Feast or a famine.

Everything seems to be happening at once in my usually stale life! It is enough to make any girls head spin!

After what seemed like months and months of ‘it’s ages away!’ all of a sudden October is here! Which means in two weeks I leave the family nest to live in Sale for four weeks, AND I find out if any hospital is willing to employ me next year. Major EEPS!

I am ridiculously excited about Sale. I have travelled before, but have never had to worry about my next meal or even where I am going to sleep at night. While I do have accommodation sorted for Sale, I do not know how to cook to save myself, so this is going to be a rapid and steep learning curve for missy moo here! I am quite determined to cook my own dinner every night, no takeaway, no microwave meals. I am 23 years old, it is time I learn to fend for myself. Obviously I will have to get to know a washing machine as well. I have used plenty of laundromats so hopefully this one shouldn’t be tooooo bad! It is all good preparation for next year, when I intend to permanently move out.

In the meantime though, now that October has hit, I feel like I have a million things I need to do in the next two weeks, and a million things distracting me from doing any of them! I seem to spend my days sitting around doing nothing but play a very stupid but very addictive game on my iPhone, then talking to people on Facebook way past my bedtime, and therefore getting up late and repeating the cycle! Argh! I have also had a recent social life explosion, and seem to be going out sooo much (to other people’s standards it is probably pretty average!). At least I am dragging myself of to the gym, so that is something, although todays effort was a bit lacklustre due to severe sciatic evilness.

I still have to finish my last assignment, organise all the stuff I need to take with me, not to mention complete a never-ending to do list of stuff, including sending off my application for registration as a nurse. MAJOR ARGHHHHHH!

I suppose I should stop complaining about it and just get on with it, and also remember, that it is not going to get any easier next year when I add full-time work to my schedule! Woo!

Over and out, hombres!

xx

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Dancing 101.

At the end of this year I will finish my studies and will officially be a nurse. Scary thought, considering in the simulation activity today at uni I not only killed my patient by shocking him with the defib without knowing whether or not he was in a shockable rhythm, I also hypothetically electrocuted my two fellow nurses. Awesome. I am going to be a great nurse.

Anyway, that is so boring. What is more exciting is that some cool students decided to organise a nursing ball! Woo! We will be theĀ first graduating group of the new course (aka new CRAP course) so it is well worth celebrating! We made it! Huzzah! We are amazing!

 

Swoooon...

 

However, it did make me think of something.

So far in my short and uneventful life, I have been to several ‘formal’ events. Four cousins have gotten married. I have been guests at two debutanteĀ balls. I have been to three high school formals. And I have never had a date for any of them. (Well unless you count the year 10 formal at our brother school, my friend PAID [oh the shame!] her friend to take me because she really wanted me to come too, everyone else was. How embarrassing!). So anyway, besides that particular event, in which a guy I didn’t really know took me to a formal just so I could dance with my girlfriends, I have never had the opportunity to take a plus one.

I know that no woman should let herself be defined by the fact she has a man in her life, and for the record, I am very happy being single, and would probably be just as equally happy in a relationship: it doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. But I do feel a bit forlorn at the fact that once again I will be riding solo. I know half of my extended family think I am a wee bit weird because I never have a boyfriend. Not that I care about their opinion, I barely see them anyway. But I sometimes wonder, am I weird? -shrugs-

Oh well. I will just drink all the free grog, get absolutely shiggered, and have an awesome time!

xx