Some things will never change

 

With school just around the corner, of course I got a phone call from my mother yesterday, to let me know that my grandfather was on his way to my ER. Apparently he fell in the garage and instead of calling an ambulance, my grandmother spent an hour trying to rally the neighbors to help her pick him up. To make a long story short, his troponin was 0.13, indicative for myocardial injury. Basically, he either had a mild heart attack that caused him to fall or he gave himself a mild heart attack by struggling to get up off the floor for an hour. I'm pretty sure the two of them will send me to an early grave and outlive everyone else. I'm not ready for this kind of stress again!

Give them something to talk about

 

Sometimes I find myself to be extremely amusing. I'm sure some people would disagree and find my (sometimes vulgar) sense of humor to be utterly obnoxious and inappropriate at times. But that's how I am. For most of my life I have been the type of person who enjoys testing limits, questioning authority, and getting reactions out of people. So why stop now, right? As a nursing student we are expected to look and act professional. I can do that, but for the first day of class I won't. As senior nursing students, we will have a new batch of teachers. First impressions are everything and for me, that's fair game to be inappropriate or obnoxious. Which is why I plan on showing up, the first day of my senior year with tattoos exposed, facial piercings in, and freshly dyed purple hair.

 

 

"People are always going to talk, so give them something to talk about."

This summer..

Many people have asked about what's going on or what has happened in my personal life the last six months. Yes, I was homeless for 2 months (the details of what led up to this will remain personal). In the mean time, the roommate he brought in, to replace me, turned out to be a heroin addict and stole $4,000 worth of my stuff and pawned it for $120.  This kid stole all my Louis Vuitton bags (including my $1,500 white Louis), most of my Coach bags/wallets, a Dooney & Bourke bag/wallet, my gold jewelry, and a set of rims. Don't ever fuck with a girl and her handbags. Found them at a pawn shop in Nashua and reported it to the officer in Pelham who then contacted Nashua PD to go and retrieve my stuff for evidence and a copy of the receipt that Glenn got when he pawned everything. Long story short, this kid now has a class A felony theft warrant to go with the 12 other existing warrants in MA. Now we just need to wait for him to screw up so they can arrest him. With the class A felony theft warrant he can be caught anywhere in New England and be extradited back to NH. So, if anyone knows him and/or might know where he is, please let your local PD know where they can happily pick his ass up:

Glenn was supposed to pay half of the rent while he was there and he never did, so Tony fell a total of $1,000 behind on rent and on the verge of being kicked out with my dogs still living there. Again, long story short, I'm living back at the apartment and using the spare bedroom. I'm not entirely sure what direction we're going but things have been civil despite all the feelings of bitterness and anger I still hang onto. However, I refuse to do another semester of nursing school while living in a car.

Speaking of school, I can't believe there's only 2 weeks left until it starts up again. This summer has reminded what having fun is actually like. I've stayed out all night and slept all day. This summer I made some new friends, spent time with old friends, and filtered out negative friends.

 

 

 

 



 

It's been fun and I don't want it to end, but I'm ready to move forward and finish school. I'm going to do great things with my life.