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Apparently, this is what I have been reduced to
At the nursing job fair today, I pretended I was looking for work at Evergreen and talked to some random recruiter for a good five minutes just so I could get one of the light-up Superballs on her display table.
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Write On
Against my better judgement (because we all know this quarter is going to get crazier before it gets sane..er), I've decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month and attempt to crank out a 50,000-word novel by the 30th. I've set up a separate journal for the occasion,ms_inorhcanna (my nanowrimo handel is "annachronism", but that was already taken as ( Read more... ) -
No way.
Freud died today. The cat likes to sit on my nightstand and watch him, and I'm guessing she somehow managed to knock over the tank while I was at class. It shouldn't be that big of a deal. I mean, he was only a $5.00 Petco fish, and he'd been around for a couple of years, so he'd led a pretty full life, but somehow I found myself standing over ( Read more... ) -
Yuck.
Bah. I can't tell if the stupid thing attacking me this week is the stomach flu or an actual flu. Not that a definitive diagnosis would really change how I can deal with it, but still, it'd be nice to know ( Read more... ) -
And it only took five weeks
So, I'm holed up in my room at the moment, desparately cramming for tomorrow's nursing research exam, having spent the weekend hanging out with Ilan and carving pumpkins and partying it up and basically doing anything BUT homework. Oh, and also I'm running a fever.
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The weekend is over. Kate and Justin are MARRIED. It's a good thing I took so many pictures, or I might've missed it completely.
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Well, I, for one feel better.
I've just got to say, there are few things I enjoy more than having my hair cut. When you're hair's an inch long, at most, getting it trimmed is basically like a full scalp massage with visual benefits. Glorious. -
Stupid genetics. Stupid, stupid genetics...
From as early as I can remember, my father has gotten up at the absolute crack of dawn. He's an Army doctor, which in the beginning usually meant late nights and 4:30 wake-ups. Maybe as a toddler, I thought the best way to make sure I would see him was to adopt his schedule, so if he was up at 4:30, so was I. My mom recently confessed to me that ( Read more... ) -
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Oops. I just realized I dropped off the livejournal radar. For like three weeks. I should probably let people know I'm alive, huh?
The last twenty days or so have been pretty crazy, between work and actually sticking to running every morning and my insatiable theatre/cast party addiction (those people had to do something that lasted until at ( Read more... ) -
Sniffle
Today is a sad day, folks. I have sacrificed the use of my nose for a pretty smile. Oh, the things we do for beauty ( Read more... )