Diary of a Fickle White Woman

I had that stupid beyond stupid (does that even make sense?) TEAS exam today. It was SO stupid. Oh wait, I said that already, didn't I? I studied all week and stressed about it all week and may or may not have broke down in tears yesterday. Twice. I was totally prepared to come home, tears in my eyes, and write a post that I had already written in my mind about how I failed the exam and have no clue where my life is headed and beg people to find me a job in a handful of different states I'd be willing to live in, & was obviously just being the biggest Negative Nelly you've ever met. Which is so not me. I took the exam at 12:30 and was finished by 2:45. It was hard. Significantly harder than the exam I busted my ass for last March. The study manual for the science section was a waste-- the exam was A LOT more detailed than the manual. Since I had already convinced myself that I was going to fail and my life was over and I've wasted two years and I might as well down

Disappear that is. It's become a terrible habit! And I'm really sick of doing posts that cover the past couple of weeks in bullet points, but that's what happens when you don't write about it as it happens! So here's a little update; I have real posts in the works, but, let's be honest, there's no tellin' when those will be finished. My last day of work with the family I did not connect with was a couple of weeks ago and I have already noticed how much stress it took off my shoulders and how much happier I am. I started with a new family last week, but I'm only working for them 10 hours a week. I'm hoping to find another 10-15 hours of work in some way, shape, or form somewhere, but I've been pretty busy lately, so maybe it's for the better. Although my bank account would disagree... I joined a new weight-loss program a couple of weeks ago and officially began a week ago. I'm going to write a post about it, but I've already notic

First off, I tried writing this post last night and for the past hour and the only letters blogger would let me type were s r i o f and turned the g into a 6. So weird. Also, I should clarify, on my last post where I vented about the stupid roadblocks I keep encountering as I try to get into nursing school, I DO plan on cramming for the TEAS exam and taking it January 28 and, assuming I pass, finish my application to the program that is due February 1. I'm not giving up just because of the bs I keep encountering, but I likely will be looking for a job and relocating if I do not get into the program (or pass the exam). My mom caught up on my blog last night and left a message in the comments for all you sweet people who sent prayers and good vibes her way when she had surgery. Her surgery went well & she's been recovering nicely with very little pain. The doc put 8 pins & 2 metal plates in her foot, removed a neuroma & bone spur, and fused her big toe. Here's wha

I just got word that the TEAS exam I busted my ass for last spring won't count for the TEAS requirement for the nursing program I just applied to. I have to take a newer version by February 1. Had I not inquired about this last fall, I'd smack myself, but I did and specifically asked if they would accept those scores, and they never told me they wouldn't. I am beyond frustrated with all the effing obstacles I've encountered on my pursuit to get into nursing school. I'm asking this seriously, who can help me get a job in either Florida, Hawaii, or California? If things don't pan out with this program, I'll be moving to one of the aforementioned states and working for a while & trying to figure out my life. I can't keep doing what I've been doing for over a year and a half with no results. In good news, I'm leaving in a hour to pick up my best friend from the airport. I haven't seen her since October 2009 and I'm so excited I could pee

When I started blogging, never did I imagine the friendships I'd develop with people around the country. I really do enjoy getting to know new people and communicate with them on a regular basis. I'm sure all my real life friends who don't blog think I'm a freak because I talk about these people I've never met as if they are my long lost sisters, but, like I said, they don't blog, so how could they possibly get it? There I go again, speaking incoherently. I have SO MANY friends that I'd love to give big, giant squeezes to sooner, rather than later, but, unfortunately, I've thus far only met one. And boy, is she a good one. In case you forgot, I went to NYC with a total "stranger" Rosh back in November. While walking down 5th Ave one day, we were lured into Lindt Chocolatier by a lady with candy. Dark chocolate peppermint truffles, to be exact. I firmly believe that a piece of chocolate everyday keeps the bitchiness away, but I refrained fro

... because I just applied to nursing school & Sarah Palin reads my blog, so, really, nothing's going to bring me down today. Yes, you read that correctly, I sent off my application to nursing school with the click of a button a few hours ago & now I will be fuh-reaking out for the rest of eternity. Or until my letter comes, which ever happens first. The application was kind of funny & I was worried I'd answer the question wrong. It's a Christian university and some things the application asked were, "Do you except Jesus Christ as your Savior?" "Do you agree to refrain from immoral activities, such as cheating and lying?" and of course I said yes to both of those, without hesitating. But I got a little tripped up on the question about refraining from premarital sex & substance abuse. Obviously I've thus far committed to abstinence, but I've never been in love, so that's been easy. What if I fall in love within the next 2 years

I've been so horrible about blogging lately, as I'm sure you've noticed (or not, I highly doubt you sit at your computer hitting refresh 100 times a day praying to the Good Lord that I've thrown up some fantastically crappy post. Or maybe you do. Creepy). I haven't written much, read much, commented much, or replied to comments much. I really have no reason, either, I've just not been feeling it, I suppose. I've kind of gotten to the point where I'm like, "honestly, do people really care about what I say?" Sure, I could tell you about my nights out with my girlfriends, but first of all, it'd be the cliffsnotes version without all the awesome details because I cannot out my girls like that, and second of all, do you really care? Is any of this even making sense? I know I say I blog for me, and I do, but I also know people read what I write, and if I'm going to have an audience, I'd rather them be entertained, and if I think what I