22, senior in College. Way too cool to sum up in a few words inside this box. :]
(NOT) Naked Niko
Had what is likely my last shift with DEMS Sat. night. I almost white-clouded my entire Senior year…but then a multi-pt. intox. Great. Split the crew, rather uneventful. Although my pt. was incredibly polite. “I don’t think I need to go to the infirmary, I feel fine and I think I could just go back to my room, but I understand if you need to take me.” Ha, like that’ll EVER happen again. Oh, the IPD lost a pt. also… just disappeared out from under their noses. We still suspect she’s running around our creepy old infirmary somewhere. I guess we’ll never know for sure.
I found the percussion/drumline mp3 of my senior year show from high school. it was a Cuban themed show hence the groove-ish, south american style writing. enjoy.
Amazing how one actually DOES feel better once the sun comes up.
License lapsed. I need to fix that but it’s low on the priority list. Wish I wasn’t a soil. Fuck.
Completely disinclined to do ANY work whatsoever. Seriously, I have a little two pager (and a slightly longer 9 pager) due tomorrow. I still haven’t started. It’s already tomorrow. WTH is wrong with me? I thought I already had senioritis. I didn’t think it could get WORSE.
