Tall People and Such

Dear Kaitiface,
Thanks for being my height when you moved in last year. I had all these preconceived notions about you based on your age, but come to find out, age doesn't matter to me when someone is tall. This fact is also apparent in my dating life.
Love, Liz

Fleece

Okay, I'm just going to come right out and say it. I hate fleece. Pullovers, jackets, fleece-lined pajama pants, blankets, pillows, whatever. I hate all of it. But do you know what I don't hate? Spandex. In fact, I just realized that the relationship between how much I love Spandex is inversely proportional to how much I hate fleece. Also, a girl just walked by me in the library wearing a melon-colored fleece pullover, so I think that I should get 2 points for incidental irony. The end.

Just thought you should know

19 days until I'm done with school.
Oorah!

You Know You're a Nurse When (Part 5)

You see this sign at your apartment complex, 

and you think, "What in the world? Why do they have parking for residents here?" Resident, as in, "a medical graduate engaged in specialized practice under supervision in a hospital"1 rather than, "a person who lives somewhere,"2 which is obviously the more likely option. 

My Thoughts On Life Without Facebook

I love it. That is all.

Young Adult Fiction

Before my latest nonfiction obsession/craze, I'd have told you that my favorite genre of literature was YA: young adult fiction. Apparently I still have a soft spot for YA because tonight as I walked onto the 4th floor of the library with about a million things to do, I saw this book sitting on one of the tables.

I promptly sat down and read the entire thing.

You Know You're a Nurse When (Part 4)

In my crazy complex dream last night, my patient started having a stroke. We couldn't figure out how to page the stroke team, and I spent half an hour trying to track the team down so I could get him to the CT scanner. As I was doing so, my patient checked out AMA, so I did what any bizarre dream version of myself would do: I went to his house, where I called 911 so the paramedics could get him to some definitive care.

Trader Joe's

Dear Trader Joe's,
Please will you come to Utah, please?
Love, A Gluten Free Fan

What My Project Looks Like Tonight

Something That Made Me Laugh Out Loud at the Library

Check out this awesome (and very short) post on my brother James' blog. It makes me laugh and laugh.