What is the film industry coming to?

I cannot believe that I actually watched Jackass 2. I cannot believe the amount of stupidity combined all into the span of approximately an hour (but felt longer). I got so riled up after watching that movie. It makes me angry because they have medics on site for their stupidity...when these medics can be taking care of people that truly and honestly respect the care that they are receiving. Anyone who desires to put a leech on their own eyeball does not deserve specified medical attention...unless it is a psychiatrist.

But I am only one person out of billions...and when it comes to nursing I have learned that bias and assumptions are not allowed. We're there to help the client regain independance and a state of well-being: be that what it may. So many ethical issues at hand.

Speaking of ethics, the only reason I have time right now to rant about Jackass is because I'm waiting for a 32 page code of ethics to print out. We have to digest all of this information so that somehow, someday when we encounter a diverse, morally unethical dilemma, we can be trusted to make the choice that is in the client's best interest. I hope that I can!

Midterms are coming up. I'm stressed, but not my usual amount. What the hee haw?

God's blessings to all of you in school right now because we're all in the same boat. Reading until our eyes fall out of our head...and apparently making flashcards *cough cough. Good luck peoples!

Stay in school, be cool...support the global economy.

I am NOT H-core

Required readings suck. so officially I am going to be broke. I have to photocopy pages upon pages of endless readings that all revolve around the same issues that are re-iterated in about a million different ways. How pathetic.

Oh well. Let's see what the World Health Organization has to say about the hierarchy of the nursing world in general.

And where on earth is my photocopying buddy. There is no way that I am going to be doing this all on my own. I'm bound to mess something up. You all know how good I am at photocopying.

This is a really good keyboard.

Lutheran or not Lutheran, that is the question

So I have come to the conclusion that spiritual growth is impossible whilst I remain in a church where the average age is...dead. I was sick and tired of always getting the 'second skimmings' (so to speak) of the Lutheran realm. We barely ever have a pastor--he always goes to the 'other' church--and I'm the only one who can see, hear, speak and walk. Therefore, I get voluntold to do just about everything. See, I wouldn't mind that so much...if the pastor could remember my name and stop criticizing my family.

There's just a lack of organization and vigour. It was to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I'm not the pastor of the church, so I refuse to take the responsibility for EVERYTHING when I've only been there for a week. I can't say that I've ever stepped into a church and found so many things...wrong with it.

So rather than continually whining and complaining and frowning and crying and screaming and pulling a little hairy hissy fit...I opened the yellow pages and went scouting for a new church. That's right. I went shopping.

I found myself completely excluding every name that had either LC-C or ELCIC after it. As it turns out, I found exactly what I was looking for: Redwood Alliance church. From the inside it looks so much like Bethel. There's even tables at the back that you can sit at during the service...and power point...and lots of volunteer oppurtunities that are bound to be much more organized and SAFE than something a Lutheran church in Thunder Bay could come up with...no offense (but when you start telling people that come off the street to not shoot up in the bathroom before you even get to know who they are...you're not displaying christian affection...mere judgemental human nature). So I'm through.

Maybe it's the saddest thing ever, maybe it's not. Being Lutheran is just falling under another denomination. I'm sick of caring so much about denominations. I just want some fellowship. That wasn't possible in a church where all they do is speak and never listen. A woman fell ill--and I mean ILL--and the pastor wouldn't even skip a beat.

It's typical for a virgo to be so critical. Forgive me. It's been a looooooooong week.

Back to my nursing 1450 work. The 'Therapeutic Nurse-Client Relationship'. Ohhhhh...my.

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Kakabekka Tired Irons

So what did I spend my time doing this Saturday? Sleeping and enjoying other peoples' company of course. That's what everyone should do on a Saturday.

Funny story...I slept until 1 in the afternoon--without a hang over. Oh for the love of all the things good and holy. I felt guilty alllllllllllllll day, believe me.

Anyhow. At three o'clock it was off to South (or was it North?) Gilles for a barbeque. However, Scott failed to disclose until just recently that the BBQ was being held by the president of the Kakabeka Tired Irons club. I had no idea that Scott spent his free time (moreso when he was younger) blinging up old tractors with his papa. What can't this boy do? Make-up and hair...yeah. That's it. Everything else he's got down to a basic science.

So...this person's house was amazing. First of all, South Gilles is in the middle of nowhere. So you can only imagine how many acres this person is entitled to use as he sees fit. I saw a pig with blue eyes! Imagine that!

I have never seen so many broken down ski-doos in my life. Scott and I are pretty sure we counted at least 40. And then he tried pushing me down the side of the cliff. At least that's what I told his mother when we got back. Of course it was a complete fabrication...but she half believed me. I'm terrible.

The agenda for next weekend: go quadding up some sort of mountain or something. He's gonna make a tomboy out of me yet. Am I ready for an event such as this? As long as he doesnt ask me to play baseball. I'd have to turn him down flat on that one.

Sara Browning

God is great. Do you know why? Because he isn't just some invisible force that we are made to be in awe of. He truly does exist in all the people that we are co-existing with (some a little bit more than others).

If you would have told me that this morning I would not have believed you. The only thing I believed was that God is a vicious child that likes to poke and prod and make things difficult so that at the end of the day he can see who the strongest are. My car is never working, my computer is...well we all know...my printer takes ten minutes to photocopy...what else?!!!

And then I get an email and a card from the most beautiful girl in the world, both inside and out. If you've ever met this girl before you'd already know who I was talking about. Sara Browning. No joke. The first time I met this girl I thought she looked like an angel. I never wanted to talk around her or to her or near her or hear her talk because in my heart of hearts I was convinced that she was in fact, a celestial being.

Well as it turns out Sara is in fact a mortal. I'm sure she feels it some days more than others.

She never ceases to make me feel like I am 'special' just because I'm...me. I can't explain it. I just wanted people to know that there are some really really really awesome people out there. So if you're ever in rush hour traffic and no one is cutting you any slack and giving you any means of getting into the lane you need; or some one slams a door in your face...or whatever...just remember that there are some people like Sara who are courteous drivers...and open doors for both the young and the elderly alike.

See, I open doors for the elderly, well I try. In the end I realize that they are ten time stronger than I and it ends up being a joint effort. I am pathetic.

I love my Sara.

If you like random...then read on

Okay, for all of you people out there who are 'outside of the loop'. There isn't really much of a loop. It's more of a squiggly line that never really meets up anywhere. That's why it's so easy to fall outside of it. Because technically, everywhere you stand could potentially be the outside. So don't feel bad...even I am outside of the loop. Pft. (pft is actually a noise that Amanda quite frequently likes to make. It is intended to be a sound in regards to 'oh bother' or 'bollocks' without all of the bolocks).

Anyhow...

That was a random bout of nothingness.

So...I have made a brilliant discovery. The library has five floors and the fourth one is the best. Nice scenery, a bunch of books that I could just pore over...and nursing students! H-core.

I got another piercing today. Oh for shame. Neal would poop his pants and call me a copy cat. And I would let him because it's probably true. Neal's my hero.

Can you believe that BOTH my degus are still alive?

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I really don't know what to say. It seems as if I don't have to write much on here anymore because all of my friends seem to know much more about my own life than I myself do. Congratulations.

More than ever I feel as if I am in the place that I am supposed to be. I feel free and I feel like I am on the road to somewhere that may just exted my current happiness. Trying to content myself with the daily monotonies and having a joyous time doing so.

The game plan for tonite:watching movies with Scott, his mom and probably his Nana. Who is this man? I suggest that people turn to the direct source before crying about it to bags of estrogen that have no clue as to what they are talking about.

Vince, I think that you gave me the best bday gift I could ever have. The chance to stop hurting you and to leave all of the Concordia gossip far far behind.