Adventures at The Wal

With an clear end in sight to this madness known as nursing school, I have found my self with every little time to do anything but study (I tried not studying for a while and now I am pretty sure my teacher thinks I am a complete ‘tard who should never be a nurse, oopsy.) I did however somehow find time to go to Wal-Mart to pick up some much needed groceries. We all know that I am not a fan of The Wal (see blogs past), but their prices are significantly lower and I am broke therefore I braved the store filled with babies with no shoes.

Everything was fine at first (by fine I clearly mean disgusting) I got my items and high tailed it to the checkout. I got into the shortest line, or what I thought was the shortest line, until I saw the two carts filled with who know what in front of me. I quickly moved over to the next cashier and prepared my items neatly on the counter. The cashier, who can only be described as the poor man’s B-Spears post head shaving, decided we were going to be friends:

Poor Man’s B-Spears: How’s it going today?
Ready to get the Hell out of Wal-Mart Nikki: Not to bad.
PMBS: I have to go to Walgreens after this
RtgtHooWN: umm ok (I tried to the casual look away, no luck)
PMBS: I have to get an antibiotic
RtgtHooWN: blank stare
PMBS: isn’t it weird how doctors say weird things
RtgtHooWN: umm, I guess so.
PMBS: you know like, Bacterial Vaginosis .
RtgtHooWN: confused stare
PMBS: it’s a yeast infection, why can’t they just call it that.
RtgtHooWN: appalled stare
PMBS: it doesn’t itch though, aren’t they suppose to itch?
RtgtHooWN: I don’t know.

Ok, now I am pretty sure I wasn’t wearing my “I’m in the medical field” name tag, nor was a buying anything even remotely related the vaginal area, therefore, NOTHING about that conversation was ok! I am so glad I just bough food from this dirty bitch who is dirty down south. I proceeded home to wash everything I had just purchased, cereal included. Did I mention how much I hate The Wal.

See You Next Month Then. . .

So, as well all can see, I have been some sort of lame ass blogger as of late. My apologies (again). Let's just call it a loss for the month of November (it was not that interesting, I swear). See you in December. Have a happy Thanksgiving. Eat lots.

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Tucson was a blast*, but a bit to short for my taste. This week however was very productive. I hit the gym pretty hard Monday and Tuesday, which might explain the sing in my legs everything time I sand up, or sit down, or move. People have started to notice that I am dropping weight though, which I’m not going to lie, has been nice. I can’t tell a whole lot of difference, so I finally decided to hop on a scale today and I am down 20 pounds from when I started (woohoo!).

My life just seems to be at a bit of a standstill right now. I am just really ready to be done with school I think and move of to whatever is going to come next. Sorry to my readers (who I’m sure are dwindling as we speak) that entries have been an utter bore as of late. I’ll work on it.


*by blast I mean a little strange and awkward at times, but I finally got to see that baby! And spend some much need quality time with my cousins.

Still Dying . . .

I am completely and utterly pooped (see previous entry). I managed to get though finals only to have to start a new (and final) semester 2 days later. I also managed to loose my school BFF in the process (she didn’t make out as well as we hoped). I just feel tired and alone. I think my brain in legitimately full; I am having a hard time absorbing any new information. I am in desperate need of a break. Tucson will do the trick I think.

I am toying with the idea of trying and get this weekend off so I can go down with my lovely sister to see the Fam., if not I am definitely going to make a trip early next week, the school Gods threw me a bone and gave me Monday and Tuesday off. But for now, I have to go back to hitting the books, this better be wroth it in the end.

Hold up, one more little matter I have to address: Blog Retraction. . .

The BF informed me that “light years” is a measure of distance, not time. He was kind enough however to wait until I was done with finals to inform me that I am sci-fi retarded. It is much appreciated and was probably the safer route . . . good move. Therefore I am now changing me statement from

“I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like it is light years* away.”

To:

“I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like eons away.”

Sufficient?

I Think I'm Dying

School is eating my life away. I always knew nursing school would be tough, but I don’t think I knew it would make me such an emotional wreck. The closer I get to graduating the more freaked out I am that I am going to kill someone when I actually have to take care of a patient by myself. My usual break downs have gone from taking place once every few months (usually to coincide with my uterus trying to kill me) to a weekly basis.

It is also getting harder and harder to juggle everything. Sadly between school and work I feel like everyone else in my life are taking a back seat. I hardly see my family and when I do I feel like I am so tired that my attitude just come off as “grumpy bitch”, I apologize guys it really isn’t you. One of my favorite cousins just hard a baby and I am dying to see them, yet have no idea when that will be possible. My best friend is going through a horrendous break up that seems to get worse and worse on a daily basis. I am trying so hard to be there for her, but I just feel like I am falling short. I don’t even remember what the BF looks like.

I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like it is light years* away.

* I’ll have to ask the BF if that is the correct use of the term “light years”, if I ever see him again.

Time Out

I'm sleepy and my uterus is trying to kill me again. Will catch up later.

Bit of a Scare

So blog, I realize I have been avoiding you again. My apologies. I am here to avoid shenanigans being called by my lovely cousin KV.

I've had rough start this week.

Sunday night, I am casually laying in bed with the BF while avoiding a looming care plan that was due in T minus 10 hours. I am not sure how, I probably had some sort of itch, but I somehow noticed a lump conveniently located between my arm pit and my side boob(see: Lindsay Lohan) . Needless to say I had a bit of a freak out that mostly consisted of a lot of “what the eff is that?!”. The BF began the googling and I referred to my nursing book in search of something that did have the word cancer in it. All of or sources pointed to go to the doctor. Being that it was Sunday night I would have to wait until the morning to call and make an appointment, not my best night sleep to say the least. I had clinicals bright and early Monday morning and after only a few hours of actual sleep I was not in the greatest of moods, it didn't help that I somehow ended up working on the cancer floor that day (damn you universe and your sick since of humor).

I (unsuccessfully) did everything I could to keep my mind off my new bump. I took care of patients. I helped lift of 610 pound man off the floor. I even went and tried to save lives by giving blood, also unsuccessfully, apparently they didn't want my kind (or I just didn't have enough iron).

Well, my appointment was this morning and it turns out I just have some sort of cyst. They wrote me a prescription for antibiotics and called it a day. Thank God.

After my appointment I decided to take myself on an impromptu shopping trip. I found deal after deal. Here is the run down. I came home with 3 tanks, 1 tee, 1 dress (with pickets!), 1 pair of workout pants, 2 workout tops and a blazer. Grand totally (insert da da da da here) $52.00. Effint awesome! Now my and my bump have some new threads to sport and I am not broke. Maybe this week is looking up.

Water Aerobics Class Uno

Before you judge, based on the fact that I am not this lady . . .

Completely Legit

Let me just say water aerobics is hard, and yes I was by FAR the youngest person there (minus my friends who I dragged along with me). Not only were my abs and arms burning more than they have in a long time, but I felt a little bit like I did when we use to play “The Little Mermaid” in the pool when I was little (never did get to be aerial, my sister was a jerk). I feel like that makes a win, win situation. I will definitely be adding that to my work out routine that now consist of Yoga, Zumba, gym days (that I hate), and Sunday morings that consist of trying to pry the BF out of bed for a walk. I am thinking about adding a Monday night kickboxing class, we will see how ambitious I feel come Monday night.

I am really excited about how things are going with this working out and eating better thing. Not only are my clothes fitting better (kind of getting to the point of needed to buy new ones, love it!) but I feel A LOT better. Truth be told I really have to thank my cousin KV for all of this. She has done such an amazing job getting health that it has really inspired me to do the same. Let’s face the facts folks, I am Mexican, we like to eat. We are big and loud and most of our conversations start with pass the chips, por favor. Seeing KV do the amazing job that she has done really gives me hope that I can do it too. I just hope she knows how much I love her and how proud I am of her.

Good for Nothing

I have somehow not been able to stay up past 9pm the last few days. I don't know if it is the extra working out or the fact that school is eating me alive, but I somehow transformed into some kind of old’ a lady (if only I could get my cousin to teach me how to knit.)

Things are going surprisingly well this week though. I had what was promised to be a killer test today that turned out to be not so terrible. Things with the BF have been going pretty well, although, I can’t say that I have seen or talked to him much this week (see above old’ a lady) but I did confirm yesterday that he is alive and well so I am taking it as a win. The working out and eating healthy is paying off (I LOST 3.5 pounds last week!) and I found a new favorite healthy snack: soy nuts. I must say I was skeptical at first too, but they are tasty little buggers.

The more I write today, the more I realize I really have nothing of interest to note. No fun/gross story from the hospital, no family/friend drama, really my life is a bore this week. I suppose I could write about the dancing queen from Zumba class, but that one you really had to be there for.

To the 3-5 people that read my blog (mostly because they have to) have a good rest of your week.

DO NOT TEXT AND DRIVE!!

I will never text and drive again. Be warned, this is very very graphic!

Work-Out Overload

I am pretty proud of myself. I have decided (once again) that I am going to work out of a regular basis. I am on week 2 and so far so good. I am determined to not be the fat friend for the rest of my life. I think I may have over done it a bit this week though, and it’s only Wednesday.

Recap:

Monday: Gym after a long 8 hours of clinicals AND tennis with The BFF (I had the feeling that the BFF was going to bail on me, sadly for my legs, I was mistaken.) Being that the BFF and I haven’t played tennis since Jr. High School, it was mostly just us running after that ball. I was doing ok until be decided to round out our night with some sprints, let me just say, those were A LOT easier with I was 13.

Tuesday: 15 minute KILLER abs class (I almost died!) followed by Yoga (WAY harder than I thought it would be, apparently I have no flexibility or balance . . . weird), topped off with a Zumba class that is quickly turning in to my new favorite workout. **Thanks to NE and LL for joining in the ass shaking fun!**

Wednesday: I was originally planning on not working out today considering that my hamstrings are none too pleased with me at the moment. However, when I found an extra few hours today I talked my self in to some extra cardio (could hurt right?).

I am not sure about tomorrow, but I think I am going to at least try and some more cardio in, maybe just a walk though.

I haven’t jumped on a scale yet and I don’t think I’m going too. I figure as long as I feel better, which I do other than the lactic acid that is eating my muscles, then I am going to stick with it. Don’t be surprised if you don’t recognize me next time you see me as I now look like this . . .

Apparently I also grew a penis became a lesbian while at the gym, shh don't tell the BF.

Why do People Feel the Need to Steal

Hello Fuckers Who Stole my Car Radio Last Night,

First off, of all cars you could have broken into that reside at Casa de Gomez* what about my little red truck attracted you? Was it the candy apple color or the locks that even i could break into? There were many other prime break opportunities for you ass holes. My radio wasn't even nice, it once forced me to listen to the same CD for over a year, Smashing Pumpkins none the less, OH didn't know you were stealing damaged goods did you?! While I do appreciate you leaving my Cd's behind, especially now that I have nothing to listen to them with, I much would have rather you got your punk asses away from Sparky.

Suck it Douche Bags,

N

Side note, when I called my mom this morning on my silent/pissed off ride to the hospital to inform her of the horse shit that took place last night her response was . . .

"well did you leave your door unlocked?!"

Yes mom, I left my door wide open and put out a sign that said free CD player come and get it!

Why is it that my parents are the worse people to give pep talks. . .ever! Like the time when my puppy died and my dad decided to bring up how sad it was when my grandma died when I was 7. Thanks Parents! That really helps!

Dammit I just realized my bomb ass 80s party mix was in the CD player?! It's like pouring salt in the wound.

*6 in total. No we are not Mexican at all!

500 Days of Summer Made Me Sad for No Reason.

(500) Days of Summer was everything I hoped for. Joseph Gordon-Levitt was perfection as the hopeless romantic boy that could not possibly exist in real life (but not in a disgusting pansy way). My girl crush was precious, for the most part. I loved loved loved her clothes in the movie, she was really working that 60s chic style that I could never pull off. Also, her apartment . . . adorable! I love vintage so much it kills me; I really need to express that more.

It did however evoke some sort of Debby Downer in me that not even my favorite sushi could pull me out of. I blame being a girl mostly (that damn PMS will get you every time!) , and the fact that I came home from visiting my grandparents to find that my bedroom had been tampered with**. My apologies to my amazing boyfriend that has more patients for my crazy antics* than I deserve.

Anyways I highly recommend going and seeing it. Unless you are PMSing, then maybe you should wait a week to avoid crying and convincing yourself that your boyfriend of two who has never made any indication that he is unhappy is going to break up with you at any moment***

*By antics I clearly mean mood swings
**What the hell people like living at home doesn't suck enough, can I ONE thing that is mine?! Fucking felafel.
*** Just me then

R.I.P.

It is a sad sad day. Being that I am one of those girls that fell in love with Jake Ryan Ducky the moment I saw him I have to appropriately morn the loss of the 80s icon that made the Sunday afternoons of my adolescence much more entertaining. . .Mr. John Hughes. **insert moment of silance here**

My favs people, in no particular order (but if there were are a particular order The Breakfast Club just might be #1)

The Breakfast Club

I honestly can't count the number of times my cousin KV and I have tried to determine who in our family is which character. Yet, somehow I always end up getting the shaft and having to play the principle. Well, thanks John for giving me bad ass lines. If you mess with the bull you will indeed get the horns.

Pretty In Pink

Oh lovely Ducky I can’t count the number of ways I loved you. I always thought that Blane guy was kind of a queer. You won me over with you awesome shoes and keen since of terrible 80s style (go fig.)

Farris Bueller's Day Off

Let’s be real folks, everyone has at one point or another wanted a Farris Bueller day. I mean really, who doesn’t want to sing in the middle of a parade and have a friend like Cameron. Just me. . .fine, I’m good with it.

Sixteen Candles

There really are no words. Sixteen Candles is classically amazing, pure 80s perfection.

Curly Sue

Did you know John Hughes did Curly Sue?! Me either! (Apparently neither of us can read the box). It makes me want to bust out my spiral curling iron and box of trinkets.

John Hughes signle handedly defined 80s teen angst that still stands true today:

Dear Mr. Vernon,

we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us — in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain … and an athlete … and a basket case … a princess … and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club

John Hughes (1950-2009)

You made you mark on the world John and worry not

We won't forget about you.

Classic.

Will Be Right Back

School and work are killing me at the moment, I promise I will post more once it calms a bit.

Don't give up on me yet!

I'll Step It up NE

My sister brought it to my attention that I started blogging again and then went M.I.A.

My apologies NE, here’s to you, in true LETTERS and LIST fashion.


Dear MyCrazySisterWhoISwearIsTheOneWhoCutTheToothpaste:

I love you for the following reasons. . .

1. You have a strange obsession with all things pink and bee (but not in a weird little kid way, eff that shit).

2. You are a trend setter in many ways (the gays stealing DBJ for example).

3. You are hilarious.

4. We share a mutual hatred for a certain falafel.

5. You helped me come up with the code term falafel..

6. Your OCD cracks my shit up.

7. I have someone to steal clothes from (although this seems to backfired when you steal my shit and claim I “gave” it to you).

8. You are always trying to turn a profit.

9. You are loud, so loud in fact I often think I can hear you at my house when you are in yours.

10. You are one of the only people that truly understands what it was like to grow up in the craziness that is, was, and always will be Casa De Gomez.

11. I can talk to you with my eyes.

12. You made me a person that didn’t mind losing, since you always have to win.

13. You are some kind of BBM ninja.

14. You are always loyal to our family.

15. You have always been there for me, no matter what.

Love,
YourLittleSisterWhoYouCouldNotLiveWithout

New Face

Upon looking into my makeup bag this morning I decided that it was disgusting. I have heard that you should throw your makeup away once a year to avoid infection. I am ashamed to say I don’t think I have thrown all (or any) of my makeup away, ever.

So here is my plan, after I move home, I am going to go through all of it and throw away anything I have had for more than a year. I am pretty sure this will leave me with 2 things therefore, purchases will need to be made.

Being that i am no longer 13 I didn't think it would be a good idea to replace my shitty cheap makeup with more shitty cheap makeup (see:wet 'n' wild).

Stila Made In Your Shade Foundation Wardrobe $18 Sephora

Smashbox Try Me Set $29 Sephora

Stila Bronzed Glow Set $35 Sephora

Sephora Blink, Winks & Brows Eye Deluxe Sampler $40 Sephora

Got to love Sephora value set, not to mention that they are always giving free goodies!

I Need

In anticipation utter despair regarding my upcoming move back home with the rents, I have been trying to pack as much as possible before school starts again. On the bright side, it has given me a change to get rid of a lot of crap that I really don’t need and made me realize there I think I do not possess that I NEED.

More summer dresses

1. Floral Dream Dress $24.80
Faith 21 for Forever 21

2. Denim Knit Strapless Dress $24.80

Faith 21 for Forever 21

Wooden Platform Sandals

(this one might be a distant dream being that I was cursed with feet that won't fit into anything)

1. rsvp Noreen $76.14
Zappos.com

2. Jessica Simpson Karson $79.15
Zappos.com

Oxfords (I realize it a million degrees but paired with tights in the winter-Love)

D&G Dolce & Gabbana $294.00 Zappos.com

2. Stuart Weitzman Memories $156.00 Zappos.com

A plus of living with the rents is I will have a lot more money, that I should save I suppose. . .right after I revamp my closet!

Normal People Wear Pants

I don't understand Ms. Gaga, why you are unable to put on pants in the morning. I understand you are a busy lady, as am I, but I always manage to put on pants.

Unlike my dearest sister and my gay boyfriend*, I am not a fan. I do however respect the fact that you are unique and have your own style, I just wish that style included pants.

*not to be confused with my THE boyfriend

Girl Crush

I believe I may have a girl crush.

Lil' Ms. Zooey Deschanel

Not to be confused with . . .

I don’t know it is her blue eyes or the fact that I think it is adorable that she is going to marry a man who would, by societies standers, be considered a nerd amongst nerds*. Maybe it is that she played Dorothy (DG to be exact) in the really cheesy sci-fi take of the Wizard of OZ with that girl who was Claire in 90210, that the boyfriend made me watch**. Even still, it might be the new preview I saw her in for the cute new Sundance film that seems to be right up my alley.

Anyways, here is to you Zooey, I promise to never confuse you with Katy Perry again.

*Also know as Ben Gibbard the lead singer of Death Cab for Cutie and the Postal Service.

**I heart the Wizard of Oz, I use to watch that shit three times a day.

Take Two.

So I am going to give this blog thing another shot.

I figured I would start fresh. I am going to try and do less writing (although I know how much all* of you love reading all my grammatical errors), and post my interests (obsessions) of the moment or the occasional really funny story.

I feel like I have a lot to live up to in the blogging community considering my lovely and hilarious cousin and ever witty sister. So I am decided I am not even going to try. If you would like I read feel free, but I don't mind if are just passing though to the much funnier blog.

Enjoy.

*by "all" I clearly mean NE and her BF