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Wednesday, 18 February 2009
one litre of tears.

I haven't posted anything in a while that wasn't just photos and msn copypastes. I know what you're thinking.. instead it's a [groan] late night emo post. Maybe. I haven't decided yet.

So here I am! One week away from starting my final year of uni. WOW. Now that's a thought. I feel nothing at the moment, I've talked about it endlessly (especially to aunties and uncles who ask me about it.. "Haha, Yeah I finish at the end of this year! Same as my brother I know.. Yes, It would be funny if we were in the same hospital.. haha!" Yes, I have to laugh to that joke every single time) but the reality of it has yet to set in. I mean, what's after this? WORK. WORK FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Retirement. Death. I see the progression of life and the end is coming closer. I really need to start reading One Month To Live.

In other news, I got a new job! Victorian Nurses Specialists, a nursing agency. What's that? Well, a hospital calls the agency when one of their staff gets sick/needs replacement and the agency calls us to fill in. The thing is, it'll always be last minute. ALSO -- although this is just PCA work.. I really don't have enough experience to do this right now. I got myself into this because I KNOW I need to GET this experience but that doesn't make it less scary. In my placements we were only allocated one or two patients.. with agency work they'll expect me to handle six to EIGHT patients (or so I've heard..) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! So to say the least, I'm scared.

And yeah, as much as I love them .. I'm still not over it. I went shopping yesterday and even retail therapy didn't help. What's wrong with me? I'm not sure.. but I don't want to be here anymore.

So what'd you think? Was that late night emo post enough? It could have been worse. Let's end with another cliche sarah-type post. ZEFRON.



Heeee. Reasons I heart this photo:
1. He shops at Target.
2. He's flyyinggg
3. Who else looks that good in just a white tee, jeans and thongs? Best outfit ever.
4. It's zefron. 'Nuff said.
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