Hand-me-down flip flops
Hand-me-down socks

So basically the consensus is that e'ryone is going crazy. Chris is wishing death on people. Stacey is going postal. Ginger is pulling guns on people. I, too, would like to be on the boat. I'm good at stealing stuff.

Not much really going on, besides work, school, and clinicals e'ry fucking day. I did get called off work today though. Which was really nice, except for the fact that instead of sleeping or playing outside or doing something that I totally deserve, I cleaned out my closet and all my drawers. I didn't get to do my planned spring cleaning during break since I was in Texas, so I felt really guilty. So now I have 3 huge bags of shit that I am going to take to goodwill. Oh Liz, I found that blue sweater that you let me wear while you were here. I'll get around to mailing it to you sometime soon, even though you probably don't need a sweater. But it will give me an excuse to send you stuff! Oh uh did you ever get puggy back?

Went to Denny's last night with Ginger. We decided not to go out this weekend. Of all the times she has gotten us into a fight at Harpole's, I never would've thought she would try to punk somebody out at the Denny's. So we are sitting in our booth and this girl walks in wearing something very unflattering for her shape and size, and of course Ginger makes a comment to me about it. The girl walks by and sits behind Ginger with some 19 year old Denny's regulars. I didn't get a chance to see her face. So we get our food and we start eating. This girl starts talking really loudly about recently making out with some guy that asked her to spit in his mouth. And then they kept talking about spit and sputum and stuff that I didn't want to hear while I was eating eggs. Fair enough, right? So I pleasantly and jokingly say, dude that's gross, quit with the spit, we're eating. The bitch says, we'll you can move. OOHHHH NO, YOU DID NOT. Ginger goes crazy. The girl turns around. It's Nicki Lenko (sp?). I fell out, but then gethered myself and calmed Ginger down. Wow has she let herself go.

Clinicals right now are pretty awesome. I am doing them at the HIV/AIDS clinic that Nick used to work at. I love it. One bad thing... The nurse practitioner that I am following keeps referring to me as Paris, because he thinks that I look like Paris Hilton. NO. One one more bad thing...It's in Henderson and I FUCKING HATE bridges. I'm doing pretty good though. I have only freaked out once so far. And that was because it was rush hour and raining and I was surrounded by semi-trucks. And by freaking out, I mean, I couldn't breathe, I was having heart palpitations, sweating profusely, and crying like a fucking pussy.

I came home from work the other night around 8pm. As soon as I walk in, I smell smoke..not cigarette smoke, not pot smoke, but fire smoke. So Dad is standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter, staring at the microwave. Hey Dad what are you doing? Dad: Cooking me some food. I look in the microwave...It's on, but there is nothing in it and it is counting down from 49 minutes. Dad what the hell are you doing, there isn't anything in it! Dad: Oh then I don't know what I'm doing. What the hell! Dad let me make you something to eat, what do you want? Dad: Nothing, I'm never eating again! Ever! Whatever.

Hung out with Brian and Eli tonight. They are doing well. Just in case you were worried. They turn 21 in July, I think. Party time.

Had my apartment search narrowed down to one, but now I have found like 5 more that I like. I cannot wait to get out of this fucking house. I could straight up piss all over myself. I keep on having nightmares that my dad accidentally burns the house down while im asleep in my room. Why you say? Hhmm...because my dad leaves the microwave on for 2 hours with nothing in it, leaves the stove on, falls asleep with a newly lit cigarette in his hand. Anwway, my apartment is going to rock out.

Ordered my cap, gown, tassel, announcements, gold seal stickers, and my graduation pictures. The pictures turned out really well and I ordered a shit load, so when they get in, I'll send 5 to all of you so you can give them to your family and freinds.

Decided that I am going to eat and live off of Subway for the rest of my life. I love Subway. I love Southwest sauce. Mhhmmm. OK now im fucking hungry and its 2 am. Fuck.

This update dedicated to the Remorseless Blog. It's in a better place now. May it rest in peace.