

3) my parents rock. I now have curtains and furniture. My room looks f-ing awesome.

4) I'm ready for my brain to hurt a little less when I leave work. There's so much to think about and remember.

5) I'm glad I get to sleep in tomorrow.

NCLEX

Less than 48 hours.

I can't seem to get this out of my head:

"...and I wish i could touch you
if I wasn't miles away
we could talk it all out
in your clean white place

now I've done all the waiting I think I can stand
and I want you to know
yeah, I want you to know
I want you to know
I think you've found your man
yeah, I'll be your man
yeah, you've found your man
come home to him."



Sennett, Blake. (2006). I'll be your man recorded by

The Elected. On Sun, Sun, Sun. Seattle, WA: Sub Pop

Records.

No news is good news.

I just found these photos from fall 2006. Jesus, that feels like a lifetime ago.

It rained today. Just for a minute. I really miss the rain.

Laaay-z.

So I'm supposed to be working on an NCLEX practice exam right now. In fact, the clock is ticking as I write this. Whatever. I'm a ball of stress over this test. It's ridiculous. I will either pass or fail. Either way, life will go on. I've been here 3 weeks tomorrow. Things are going as well as expected. I move into a house closer to work on Sunday. I've made some friends. It's all hunky dory. I can't help but feel like I'm just going through the motions, though. Settling in, making a life... I think that's what most of our time as little worker ants is spent doing. Moving dirt from one side of the yard to the other and then back again. Until we die. WOW that's depressing. I always tell people that if you really think about your life, or life in general, and the complete, absolute monotony of it, you will, more than likely, want to shoot yourself in the head. But that is just my personal opinion and you in no way are required to endorse it. Me? I try to think outside the box. I try to make my life interesting and to create wonder and value in the experiences I choose to engage in. I guess my major frustration this week is that I am being forced to spend my time inside studying and not out doing. Arrrghh.

Drop your g's and lengthen your vowels.

My southern accent has returned with a vengeance, y'all.

R-E-S-P-onsibility.

Today I joined a gym. I believe this is by far the most adult thing I have ever done.

Rash.

Guess who's got two thumbs and has poison ivy. This girl!

Let the good times roll.

So I've updated the radio pre-sets in my car. I made the following selections:
1) NPR, of course.
2) Spanish polka
3) Spanish rock
4) Alt. Country
5) Honky-Tonk (badonkadonk)
6) and the "Delilah" station

I feel like in order to really get to know the animal I'm dealing with, I need to totally immerse myself in truly Texan culture. And assault my ears apparently.

I'm here.

So I've been in Texas since Tuesday. I'm not really sure how I feel about it yet. Last night I hung out with a few cool people. I now have some new numbers and e-mail addresses. That's a good thing. I can't help thinking that I might have left my heart in Nashville, though. We'll see if I find it.