I like to have Dr. Pepper and ibuprofen for din din.

The day after tomorrow Ima be gettin' my freak on.

This true (honest!) story is for you:

A man had to come to the emergency room because he was pimpin' his stoma out for rock and got the clap up in it.

Happy Halloween!

It's cold in my house.

Caught a peek at myself in the mirror early this AM. Don't look so hot. All of my hair is falling out and my face is puffy with big black circles under my eyes.

Gross.

Makes me feel like crying.

Need to mow the yard and finish my homework today.

Fun !!!

Today's quote of the day, from a Clinton campaign spokesperson:

"Given Governor Romney's long history of flip flopping on issues, we're not worried. We expect him to endorse us any day."

Made me snicker a little.

Mom got me an NCLEX book. Just answered some questions.

The verdict?

It blows.

Now am trying to make myself study for Monday's critical care test.

It also blows.

I need more exciting blog fodder.

Hope your afternoon is nice.

You're gonna be jealous after you read this. Fair warning.

I am wearing Fleece scuffs. Fresh off the UPS truck.

My Love got them for me. And when I called to tell him they came he wanted to commend me for only being mildly difficult in letting him get them for me. Guess that is a compliment?

It makes me feel guilty sometimes when people are getting me things and/or doing things for me. Also accepting complements makes me uncomfortable.

I am totally getting better at it though.

Especially if it is gonna get me plushy foot warming fleecy goodness delivered right to my front door.

Today I had a migraine and it was such total fucking ass. I feel better now, but still like someone played racquetball with my skull last week.

In honor of my migraine induced vomiting up of not-so-hot Mexican lunch, a haiku, for your reading pleasure:

throwing up corn chips

into the porcelain bowl

made me pee my pants

You know you love it. Go ahead and admit it.

This blog would be so much cooler if I

a) went all super angsty instead of mildly whiny

OR

b) started writing haiku

Since neither of those is likely to happen, my mild whines for today:

The temperature in our classroom starts with a 5. Seriously. We have a thermometer.

AND

I think someone tried to break into my car and now my window is all fuckered up.

Guess they wanted to steal my kick ass tape deck.

Every time we take a test we have to spend at least an equal amount of time, and usually longer, going over the test. It makes me fucking crazy.

If you bombed a test make an appointment with the professor and go over it for christ's sake.

It's not good for my blood pressure.

In my most recent move of sheer brilliance I managed to put my checking account into the negative buying $6 worth of groceries.

Maybe my check next week will cover the overdraft charges. Hopefully then I can pay my utility bill with the next one.

If not there's always sex work. (Do you think there is a call girl center where I could use downtime for homework?) Or plasma donation. (I just read you can now do twice a week. Is that healthy?)

In completely unrelated, but equally disconcerting news:

I like Chris Brown.

AND

Even though I think cosmetic surgery is horrifying, if I had 6-8 thousand bucks laying around I'd have a tummy tuck faster than you can say 4.3% post surgical complication rate.

Hey.

It's 2:30 in the morn'. Whatcha doin'?

Sleepin', I hope.

Just (mostly) finished the paper due at 8 am. I have a real problem with papers and procrastination. Has become a sick sort of ritual that I can't resist. Why stay up late late (or is it early, early?) cranking out papers that I could easily have done sooner?

Dunno.

But if you want to read a research proposal on the effects of extended new nurse orientation on stress, job satisfaction, and retention rates lemme know.

I'll hook you up, yo.

You love blow and I love puff

There was a man mowing his yard today with a giant white parrot on his shoulder.

That's fucked up.

He didn't even have on an eye patch...

New cat is quite the little snuggle bug.

She seems happy to be back inside and chowing after some asshole dumped her off at the park.

"Imagine how she must feel..."

Relieved. Content. Grateful.

To be taken care of by someone kind after wandering around lost for a while.

Don't gotta imagine.

I know.

Feels really nice.

Found a cute little kit kat at the park. She's in my bathroom. Going to go live with my love if she doesn't turn out to be somebody's lost pet.

I wanna go too.

Already miss him.

Tucks me in and rubs the palm of my hand with his thumb while I fall asleep.

Fall break pretty much rocks.

I've eaten Indian food (mmm!), ridden bikes, taken naps.

Not done any homework.

Boyfriend planted some blue bonnets in a cute little pot on the patio for me.

I'm gonna nosh on some chicken and avocado tacos for din din.

Yum.

There may be a significant future for me in food service or landscaping if I don't stop bomb-ity bombing tests the way I have been.

Kick ass.

I ate half of an apple and half of a bagel and I don't feel like chucking it right back up.

Yet.

It is only halfway through pharmacology though so it could still happen!

At some point between puking at 3:30 this morning and wake-up call at 7:00 fever broke.

Just ate 4 crackers (Why is Rachel Ray on the Saltine's box?) and about a dozen spoonfuls of soup.

Here's hoping I don't vomit!