Should Be Studying...

Happy Halloween! I should be studying for that massive physio exam which I'm pretty certain is gonna kick my ass tomorrow. :( But I'm not, I'm typing on here and waiting for some little kiddies to trick or treat us...preferably treat since I have some of those...and am not so much a fan of the tricking.

At any rate...here's what's new: I got another tattoo!! :) I finally got the celtic cross that i wanted to get the first time...it's pretty fuckin' sweet. And I've already decided that next time I go, I'm getting a rose on the top of my right foot. ...I may or may not have an addiction. I have to admit...it does feel pretty good...heheh.

Other than that... I still hate my job and my classes...and having a companion is still pretty fucking sweet.

That's all I got.

Damn World Series

As much as it pains me to admit this...I am actually watching the freakin' World Series game right now. Never in my life have I ever had any inclination to watch baseball...much less did I want to like it. But thanks to that guy in my life of whom I've grown quite fond...I find myself enjoying the game. In fact...I should be in bed right now as I have to get up early for clinicals in the morning...but no...here I sit on the couch watching the eleventh inning of the third game of the series. I even find myself making predictions on the game...although that results from a weird coincidence from Game 2 in which I called how the game was gonna end...go me. Chris is doing his very best to teach me how baseball works...and I have to admit...he is a damn good teacher. :)

In other news..Ball State, I hate you. If you died...I wouldn't even go to the funeral...except maybe to spit on your big red casket... Actually...it isn't even so much the entire university..it's just the fucking school of nursing. They are doing their very best to fuck me in the ass with next semester's schedule...and dammit, I do not like it one little bit.

Princess

"I can show you the world...shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me princess, now when did you last let your heart decide. I can open your eyes, take you wonder by wonder. Over, sideways, and under on a magic carpet ride. A whole new world...a new fantastic point of view. No one to tell us no or where to go or say we're only dreaming."

*Sigh* Ok...so I've been bitching a lot lately, but things are going well right now. It's nice to have a little break from school...not that I don't have a lot of studying I could be doing, but I'm just not going to do it right now. :)

Instead...I'm here...reflecting on how nice it is to have someone to call me Princess. Kass says she would hate it...and so probably would a lot of other people...but I love it. Not just when anyone random does it...but the fact that I have a certain someone that I'm particularly fond of...who is the only one with the ability to call me princess and make me smile. Thanks :) (And thanks for actually watching Aladdin with me...you're awesome)

Attention span of a goldfish with ADHD

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung, and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will be become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." -- C.S. Lewis

I actually think I might be incapable of love....I mean, I love my family and I love my pets, but as far as romantic love goes...I don't think I can really do it for any significant length of time. I loved Kevin, but I got bored and got over it. And I've loved other people...or seen the potential for love to develop...and nothing seems to keep my interest. The instant I see that possibility for something more...I am no longer interested. I'm not sure if it's a self protection method, if I have no attention span at all, or if I'm just too lazy to put work into anything. Ya know--the thing is, I'm not looking for someone to marry right now...but someone with which to be affectionate and spend some free time with...but even then, nothing really interests me.

Ahh well...that was my serious reflection for the evening. I don't feel like giving details...mostly because I'm not sure what prompted that little ramble. It isn't really aimed at anyone in particular or at any particular situation...just kind of an observation.

Full Moon??

What the hell is going on with my life right now?? I swear it absolutely has to be a full fucking moon or something. Two people, both within about two minutes of each other, decide to go nuts on me. Both were men interested in dating me...and to only one did I return the attraction. I could've seen actually dating him under the right circumstances...and I believe he knew this. But something came up Saturday night and our plans didn't work out...mostly because he didn't call me to let me know he was in town before I made other plans. My bad...no need to go nuts on me over that. The other one I've only met once...and he flipped out on me because I don't ever have the time to do anything. The weekends are the only times I ever have free time...and that free time is usually planned out pretty well in advance. I don't know why it's so difficulr for other majors to understand the hectic schedule of clinicals and insane homework that nursing majors deal with...when I do have the time during the week, I'd honestly rather take that time to fucking nap...since most days that's all I really want out of life--a good nap. At any rate...it's probably a bad idea to give me the third degree about what I was out doing when you barely even know me.

AND THEN...I leave work tonight...head out to my truck...as I've done a couple hundred times before...and I'm talking to Jerry before I leave...then he points at my windshield and gets this really confused look on his face...so I turn around...and there are flowers on my windshield! Now, normally this would be awesome...and I can think of a few people that I would really love to come leave flowers on my truck after work (I'm a huge sucker for flowers and chocolates)...BUT I have no idea who left these!! There was a note with a name, but the ring doesn't immediately ring a bell. I think I might be able to guess, but I don't know how close I'd be.

Could my life please have just a little more drama in it? I don't think I have quite enough yet.

World's Most Effective Pick-Up Line

All right guys...here it is...the world's best pick-up line...when used correctly, this one very well may just get you into that girl's bed before the end of the night (but, in my own defense, if it gets you smacked in the face, it's not my fault! So use at your own discretion).

"C'mon seriously...I just wanna eat you out. I'm a carnivore and just want to pleasure you with my tongue for the next sixty minutes. I promise you won't be sorry."

Granted...it doesn't have to be word-for-word...any variation will probably work...just be bold and confident...except in the case where oral isn't so much your specialty, then maybe you should stay away from this approach and go back to whatever it was you were doing before that still wasn't gettin' you laid. But, if you know what you're doing and you do you right, no sane woman in the world is gonna tell ya no. And as an added bonus to being the most effective...this might also be the most hilarious pick-up line ever.

With that being said, this weekend fucking rocked. There's nothing quite like stayin' up partying all night...working at 9:30 in the morning...quick nap after work...back out again...Greek's in the village at 2 AM with my girl Jill...ogre on the couch...walking my ass back across campus in the freezing cold...fake dikes gettin' it on at the fraternity house (and it wasn't me this time!!)...then home for a few hours...work at 8:30 this morning. Sleep hasn't really been in my vocab...but you'll have that I guess. In addition to all that...I found out a damned lot about people I used to think were such sweet innocent folks...damn, y'alls a buncha freaks. :)

I quit...

I'd like to start by saying thank you to all two of you who left me love...and breakfast foods...I believe I'll be taking the bacon instead of the toast. The toast just doesn't have the same artery-clogging appeal that bacon does...

Beyond that...I talked to psycho Billy tonight...I wish something would clog his arteries...ugggh. He's such a shit, he really thinks that my only goal in life is to ruin his, when honestly--I just don't give a damn. Perfect example--he truly believes that I went to that wedding reception with the sole intention of pissing him off. No, that part just comes naturally...I enjoy dancing and drinking...and all the rest of that stuff. Furthermore, I just love the fact that he always manages to find out exactly what I did and where I did it and with whom I did it. Weird. Like he's got the KGB or something trailing me. And he truly believes that it bothers me when he finds out what I've done..why would I care? It isn't like I make any special effort to be all secretive...if I was that concerned, I wouldn't be doing whatever it was that I happened to be doing.

All right, enough of that shit. I'm not even really pissed anymore when I talk to him...actually it borders on amusement now.

Well...

Ok, so here's the thing. I have a lot of things I need to be doing right now...and I don't particularly want to do a single one of them. So...instead, here I am updating this thing. I never really have time for this anymore...except of course, for when I'm avoiding a more worthwhile project. For instance, I could be studying for 232...or writing a health history for 230. Especially in light of the fact that I've failed the last two exams I've taken. Delightful.

At any rate...here's what happening (and I might have said some of this in the last entry...but I'm too lazy to go back and check, so deal with it). I've decided that I'm going to med school...and no this isn't like when I decided that I was joining the Army (which I really could've done)...this is for real. I'm workin on scheduling prereqs and everything. I'm really gonna be Dr. Katherine Newby (and I still use Newby because I very seriously doubt that there's a man dumb enough to marry me left in the world..in addition to the fact that I'm not sure I want the added hassle of a man in my life...oh and the fact that Mom told me today that I'd have to figure out how to be a lady before I could ever find a suitable husband anyway...).

And my back is doing a bit better...I've kept myself pretty well drugged in an attempt to feel no pain...it's sort of working. I still kinda gimp when I walk, but you'll have that I guess. I may have to just suck it up and say to hell with my health, because they're trying to pull me from clinicals because I can't do patient lifting...fuck you Ball State and fuck your nursing program.

Besides all that...I went home to Gburg this weekend...wedding reception Saturday night...had to return some belongings to a certain someone...only to discover that he had some belongings of mine that I would very much like to have back...I guess maybe I'll just take all that as a lesson. (And for your information Nat: I did not go home with anyone this weekend!...thank you very much sir).

All right, that's all I got. Leave me some love.

The Mystery of the Random Dick Pic

So...yeah...I'm sitting here tonight minding my own business..lost in my own little world of Vicodin induced comfort (more on that later)...and my phone beeps with a pix message. I thought to myself...hmmm, that's a little strange...it better not be a picture of anyone's genitals. But lo and behold...it was the picture of someone's dick. Now, you may be saying, "Katie, who the fuck would send you a picture of his dick without your prior approval?" Well, to you I would answer, "I don't have any fuckin' idea." Though I can make a pretty damn good guess since the sender number was, of course, attached to the picture. But when I question Mr. W about said picture, he claims that he did nothing of the sort... Well, had I saved the picture I might've been able to create a "Wanted" poster in order to find the owner of that random dick...but in my shock and dismay, I deleted those random genitals immediately.

But in other news...I had an amazing weekend that I refuse to share the details of because you guys are assholes and would tell me that I'm immoral. So no more exciting weekend stories for you shits.

But today was one shittastic mess...I managed to contract a pretty heinous eye infection from the naked hot tub party Saturday night, which resulted in a trip to the Ball State Death Center. While I was there I also had the nurse practitioner check out what I assumed was a pinched sciatic nerve. She then referred me to see an orthopedic dr. He determined that I had a slipped intervertebral disk in my back which was resulting in a pinched nerve...excellent. So he sent me home with some Vicodin, Prednisone, and physical therapy orders. And an order stating that I'm not allowed to do any stooping, bending, or lifting greater than ten pounds...(sorry Nat--that kinda fucks up your plans for making me sort totes on truck nights! Haha shithead!)

At any rate...there's my news.