P.S.

That random video goes with the blog that's way under it. I'm not taking the time to fix it, so deal. grrr....me and the internet don't always get along well.

Rachael Sage - Jane's Dimitri (live)

Pet Peeves....

I absolutely HATE when people spell my name wrong. It's Jennie, not Jenny. I'm cooler than Jenny with an "y." I don't think of myself as Jenny with an "y" it's always been Jennie with an "ie." Jennie with an "ie" fits me, the "y" does not. Yes, I'm very irritated. It's not Jennifer either. My birth certificate says Jennie, not Jennifer, not Jenny, not Jenni. OK?! For the love...you'd think after years of knowing me people would learn to spell my name. One time my Dad even spelled my name wrong, oh boy did he pay for it. He'll never live that down. I can't think of a faster way to piss me off than to spell my name wrong or to call me by the wrong name. OK, maybe I can, but the point is, it's not worth your life to do it...don't!!!! Am I overreacting? Yes! Do I care? NO! I'm venting about this so I don't vent about something far serious going on right now. Someone the other day misread the way I wrote my name for "Vennie" then spent the next like 2 minutes trying to convince ME that my "J" looked like a "V." #1- You're being rude, #2- No it doesn't, #3- You're an idiot, #4- This is a professional office and you are NOT being professional, good grief. On the other hand, I do like being called Jen, but mostly just good friends and family call me that. For you to call me Jen you have to be in pretty good standing with me. Or you can just call me J-Slice, lol, and no, I'm not explaining that one, sorry. OK, I'm done venting for now.

Triptan family...yeah you're trippin' you mean

Yes I know I'm posting twice in a day, but whatever. So I've been getting migraines like once or twice a week every week for the past 6 months, which is not very conducive to good studying in nursing school. Anyways, I went to the MD today because I'm on some pretty hard core medications and obviously they're not working as well as they should be. So guess what he told me? Apparently I need MUCH less stress in my life. Yeah, I nearly burst out laughing. hahahahaha How the heck am I supposed to pull that one off?! I'm sorry but I'm in nursing school, not exactly easy. VERY stressful. Add to that family, friends, finances, health, etc. Yeah right, less stress, no problem. HA. So now I need to find more ways to relieve stress in my life, lovely. OK, I'm going to start Jiu-Jitsu again, because beating the hell outta something sure beats anything else for stress relief. The MD said it was my choice if I chose to stay in my current accelerated second bachelor's nursing program, but obviously it's affecting my health and he didn't recommend it. Gee thanks, buddy. Maybe I'll just drop out. :-P
(Of course he just means slow down a bit) You mean I not Superwoman?! NO WAY!!!!!!

Watch out for gorillas.....

OK, watch the video and count how many times the white team passes the basketball. ONLY watch the white team.


http://viscog.beckman.uiuc.edu/grafs/demos/15.html

Yeah, it's 14. So who saw the gorilla walk through the middle of the group of basketball players? hahahaha. Watch again. Weird, huh?!

So dumb. This is what our Med/ Surg professor had us do last night in the middle of our class. Except, somehow we must have missed the punch line cuz we have NO idea what the point of watching that video was. Sometimes I think I'm paying WAY too much to go to nursing school. It's almost as freaking expensive as Med. School. What did you learn today? Um, well I watched a video with a gorilla in it, lol. Good grief. This was just the end to a VERY interesting day. It started out with breast and testicular assessments. Uh, yeah. As if that's not already an awkward enough subject, someone in our class, who I will leave unnamed for the sake of sensitivity of the subject, felt the need to share her very personal problems in that area. I believe that conversation started with the statement "back when i had a lump in my breast." Ahhhhhh.....we DON'T want to hear about it in the middle of our lecture, thank you very much. Unfortunately, she proceeded to describe in detail, the problem. Good thing I was at the back of the class, because I'm pretty sure my mouth actually dropped open and I may have actually gasped. The rest of the day just got worse from there. I won't go into detail, but it involved watching a rather graphic video of breast exams and doing female reproductive system. Don't get me wrong, I've done all of this before in many other classes and I can be professional, none of it even fazes me anymore I've been around it too long. But, I've never been in classes where people have felt the need to share the intimate details of their personal lives. I think my poor professors are ready to kill the same students I'm ready to kill.

At least there were some entertaining moments, such as when we decided the point of watching the video was to "watch out for the gorilla." Yeah, cuz I'm sure I'm gonna get attacked by one walking down the road here. Then, this picture that my teacher felt the need to include in our PowerPoint slides. I have NO idea why, again.
But the comments about this picture were pretty classic. Like, "he probably did that when company was over." lol, yup I bet he did. My favorite was, "he's probably a musician." LOL, I love it. We're constantly being told risk factors for diseases in our classes as well. Smoking is constantly pounded into us as being really bad, as is obesity. The comment that one of my classmates said about that one was, "I tell you being fat just isn't good." hahahaha, nope it's not. Unfortunately, we were talking about the increased risk of breast cancer with obesity. Yeah, we're morbid at times, sorry. Maybe it's like we said last week after our End of Life Care lecture
sometimes we joke about really morbid things because that's how we cope with really difficult things. If you don't laugh, you'll cry. I learned that quickly while working on the Medical/ Oncology Floor (cancer) for a year and a half. Learning to balance emotions, getting attached vs. being too cold with your patients, being empathetic, and people skills are all things that took years of practice, mistakes, etc. to get down. I will continue to learn those things for the rest of my life. But that's a blog for another day. In the meantime, watch out for gorillas. :)

Rachael Sage - Jane's Dimitri (live)

Grrrr....OK, so this post actually goes with the YouTube video several posts above it that's got the same title "Rachael Sage- Jane's Dimitri (live)." It was fine and then I broke it, obviously. Once you post a video you apparently can't edit....boooo. Or I'm too dumb to figure it out, and I have no time to do it right now. Nevermind. Blah.

I'm not normally this serious, but today I was a bit contemplative on what I'm doing with my life or more like what I have to look forward to right now in my life aka almost nothing. This song exemplifies what I think is one of our biggest fears..."the moment that she realized she'd already had the love of her life it was 50 years and 5 minutes too late." Is that a depressing thought? Yes, but it's honest. Do I think it's really true in my life? Probably not, but at one time I did think it was true. That's what painful relationships do to ya. This somewhat crappy video cuts off the song, but the rest of the lyrics are interesting as well. She moves on with her life in the song "she stopped crying after 12 months, she stopped writing after 6." We all move on, but every relationship we have leaves it's imprint on us....hopefully one will actually work eventually. Relationships are hard work though, especially marriage. But we all like to hold onto our fairytales, I mean what girl doesn't want a guy to "follow[ed] her halfway across the earth..."? Don't get any ideas...I'm NOT ready to get married right at the moment. That would actually require me to be more than just every guy's best friend, ha, yeah right. According to Terrell, I'm not dateable, the punk :P. Well it's easier to just beat the guy up than to date him, if you ask me. Uh, I mean...ok, not always. But in my opinion most of the guys I know need to be thrown in a ditch. Of course with my luck, I'd probably get pulled in after them. Go figure. Of course that doesn't necessarily have to end badly for either of us, but most guys are too dense to figure out the rest of that scenario without completely botching it. Man I'm a tease. ;) Oh well, I'm good at it and it's fun. Fairytales don't exist. No one will ever follow me halfway around the earth. Pain is real, but so is joy. So in the meantime....I'm supposed to be writing a paper, BOOORING and I'd rather be throwing a guy or two that I know in a ditch...I guess I'll just have to dream about it instead. :)

P.S. When I said I like random/ everything music I really wasn't kidding....just look at my playlist on Myspace. I love stealing other people's music too, so share with me....um, please.

OneRepublic "Apologize"

One of my new favorite bands...they don't even have a CD out yet, but they're sweet :-). Check it out.

I got picked up by a guy...literally!!

(This blog is also from my Myspace page, but hey...this one's just plain classic and funny, so it needed to go on here. The comments back from Shane and I aren't on here obviously though, which is too bad).

My roommate told me to write this one, so here goes…I went to Utah several weeks ago, which was really fun as weird as it is to go back after being away for over a year. Although I went to school there for 5 ½ years I never really liked living there, unfortunately. But going back there I found there were a few things I really missed. Ok, I have no idea why I wrote any of that….Oh yeah, I remember now, I didn't really want to come back to Virginia after being in Utah for a week. Even though I only saw a few friends in Utah (most of my friends are spread all over the U.S. now) and there's not much there for me, I still found a few very compelling reasons to stay. I also really miss my family, especially my nephew and nieces. I lived with them for the last 6 months of my time in Utah and so it's very easy to go back and fit right into their family again. Anyways, before I get really nostalgic, I'm going to move on. I also had a really, really, really BAD sunburn from playing in the kiddie pool the day before. I know, brilliant Jennie. So needless to say, I did not want to get on a plane and sit for hours on end to come back to a place I didn't want to be. So this is possibly the best thing that could have happened to me that night, as weird as that sounds, because it got me mostly out of my "I don't want to be in DC" mood. I also got to sit next to a really cool girl on the plane for the whole trip, yeah we're friends.

Ok, here's the background….a month or so ago, my roommate posted a picture of me and my car on facebook. I did an awesome parallel parking job that I was really proud of (in all honestly I have to admit it wasn't that great, but whatever, we just like taking pictures and I LOVE that car), so she took a picture, of course. Well, she tagged her friend, Shane in the picture because she had a similar picture of his parking job of her car in the same place from a long time ago. So the tag line on the pic. was, "Jennie parked perfect too. She wanted to have this rival Shane's parking job in the same spot in front of our house." So, I commented under the pic. "YAY for Black Beauty!" That's my car's name (yeah, she's hot and I look hot in her ). (This isn't the pic, but I looked horrible, so I'm not putting it on here) Anyways, it started out innocent enough, but then our friend Mark and Alexis both commented on it, and Shane responded. So naturally, I had to give a sarcastic reply. I won't write that whole thing down, but it's very entertaining to read that whole commentary under that one stupid picture. Well my sarcastic reply incited Shane to challenge me to a fight to the death. Bring it on, buddy. One of my other friends complained that I like to start fights with their guy friends (which is probably true since guys are fun to fight with), but in all honesty in this case Shane totally started it, I swear. I may have kept it going, but hey, I'm competitive, if someone challenges me, I'm no wimp, I refuse to back down until it's over, and by over I mean, when I win. I do have at least 2 weaknesses, but I refuse to give those out, unless I'm asked by the right people, of course. So, Shane challenged me to a fight and told me that he was going to "administer unto [me] the kiss of death." Yeah, right. Good luck, buddy. I told him he could dig his own grave. So the consensus was that we would fight when he came to DC the weekend that I was returning from Utah.

I got back to DC on a Saturday night and my roommate told me she'd come get me because my brother bailed on me like the day before, lamesauce. So I went out on the curb to wait for Lex cuz she told me to call her when I landed cuz that's about when she needed to leave our house to get to the airport in time. Well a bunch of people from my plane and I were waiting, in the rain, imagine that in DC, haha. No offense to my roommate she was taking forever to get there, it probably only felt like that cuz I was exhausted. Come to find out later, they got lost in DC, and probably got a speeding ticket as well, I guess we'll find out if her parents get one in the mail. Oops So they finally pulled up and my roommate got out of the passenger side of her car which totally confused me, but she came flying at me and gave me a big hug and said she me missed me. I feel loved. I was too tired at this point to figure out why she wasn't driving, nor did I have the time to figure it out because the next thing I know Lex grabs my suitcase and all I see is Shane (who I recognized from pictures) come flying around the back of the car and come running at me. I didn't have time to react before he came around me and picked me up and carried me all the way to the car and threw me in the back seat. All the way I'm screaming/ laughing, "I don't even know you…put me down!!!" Apparently the people's expressions on the curb were priceless, my roommate was really sad they didn't have a video camera. I was glad she came and gave me a hug first otherwise those poor people would have thought I was being abducted. LOL….It was classic though. I literally got "picked up" from the airport. Nice first impression, huh?! So he proceeded for the rest of the night to try to kill me. (Attempt #1- I'm trapping his hand right here to keep him from killing me with it). He found out about my sunburn later, good thing he didn't pick me up higher, besides the fact that that would have been awkward. Well, more awkward than it already was. Haha I might have killed him on the spot. I seriously radiated heat and was flamingly red. Yeah, I rock. It made for some interesting outfits for me for the next week or so. I didn't want to be touched though, much less wrestling with someone who wants to kill me, lovely.(Attempt #2- friendly guy, huh, yeah we just met). Besides, it's only fun to get pinned if you get kissed, I like to say. Or as my friend Seth likes to change it to, it's only fun to get kissed if you get pinned, lol. I got dragged to another friend's house that night, by default (actually he wants to kill me too, go figure). (Attempt #3- He looks like he's trying really hard, except I'm just laughing, maybe he should have tried harder). Unfortunately, I sat behind Shane in the car for the 10 minute drive to Corey's house. BAD idea! Wrestling matches over car seats aren't very effective, but they are kind of fun. (This is like attempt #145 at the end of the night, he might have suceeded this time, but he reached through the headrest, duh). Luckily, Corey wasn't home, so I didn't have to deal with 2 guys trying to kill me in the same night, at least not that night. The next night, on the other hand, I was not so lucky. Shane, Corey, and I in a room is hazardous to my health. (Me between the two of them...I look like I'm going to puke. This is a terrible picture of me). Don't get me wrong, I can totally defend myself and I'm not afraid of either guy, but them together is a little, how do I put this….disheartening. I was not in the mood to take on either guy, luckily it was mostly a verbal fight that night. That, I will take on any day, anytime. (Ok, maybe it wasn't all verbal. This may or may not have been a picture in the middle of a pillow fight). Anyways…that's the story. We're both still alive and we live in different states, so it's all ok, at least until he comes to town again, j/k Shane…you know I like you, ok maybe not like, but tolerate. Only good friends get to see the Numa Numa Dance afterall, and you freakin' recorded it. BOOOO….that's blackmail, buddy (especially since I'm pretty sure I'm dressed like a skank in it, lovely). By the way, I am NOT putting the one from Lex's bday on YouTube no matter how badly Lex wants that other pic. off of Facebook.

I Am Dr. Pepper....

(So this is from my Myspace page, and yes, it's supposed to be funny, don't take it too seriously. This happened a while ago).
So this little blog is about me. You're probably bored already. I have an, um, serious attraction to Dr. Pepper. I'm not addicted or anything, I just really like the stuff.

I tend to be a pretty aggressive person. I grew up with three older brothers. It was essential to my survival to learn to be aggressive. I don't think I would have made it through childhood with brothers if I hadn't learned how to be aggressive (note: that grammar sounds funny, the caffeine from earlier today is wearing off, I'm really, really tired, oh well). Well, yesterday my friend and I had a discussion in which she compared me to Dr. Pepper. She said, I'm "like an extra shot of caffeine in life, [I] need to be taken responsibly. [I am] like extra strength Dr. Pepper." Let me translate...I'm really aggressive and intense. Most guys can't handle me. I tend to bait, argue with, and tease guys just to see if they can keep up with me. I like a challenge, it makes life interesting. Most of them can't. I have found a few (very few) who actually have been able to keep up with me, and I've been impressed. There are a few guys I'm still testing. We'll see how they do. Good luck to them, they're going to need it. Of course, if they pass the test, the rewards are endless…

Apparently, I need a warning label on me. In today's discussion, my friend said referring to me, "don't drink before driving or any strenuous activity." ;-) I'm definitely not for the faint of heart. Oh, and If you do choose to drink, "drink responsibly." Can you handle me?!
P.S. No, I'm still not drinking coffee or alcohol. I haven't changed that much, friends.

Writing before 10am is a bad idea for me....

So...I got up at 4:30am to take my roommate to the airport which is fine and all, but I think I've had WAY too much DP (Dr. Pepper for those who don't know what DP stands for) and now I'm a bit wired and a tad bit sick, so I decided to write this and obviously create long run-on sentences in the process....ha. I think I went to bed after 1am too. Ouch! The danger of having this blog is that it's free to the public eye now...so I will have to use my nicknames for everyone that I want to talk about and not name. So for those who don't know what I'm referring to, you'll just have to see my nicknames list on Myspace under my blogs there. That is, if you are cool enough to be my friend on there :-P. I would just copy and paste my blogs from there, but like I said, that's far too dangerous for the public to have free access to. I'm not sure any of this is going to make sense, but let's be honest...I may not EVER make sense. I write like I talk (so read with heavy emphasis on the sarcasm, I'm good at it) and if you don't know me well, you'll probably be offended by my somewhat blunt manner. Sorry, but not really. Hence, the title "Did I Say That Out Loud?!?" That's my theme line!!! I say that a lot, because most of what I say probably shouldn't be said out loud, unfortunately. I've changed A LOT in the past year and in the process have come to care less and less about what people think, which is good and bad in different ways. Despite what I may write on here...I do actually have a heart and I'm really a compassionate and very empathetic (very different from sympathetic) person, but you may never see that side of me...unless you're my patient, of course (I'm in nursing school). Maybe that's why I'm like this all the time because the time that I spend in the hospital I'm so emotionally involved and so serious that the rest of the time I don't really want to be....then again, maybe not. I have no idea. It's entirely too early to be contemplating deep thoughts like that. Seriously....writing anything before 10am (but especially before 7am, which it is) and after 12am is a really bad idea for me even though I'm very much a night person. I know this by experience. So if this makes no sense, well, I'm sorry, but not really. I think I said that already, ok...I'm going back to bed...good grief.