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I start clinicals up again on Wednesday at Fairview Hospital. I have already endured two rotations so one would think I’d have gotten used to it by now. For some reason I keep experiencing a feeling of impending doom. I don’t know if it’s because I am going to be at a new hospital or what. I can’t even enjoy my last few days of freedom because all I think about every ten minutes is how absolutely AWFUL wednesday is going to be. Unfortunately, I was never destined to be one of those really enthusiastic *ohmygodifuckingloveclinical* nursing students. And they are out there. I have met them. They baffle me.

I am truly HORRIFIED.

Hopefully I can get my shit together by Wednesday. Perhaps some therapeutic shopping is in order.

I’ve got a hunch that my statistics class may just end up being my easiest course this semester. Which is surprising, really…considering my poor math skills. My instructor seems pretty laid back and he has a neat accent (which I cannot yet pinpoint) which makes his lecture a lot easier to listen to. I am killing time here, so bear with my redundancy. I’d really love to know when my school refund check is coming in the mail considering I’ve got a 3,000 dollar credit card to pay off. In addition to my normal bills, I am really itching for a small GPS system for my car and a new desktop computer. Kyle is against the purchase of both but I am trying to convince him of my legitimate needs for both items. The GPS would help me stop having anxiety attacks while driving, and the computer–well, mine is just about dead. I think it has computer AIDS. I am a walking electronic nightmare. I kill computers and cell phones all the time. It’s just what I do. I kill things. Mice, cell phones, cars, laptops, t.v. remotes, vacuum cleaners…

Off to my last class of the day.

It took an hour and fifteen minutes for me to drive to my clinical site this morning. Luckily–it looks like it’s going to be a lot nicer than the last hospital I was at. Honestly though—every morning I wake up, think about nursing and want to crawl in a hole and die. What did I get myself into? Come on, Katelyn.

Kyle and I took a few pictures so we could get prints and frame them. Slowly but surely we’ve been accumulating artwork for the walls. Our last project was to create a “family collage” featuring photos of the two of us and our animals. Because we are a gay married couple. Some of them turned out alright so I thought I’d feature them here. There are a few thrown in from there from Karaoke night at Bumper’s. Nothing beats a good old fashioned dive bar. Anyway–soon I will be way too busy for good photo posts. Sorry, I am turning into one of those freaks who takes pictures of their animals all the time. So here we go.

(Here we were doing our best imitation of drunk highschool facebook photos…)

I just updated my “about” section because I definitely just realized that I’m no longer 21 years old. Nor am I still a sophomore nursing student.

I purchased some more art today for our naked apartment walls along with a full length mirror. I was getting sick of standing on chairs in front of the bathroom (or worse, Kyle’s glass gun cabinet…yes, I’ve so done it.) to see how my shoes looked with pants/skirt/etc. Time to go make some chickennnnnnnnnn.

PS—congratulations to Kalen and Billy on their wedding!!

I bought (well…I should say, Kyle bought) a giant Marilyn Monroe photograph for the dining area today. Our walls are still really quite naked and I couldn’t resist the $19.99 price tag. I love me some Marilyn. I also got another framed/matted photo (also black and white) of the Moulin Rouge in France, and I think they will look really nice together. I made a new friend—she lives across the hall from us. We had been running into one another and our dogs would play, but last night we ended up touring one another’s apartments. I realized just how HORRIBLE of a decorator I am, and she sweetly offered to help me rearrange the furniture later this week. I really like her, I think I may just have the perfect new wine buddy. We’ll see…

I’m jealous. I want to be someone’s fiance.

PS–A confession: This entry was really an effort to distract myself from STUFFING my face, as weigh-in day is tomorrow. Rawr. Such a silly life I live.

This morning something really strange and unsettling occurred. Usually the routine goes as follows:

Kyle gets up for work, I let dog out, I go back to bed, Kyle feeds cats…then leaves. Right after I crawled back into bed this morning, my cat Escobar started acting like a total maniac and kept running all up and down the bed. He finally lays down on my legs, and I started to feel very warm. He fucking peed on me. In my bed.

I have no idea why…he has never done that before, and my head almost exploded. Yuck. Gross. WHY. I’m thinking maybe he was trying to tell me to A) pay more attention to him and less attention to puppy or B) clean the litter box. So I did both.

Anyway—I had another horse show on Sunday and I won two ribbons (1st and 2nd) in the jumping classes. Unfortunately, the judge was on some serious crack for the other classes–and picked ugly weird horses over Tam and I. But I go for fun, not to win so I really didn’t mind. We got there early to help set up, and left way late after cleaning up. Long day, but fun. Rupert had a blast, he was definitely a hit.

School starts in 5 days and I could not possibly dread it more. I seriously *hate* clinicals. I can sit in a lecture for hours and hours, but clinicals make me suicidal.

Anyway, I have to go finish cleaning up the house a bit and then I am off to get my hurrr did.

Rupert just puked all over my brand new yellow sweatpants.

*pulls out hair*

Rupert and I have been bored. Can you tell?

Kyle was doing his “angry eyes” there…

Lastly,..we had a little visitor outside of our apartment window this afternoon. It was pretty cute, she spent like 10 minutes ransacking the neighbors bird feeder.

I cannot fathom the idea that school begins again in two weeks. Seriously. Kill me. I keep thinking that if I weren’t in nursing, and “school” just meant sitting in a classroom, how much more I’d enjoy my life. But no. “School” means being awkward and scary and treating patients and waking up at 4:00 a.m. AHHHHH.

Kyle took me to Victoria’s Secret yesterday and bought me the sweatsuit (and a shirt) that I wanted so badly. After my huge bread/carbohydrate binge last night though, I’ll be surprised if I can get in it without busting the seams. *Pulls out hair*

Moving right along…we left Rupert home alone for like 6 hours last night while we went out with my parents. I was really nervous and felt guilty, but he was such a good boy and didn’t even pee in his cage. Now if only he would stop waking me up at night…

Off to shower/clean up the house.

Hope I don’t offend anyone here.

The landscapers that are SUPPOSED to be tending to the apartment complex are outside of my window and I have been watching them taunt children for over 30 minutes. Seriously. We are right up against a cemetery, and I guess there are kids running around on the other side of the fence and these guys have been leaning up against the fence *whistling* at them. And then they gave me the creepy-eye when I went to throw away Rupert’s poop in the dumpster. Seriously. Do your job please.