the Macy's day parade getting Rick Rolled. My second favorite part, catching my mom humming the song days after...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
This reminds me of...
the legitimate fight Jesse and I had over sharing chicken nuggets. I was the victim, by the way.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Try a little tenderness.
I remember the first time I ever listened to song lyrics (in a poetic way) - it was to 10,000 Maniac's song, "Eden", when I was around 12 or 13.
Since some of my biggest critics and saying this is too much of a VLOG (video blog), so I thought I would post a little tenderness.
We are the roses in the garden,
beauty with thorns among our leaves.
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed.
What is the reason for having roses
when your blood is shed carelessly?
It must be for something more than vanity.
Believe me, the truth is we're not honest,
not the people that we dream.
We're not as close as we could be.
Willing to grow but rains are shallow.
Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land,
we will be.
Waiting for the light arisen
to flood inside the prison.
And in that time kind words
alone will teach us,
no bitterness will reach us.
Reason will be guided another way.
All in time,
but the clock is another demon that
devours our time in Eden,
in our Paradise.
Will our eyes see well beneath us,
flowers all divine?
Is there still time?
If we wake and discover
in life a precious love,
will that waking become more heavenly?
Since some of my biggest critics and saying this is too much of a VLOG (video blog), so I thought I would post a little tenderness.
We are the roses in the garden,
beauty with thorns among our leaves.
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed.
What is the reason for having roses
when your blood is shed carelessly?
It must be for something more than vanity.
Believe me, the truth is we're not honest,
not the people that we dream.
We're not as close as we could be.
Willing to grow but rains are shallow.
Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land,
we will be.
Waiting for the light arisen
to flood inside the prison.
And in that time kind words
alone will teach us,
no bitterness will reach us.
Reason will be guided another way.
All in time,
but the clock is another demon that
devours our time in Eden,
in our Paradise.
Will our eyes see well beneath us,
flowers all divine?
Is there still time?
If we wake and discover
in life a precious love,
will that waking become more heavenly?
Monday, November 17, 2008
Apologies
The author of this blog offers her condolences regarding the lack of postings. She is currently undergoing a mental breakdown (thanks nursing school and its affiliates) and will be back once this fall quarter is completed.
In the meantime, enjoy my favorite 2008 election memory:
Doesn't this teacher deserve a raise??
In the meantime, enjoy my favorite 2008 election memory:
Doesn't this teacher deserve a raise??
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
I've already said this 10 times this morning
THE STUDENT NURSE'S PRAYER
Lord: I know we go through this every day
but please give me the knowledge
as to why I actually wanted to go to nursing school.
Lord, give me the strength to make it through
those boring three hour lectures without falling asleep.
Lord, please give me the patience
to make it through twelve hour clinicals with instructors
that can't just give you the right answer
and on the same note,
give the nurses the ability to remember
what it was like to be a student
and give us just a little more respect.
Lord, give me the endurance to read all the assigned readings
and be able to remember it when I am taking a test
with four right answers.
Lord, give my family and friends
the ability to realize I really am on the edge of insanity.
Finally, Lord, give me the vision to see that one day
I will be a real nurse
and I will never have to wear this ugly uniform again.
Lord: I know we go through this every day
but please give me the knowledge
as to why I actually wanted to go to nursing school.
Lord, give me the strength to make it through
those boring three hour lectures without falling asleep.
Lord, please give me the patience
to make it through twelve hour clinicals with instructors
that can't just give you the right answer
and on the same note,
give the nurses the ability to remember
what it was like to be a student
and give us just a little more respect.
Lord, give me the endurance to read all the assigned readings
and be able to remember it when I am taking a test
with four right answers.
Lord, give my family and friends
the ability to realize I really am on the edge of insanity.
Finally, Lord, give me the vision to see that one day
I will be a real nurse
and I will never have to wear this ugly uniform again.
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