shut up christine


Sunday, April 29, 2012
      ( 11:14 PM ) shut up christine  
still need to do a few assignments and take a final on wednesday
then i'll be done with nursing school
done done
can you believe it?
hug me.
i have run through a gamut of emotions these last few weeks
one particularly rough shift at the hospital i said to my preceptor oh f@ck my coping mechanisms are breaking down
and then i cried quietly in a corner of the nursing station
good times

someone asked me what my plans are once i graduate
no concrete plans, i haven't thought that far ahead

but i would like to find a tree in a quiet place, and sit under it (picture above is unrelated)
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Friday, April 13, 2012
      ( 2:19 PM ) shut up christine  
Pickles say relax

how not to stress

right now, i am sitting on my bed with my electric blanket wrapped around my legs
there was a big sale on avocados so i made a huge pot of guacamole last night and i am eating a bowl of it with a spoon.  like pudding
i am sipping on a fresh young coconut with a straw
Pickles is curled up in her box next to my bed
it's raining quietly outside

and i'm not stressing
i'm cool
i got this
handled
easy peasy
aint no thang
i could keep going on and on.  it helps me when i delude myself

you know what also helps? adele's set fire to the rain
when she says i set fiyahh... to the rain
at the words fire and rain i make a fist with my hand and i raise my fist to the sky, and give it a good shake
like a pirate
inciting revolution
try it

today i'm going to finish as many of my papers as i can
saturday and sunday i'm gonna do back-to-back 12 hour night shifts
then go straight from work to class on monday morning
meetings monday night, home heath clinical tuesday, class wednesday
night shifts again thursday and friday
next saturday morning i will sleep
get through my final week of class

and then i graduate.
:)
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Thursday, April 05, 2012
      ( 11:21 AM ) shut up christine  
i bought biodegradable forks, 100% recycled napkins, and compostable drink ware made from corn
for a potluck

you know what?
no one gives a crap

but
these cups. are made. from corn!!
can you at least write your name on it and reuse it?
no?  you're gonna get a new cup every time you need a refill?
alritey

the truth is, little girl
no one cares.
doesn't make a damn difference

you (singular) have already used/thrown away 6 forks in our 1 hour lunch period
(but who's counting?  not me!  actually i am)

i can't be the fork police.
can't change people.  they gon do what they gon do
i tell myself it's really not about them
i'm gonna keep bringing the corn cups, because it's important to me
but there are times when i think to myself
why do i even bother

so i am sitting there, thinking these thoughts
and i hear, "Kit, you want these?"
a pile starts growing on my desk
2, 5, 10
empty aluminum cans and water bottles

a friend checks the trashcan
another checks the bottom of an empty veggie tray - yes it has the recycling symbol on it. give it to Kit

thank you
my faith in humanity
restored
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Sunday, April 01, 2012
      ( 11:55 PM ) shut up christine  
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