Fanfics and Other Writings

So I worked 148.5 hours of overtime last year. This has not led to me having a clean house and now I feel overwhelmed with trying to get everything in order. I also wasn't feeling very creative. I got very behind on replying to comments and haven't read any of the fic gifted to me in a long while. I'm trying to get better about balancing things, but it's difficult. I didn't pick up any overtime for about a month and that seems to have helped.

My washer broke last year and considering how old the washer and dryer were it was time to replace them. I got them financed and paid off a month early. Then my stove broke. It's old. It was my grandma's stove. I've been telling my dad for a few years that I thought it needed to be replaced. I was proud of paying off the washer and dryer early and was trying to decide what my next home project would be. One of the rooms needs new carpet, the pets have destroyed it, or replacing the stove. My dad was pushing for me to pull the carpet up and seeing what it would cost to refinish the hardwood floor underneath. Apparently my grandparents carpeted it because my grandpa's great dane gouged it so that sounds like it was going to be a project. Then the stove died in a drama filled fashion so that answers that question. I was cooking a steak while in my pj's because I worked that night. The stove gave an alarm that meant the electronics weren't working right. Then I realized that the oven door wasn't shutting all the way. Smoke started coming out of it and it seemed to be getting hotter. I got my steak out and tried several times to shut the oven off but it wouldn't shut off. There was a small fire that I'm not sure how I got out. I nearly call the emergency number. I called my dad while I was trying to pry it away from the wall. Thankfully he was working from home that day and could just walk up. I got it away from the wall and unplugged before he even got to my house. He looked at everything and was all why didn't you use the breaker box when I was scared to even leave the kitchen to crate the dogs. So we went downstairs and looked at the breaker box and yeah that's not labeled like it's supposed to be so he couldn't tell me which one was the stove for sure. The stove is till kinda in the middle of my kitchen. I've cleaned behind it. I was using my favorite oven mitt, which sadly got burned and had to be thrown away.

So I'm looking at stoves. I'm confused as to why they need to have a wi-fi or voice activated feature. I know I'm getting electric, but am not sure what kind of stove top I want. I've been encouraged by friends to get the cheapest one I can, but I have the money that was budgeted for the washer and dryer that I can use to pay off a stove so I think I'm going to shop around first before making a decision.

My internet isn’t working. I just found out that the landline was canceled yesterday and though I was assured that my internet would still work it isn’t. So I’m going to give them a call tomorrow and see what can be done, though I may just cancel it for a time. I can always use the library and my dad’s internet.

My brother and sister-in-law moved in with me to ‘their new house’ and I’m still sorting out my thoughts on this.

Oh the upside, despite the summer being rough and mostly consumed with sorting through my grandma’s things, confining my things to either my room or the basement and moving my brother’s family’s things in, I earned A’s in both my classes! I had only been at my current school two semester swhen I failed out of Nursing 1600 by 3 pts and this lowered my GPA enough that I was basically out of the Nursing Program. As soon as grades posted I was in their office seeing what could be done and they told me all the spots for fall were filled and I’d have to wait till spring. There was a way to work it so that either way starting this fall or spring I would finish up next fall. The program manager was out of the office till today so I signed up for some classes just in case she couldn’t do anything for me and then gave her a call after I got out of work today. She said I was second in the lottery and then asked me to go on hold. When she got back on she’d managed to find me a seat! I have to attend the class/lab at the campus that is farthest from my house but I’m in!

My grandma passed away today.

Today while deciding on what toys to let my 15 month old niece play with I offered her my Captain American action figure. She snagged him smiling, then kissed him, somehow managing to hit his lips and then handed him back to me with a satified look on her face. Her job clearly done she went back to glomping Stitch and finding an adventure for Sasquatch and Aurora (from Alpha Flight).

I didn't pass my 1600 class by 3pts or if you want to get really exact .7%. At this point it looks like I can readmit and get put into a lottery and will be able to retake the class as soon as there is an opening, hopefully this fall. This pushes my grad date back by a year as I would get summers off.

I was really upset at first because this is a huge setback, but that's all this is, a setback. After thinking it over I've realized this might actually be better for me in the end. The summer class was two days a week at 5 hours of lecture time each day with a clinical two days a week at ten hours a day. I would've had to work the 3 12hr shifts at work on the other 3 days of the week to maintain my health insurance and pay my bills. My grandma is having some rather bad health issues that came to a head this week and we now need to see a specialist. I would've had to start school in 2 weeks. I was getting stressed out at the idea of going back when my grandma really needs me at home right now. I can retake 1600 in the fall and then the class that would've been 9 wks over the summer will be a regular spring class over 16 wks.

Also with the nine week class I was stuck with the job I have now while going through that class, not having school over the summer allows me to poke my head around and see if I can't find a better job or at least one similar that'll pay me more.

Spring break started today. I had clinical this morning and it went really well. I was one of the charge nurses which means I was supervising two of my other classmates as they did their work. It was less hands on patient care which I don't like all that much cause I live for interacting with my patients, but it went well.

I was feeling really good, then I got home. There was a box of girl scout cookies in the mailbox with the words love you mom written on them. I have been on and off miserable ever since.

I tried to cheer myself up. I picked up my comic books, which I hadn't in ages. The owner was there and we talked and changed my box around. I'm only having them pull three comics for me right now because bills are tight and summer is going to be a lot with school, but the comics helped cheer me up. I also got a sandwich and spent time with my dad's dog.

Then I went into work. A family had brought us donuts. A resident that has been having problems was calm for me today and a resident that is picky about her shower let me give her one and was please with my help. We weren't short for once and I had a good team to work with. So all in all I had a really good day.

Except I cried over girl scout cookies. I haven't taken any of her calls or responded to any of her facebook messages so I don't know why she thought it was okay to stop by my grandma's house where she knows she isn't welcome and drop off cookies. I was going to take them into work so my coworkers could eat them and they could be gone. I didn't want to even look at them. Then I told my grandma about it. She stopped what she was doing, look at me and said, "You mean the asshole was here?" Then she insisted I give her the cookies. So she got a free box of Thin Mints.

I'll be okay, it's just throwing me for a loop.

On the upside I have this story I've been meaning to share for ages cause it still makes me smile. I was taking care of a patient and she fell asleep during lunch. She did not want to be woken up, so as soon as lunch was over I took her to her room and put her to bed. As soon as she realized she was in bed she sat up and started cussing me out as she shook her fist at me. She continued to do this as I put the head of her bed up, but it was sparatic and tired until she fell asleep mid-curse.

Finals went good. I got two C's in my classes. Not happy with it, but C's in nursing school are good. So I'll take it and move on.

I'm still slowly updating my computer. I spent hours on this yesterday. I played Sims on my very old rarely used desktop while it updated. I forgot how much I used to like Lost and that most of my fav pairings were het. Rose/Bernard anyone? They'll likely always be one of my otps.

My Dad's off from work until next year so we're going to go out today for Xmas eve shopping. My mom's side of the family has a meal christmas eve and we celebrate. My dad is invited and my mom declined her invitation saying she might be able to it next year. She's a damsel in distress desperately looking for someone to come save her. Meh. Anyway the fun stuff is that my dad and I are going shopping and then we plan to come home and watch Fellowship. We're going to do a Lord of the Rings and a Mel Brooks marathons while we're both on break. Any other movie suggestions?

I seemed to have picked up a virus somewhere and my computer is really sick. I can't even get online! The timing isn't bad because I do need to spend the next two weeks focused on school work, but not having my computer is really fustrating. My dad is working on the problem, but he isn't too hopeful. He's going to try and take it to a friend at work. I'm at the library now.

Until it's fixed I won't be on AIM, but if you want to get ahold of me try my email. I'm still writing and have fics that are due so I welcome bouncing ideas of anyone. Email is Raider81827 @ yahoo.com.

Miss all of you!

my Great-Aunt's birthday, except she passed away last year. It's also my birthday. I'm twenty-five. It's the first time that it's been my birthday alone, or maybe it isn't. I can't take away that this is her birthday, even if she's no longer aging and no longer here. My whole life I was her 'birthday girl', but it wasn't until she moved in with my Aunt, only a few months before she passed away, that I got to know her. I'm better for it, and grateful that I got that opportunity. We also for the first time got to celebrate out birthday together.

This year for her birthday my Aunt asked me and my mother to write a poem. I hadn't written a poem in ages. I managed to do it and thankfully it was well recieved.

I wanted to cry when I woke up, but didn't.

Basically I've spent a lazy day catching up on tv, wasting time until my Grandma and I are to meet my parents for dinner. The parties on Saturday, I got off work for it. It's a birthday/graduation party. Should be nice.

I'm just a bit sad today, but in the end I suppose that's normal.