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Teething Bites

Okay, so in my CNA class, they tell us that those who you care for are in their second childhood. Many of the things that they learned to do, they can no longer do. I have found that I'm somewhat in that second babyhood, as I teeth. The wisdom teeth kind. I actually usually really like the feeling (I guess I'm a masochist, because I like the feeling of hypodermic needles too), but today it hurts. I think the reason it hurts today is because I have a canker sore right next to the excavation site (or more exhumation site I suppose), and that's somewhat painful. I don't want to get them out though. Because then I'd miss school and/or work. My hope is that I can hold out until Christmas of my first year in college. Because then I will not have a job and I will not be in school. Whether that happens or not, I know not. It's only one side that has ever hurt, and I enjoy chewing on hard stuff when they're coming in. I love the little shooty feeling. Once ag

Why do I like Joyce?

At my family reunion, my uncle asked me what I liked about James Joyce. Here's why: I only like some of his work. He's an intriguing man, who has some good things to say. Ulysses is nuts, Chambermusic is weird, and I have to admit, I find Finnegan's Wake incredibly hilarious, but I couldn't do with more than two lines at a time. But, awhile ago, I made this slide show about Dubliners, and I'll put it here: The interesting parody about the music I chose (I thought it fit very well), is that the group, Battlefield Band, all the members are actually Scottish.

What's up?

Well, first of all, everyone, I have no TB. Good news there, right? Yeah, I had a really weird red bump for my TB test, but I have been declared negative anyways. It's a little frightening that when you get them read, a lady comes into the waiting room, brushes her finger over your arm and then hands you an already printed out sheet that says you're negative. It wasn't THAT big ever though. Probably like 1.5 cm in diameter at the largest point. Anyways, what's going on in CNA school? Well, I can now take blood pressure, pulse and respiratory rate can TECHNICALLY take temperature, make and change sheets in an occupied bed, catch falling people without injuring myself regardless of weight, can roll people over to any desired position, can assist with Passive Range of Motion exercises, can put a bedpan under somebody even if they cannot lift their hiney, can care for ostomy bags and catheters, give bed baths, know how to clean the gender-determining parts of either gender,

I blame Katherine Heigl

So what did she do to me? Let me explain. So, on Monday, Beth, Carol and I begin our class. Our CNA class. Yes, we're going to be Certified Nurses' Assistants. Fun times. Anyways, I was searching out our uniforms: light blue scrubs and white sport shoes. Why is this a problem? If you google for medical apparel stores in Seattle, you will not find any very easily. Why? It's Katherine Heigl's fault. Why? She just had to star in a medical drama that takes place in Seattle, and then (to make everything worse) she is releasing her own line of...wait for it...fashion scrubs. No. I'm not even kidding. So, all I find are articles about this fashion line of Izzie Stephens Scrubs or whatever. To make it even worse, what is the line called but Seattle (well...one part of the line). Curse you Katherine Heigl! By wanting to make life more "fashionable" for women in healthcare, you have made my life more difficult. When I become an RN (not if...when), I dou

My First Feature Film

I'm learning. But here is my first feature film. Yes, the dorky smiles are on purpose. Why did I pick this topic? I currently don't have a sound-capture camera, so I'm doing something that doesn't need it. I can capture sound, and I can capture film, but not the two at the same time. Maybe I'll try something with synchronization, I don't know.

Why do I always get stuck with the conspiracy theories?

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So, I've been working on my extended essay. That's my big, huge, macho, large essay that I have to finish for my IB diploma, and it also doubles as my culminating project, meaning I get to graduate from high school. So...I've been reading a lot of websites and books and whatnaught. My guiding question for my essay is as follows (we can pick any subject, any topic): "To what extent, if any, did the hemophilic status of Czarevitch Alexei Nikolaevitch Romanov effect the outbreak and outcome of the Russian Revolution of 1917?" It's a history topic, by the way. So, while I've been researching, I've realized that I always get stuck in places of research with ridiculous conspiracy theories. This one lived, that one lived, they were all saved by random aliens, Rasputin was a nice guy (yeah right). Et cetera. I think my favorite one that I found was a website where they were putting out all the most random garbage about how Rasputin was a nice guy who made

I'm Back...sort of

So, I've been trying to think of something to update with and I just haven't had the will-power. I was going to put the pictures I promised, but I don't have any clue what mom did with them. I was going to update with the Scotland thing, but it's missing something and I don't know what. Well, I don't know what to update even now, but at least I'll give you a reason why. I'm going to write about the reunion, but I don't feel like it at the moment. Isn't this just sad? Anyways...umm... Well, last night, Caleb, Sam, Carol and I stayed up and watched literally THE WORST MOVIE of all time. It actually has won an award saying as such. It's the #5 worst movie of 2005 technically. It's called, "Stealth." Don't worry, we didn't spend any money on it. It came from the library. Even if it were not completely and in all ways cliche, it also had antics involved by several characters that would have the US Navy in serious t