Down by the bank ( Read more... )

Class today. Boring. My life. It's not that boring. I've actually been realizing lately how wonderful my life is. Having an unconditional partnership with someone you care about really makes everything in life a lot easier ( Read more... )

Monday - 8 hours of school
Tuesday- 12 hours of Rescue
Wednesday - 8 hours of school
Thursday - 12 hours of Rescue
Friday - 8 hours of school
Saturday - 12 hours of ER

I'll need to stock up on caffeine pills. Or crack.

Such a grand invention. I'm sitting her in bed, delaying putting on make up and brushing my hair. I am, however, in my EMT clothes. Steel toed boots and all. So at least I'm half way there.

Kieran is asleep next to me. I piled the blankets on him. He's so sweet when he's sleeping. I play with his hair and he just grumbles and buries his face in my ( Read more... )

I realize how happy and lucky I am.

It feels good.

Howling at the ambulance sirens. I cant tell if they're trying to communicate, or telling the noise to go away. Dont they know that's just a big piece of machinary that runs on diesel and is full of more pieces of machinary that run on battery and electric. Not some long lost pack leader ( Read more... )

A man shot himself in the Flagler hospital parking lot today. I was working Rescue. Rescue soon became Hazardous Materials. Hazardous Materials soon became a pair of latex gloves, a hazmat red bag, brains and skull chunks.

I'm not sure if it's hit me yet, that I was manhandling someone's grandfathers brains.

Give a yell! Give a yell! Give a great substantial yell!
Cause when we yell
we yell like hell
and this is what we yell!

Holleman! Holleman!
Hollemandiego
San Diego
Hocus Pocus
Dominocus
Gooooo Jackets!

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Chewin Tobacco, Chewin Tobacco
Spit Spit Spit!
If you aint from Saint Augustine
You aint worth
SHIFT to the left
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Fuck it.

Sometimes I feel like

I dont belong here.

Wasting such beautiful days
in such saddening ways
Suicide plans
and shakey hands
outside its 60, partly cloudy.

A bed made of quick sand
an apathy you cant understand
forked tongues
and starving lungs
a brain thats trigger happy and rowdy.

My joints ache with burning pains
A heart pumping pure disdain
Feet full of lead
frozen and dead
Who turned up the gravity ( Read more... )