Suckers

Oh my, Lawd.

The blog post below was initially written last year. I was editing my blog yesterday and somehow it posted again... All those suckers who commented, you guys are suckers.

I still appreciate your kind words. Please let it be known: your memory sucks (I posted this last year!) and the whole thing was a mega fail and resulted in me leaving ('cos I was just done with that shit) without even telling my supervisor. Oop.

J

COMMUNITY PLACEMENT FAILURE - A CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION?

So, I called the unit coordinator in regards to my epic fail community placement and she has organized for me to go to another hospital tomorrow morning (6.45am yo) and do the wounds survey with third years. Meanwhile, I will stand there awkwardly feeling retarded as these third years expertly prod wounds. Huzzah.

Really, I shouldn't complain as this is probably the best possible outcome. I can get it over with super early and it doesn't interfere with my timetable. So my aim for tomorrow is to be as friendly, as open, as charming and charismatic as I know I can be, to speak clearly and confidently and to not be shy, mumbly and unprofessional. Because I know that when I mumble and become incoherent in my anxiety I come across as very inept and I don't want that.

I could write up a lab report about this...

Title: COMMUNITY PLACEMENT FAILURE - A CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION?

Aim: Come across as confident and knowledgeable at WoundsWest survey.

Hypothesis: I will fail.

Equipment:

Me
Some 3rd years
Wounds
Beds
Flimsy hospital gowns
Patients in gowns

Method:

1. Go up to people and say hello.
2. Speak clearly and concisely. Smile.
3. Appear confident, acknowledge ineptness as stupid 1st year. Potentially have a laugh about it with 3rd years.
4. Don't be a fool.

Results:

We shall see.

J

Things You May Not Know About Me

1. I only eat original or salt & vinegar chips.

2. I suck in my tummy almost constantly when out (in the big wide world/public).

3. I'm pretty sure I get five serves of fruit, two serves of vege instead of the other way around... It's possible I will get fruit-instigated type 2 diabetes in the future.

4. My favourite numbers are multiples of four.

5. I peed my panties in year one...

6. I dance like a spaz when I'm at home and only in the company of my family.

7. I have obese man-hands (seriously, check them out next time you see me).

That's all I can think of right now. I'm hungry.

J

Bogans, Burgers and Other Shenanigans

I spent the day with Little Mishelle. We got up early (well, early for me at least. I got up at 7.30am. Little Mishelle apparently got up at 6am, the freak) and took a bus down to the city. We shopped in H-Town. We expected to see Meg at Cotton On but she wasn't there. I bought a (...nother) pleather jacket (for $15 though, my cheapest yet) from Cotton On, a poor (but cheap) substitution for Meg's beauty.

There was one toilet stop (quite a miracle for my pathetic bladder). Sadly, we went to a bathroom where most of the flushes weren't working. Three of the cubicles were taken. I looked in the empty one and it was jammed with toilet paper and a sweet yellow tinge. I decided to wait for another (who knows what was lurking underneath all that toilet paper that might spurt up and hit me in the face when I flushed...). As it happens, the one I went into had a broken flush and the toilet bowl was also jammed with toilet paper with a lovely yellow-ness to it. I pissed anyway. Little Mishelle got the only toilet with a flush (lucky as it is shark week for her).

We went to Grill'd on Beaufort Street. On the bus there, we saw this slightly overweight bogan guy (you could almost see the stench. I hope that helps you visualize the man in question) who proceeded to blow his nose into his flannel shirt (no seriously, it was flannel. He was like a walking/nose-blowing stereotype). We quickly got off the bus and Dettol-ed up before eating our delicious burgers.

I watched a couple of docos last night (one called "Dumb, Drunk and Racist" and the other about rape and female mutilation in Africa, can't remember the exact name but both were on ABC). I won't go into them much but it kind of pains me to see some of the attitudes existing in Australia. I love my home an insane amount and can't imagine a better country. I feel like Australia is legitimately the best country in the world. For some at least...

I was reading about the first doco, "Dumb, Drunk and Racist," on good ol' ontd the other day and some of the comments (mostly written by Americans) were about fears (as African Americans) of racism and racially instigated violence in Australia if they were to visit. It makes me sad. I don't think as a whole we are an overtly ("overtly" being the key word) racist nation but in some ways and in some population groups, we are very racist. Luckily, violence due to racism is pretty rare (as far as I'm concerned). I also think the newer generation is more aware and more tolerant.

J

How To Deal

I've been having an absolute rubbish last couple of days. The lack of stimulus, the being inside, the friends who are constantly busy. That plus health issues and my dad's half-sister has advanced cancer she just found out about. I'm used to seeing my mum cry (like... every time my grandpa goes back to Malaysia) but seeing my dad cry is really bizarre and incredibly depressing.

Yeah. Not been having a good couple of days.

That thing I was hinting about earlier involving things that are too "private and intimate" or whatever words I used. It has amounted to nothing and I feel like a chump.

I just can't with life right now. I want to be on a holiday somewhere far away.

I sat down yesterday night and wrote a list of things I wanted to today. Here it is:

1. Write.

2. Read.

3. Bake --> bread?

4. Lib --> DVDs.

5. UWA writers' club (joining with Kim next semester).

6. Buy something for Wynn's.

7. Oatmeal raisin cookies.

8. Finish top.

Of the eight, I completed an admirable three. I wrote (or started writing... but it became depressing and I gave up). I read the last installment of the Airhead series by Meg Cabot (halfway through at present). I did not bake bread. I did not buy something for Wynn's (but I will tomorrow) and I did not finish top (it got too hard so I put it in my scraps bin. Oop).

Tomorrow will be better.

J

Saturday Night Fun

J

Justin Timberlake - "Rock Your Body"

I'm listening to this right now in case anyone's wondering...



J

Agenda

Successfully fitting into jeans I couldn't wear comfortably three months ago. Check.

Next on the agenda: be able to fit into my ball dress. That's right, folks. I can no longer fit into my ball dress. And the tears stream down my face.

J

Niall Horan Loves Food More Than People

This boy and his love for food KILLS ME every time. I love it. I love it so much:



J

One Direction Video Diary - Week 10

I like that Liam is basically eating throughout this whole thing. It has endeared him to me:



J