rejection, part I

rejection sucks.  no matter how much you think you didn't want it.

i got rejected from my first nursing application.  it wasn't my top choice, but it's still a bit of a downer. 



dear cu, you're a debbie downer.
love, claire
ps.  you have an ugly campus.

just keep brushing just keep brushing!

i know i should be studying right now, as my exam is at 130, which is in about 1 hour and 20 minutes, but they say you shouldn't study just before anexam anyways, because you get too stressed.  well.  they are correct.  but i was stressed yesterday.  and the day before.  and even last week.

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i just want my sissy (you should know that i like to call her sissy) to know that sometimes i have teeth nightmares too. 

here's how my teeth nightmare usually goes:

i'm brushing my teeth (because i love to brush my teeth, even in real life), and i'm brushing and brushing, and suddenly, i feel a tooth with my toothbrush that seems to be a little loose.
hmmm.
oh well!
keep on brushing, keep on brushing (like the swimming song from finding nemo)
and then the loose tooth falls out.
oh well!
still brushing!
and then another one comes loose and falls out.
and another.
and another and another.
and then they are all.  gone.
and i keep on brushing and brushing my non-teeth.  my gums.  i keep brushing my gums like nothing even happened.

scary, eh?

well, my nightmare is a nightmare because in real life i am very horrified by the thought of losing my "grown up" teeth.  i would be very sad, and incomplete if i lost a tooth.  so my dream is a nightmare because i don't even care that my teeth are falling out!

it's also a nightmare because every time i have this teeth nightmare, which is every few months or so, i would say, every time i have this dream, i wake up with my face covered in drool. 

the end.


inspired haiku of the day:

i love having teeth
they crunch on yummy things: food
never lose your teeth!

(red for my sissy's teeth that bleed)

apparantly not winter or summer or spring.

a while ago i had to go to the dentist.  since my dentist is still in saratoga - no, he hasn't followed me to laramie, yet, like i keep asking - i drove over the mountain.  on the way back i took a bunch of Photos! 
TAAA DAAAAAAA!

 when i was on the top of the mountain, it looked like this and i had to drive verrrry slowly because i was sliding all over.  also i had to stop at least 3 times to wipe off my windshield wipers because they kept freezing.

also.  haiku of the day:

i applied to school

my nursing schools, that is.

you think i'll get in?

blog stats

sometimes i like to look at my blog stats.  i finished my homework tonight  (for once!  yesss!)  and so was just messing around on my recently re-vamped blog (didn't you notice the one tab?  DUH)  and i found some key words that have been used in like google search or something, that led here.
look what i found!

apparantly i am the one you should turn to if you need to know how to tell whether your goldfish is pregnant.  i'll get right on that.  although, usually you can tell if someone is pregnant:
A.  by their baby bump
B.  by using a pregnancy test
C.  both of these:

let me know if your goldfish has a baby bump, or if a pee stick works better.

the purpose of a blog

i keep reading these blogs - or, ok, blog - that go on and on about how blogs are for self-involved, narcissistic people who talk about nothing but themselves.  (these are blogs (blog) that talk about themselves and what they do every day and what they think about random things.)

DUH.

why would you have a blog that talked about other people's opinions and other people's lives and other people's whatever?  you wouldn't.

i don't expect my blog to go viral any time soon.  i don't expect everyone who comes across my little bloggie to be captured by my every word. 

i like to write.  i like to write about things.  i like to write about my opinions and my life, because it lets me sort things out, laugh at them, or cry at them, or whatever. 

we live in a world of technology and transportation and toast (toast, because it was a t word, and 3 t's seemed like a good idea).  we live far away from our families.  like either 10 minutes, or 10 hours, depending on the particular piece of family.  we are all busy and we don't have time to email or call or drive home every day to tell everyone about every single thing that has happened to us.  but that doesn't mean we don't want anyone to know, or that no one wants to know.  hence:  the blog.  convenient updates for the writer, and convenient updates for the reader.  win.  win. 

so shut up, you bloggers, who are blogging about yourself, but don't like the other ones with blogs who blog about themselves.  don't read it if you don't like it!  it's so easy!

evidence of my narcissism

haiku of the day

no one likes texas

but san antonio's nice

nursing school's fun!