Journal 12/16/11

Today at the hospital I held down a small child as she screamed and cried, and kicked. She was not very happy with discovering she needed two shots because she had pneumonia. This is why people should get their children vaccinated, so I don't get nearly kicked in the teeth.

I am NOT going into pediatrics.

Journal 12/14/11

I am going to eat a candy cane and lie to career booths at the CTE Center to make my day better. I have already been accepted to college, so it seemed really pointless to be at the Career Fair thing with all of the colleges trying to sell their schools to me while I've already been accepted. I was actually really disappointed in the TWU booth because I have been accepted to their school and when I told them that, they just stared at me. Seriously, if I told you I have been accepted to your school the least you could do is try to make me excited about it and ask about my interests and whatnot. Don't just tell me to do my scholarship by March and have a nice day.

So. Dumb. But my candy cane and new pen in the shape of a syringe is fantastic.

Journal 12/12/11

If I could be any car I would be my PT Cruiser. I love that car. I don't desire any other car. If I could be my car, it would just complete my love for it. It is convertible and black and beautiful. It's name is in fact, Black Beauty.

I love my car.

Journal 12/06/11

If I could be anywhere right now it would be broadcast. Oh! Look at that! Dreams do come true!

I love myself.

Journal 12/02/11

So I still haven't quite come to grips with the death of Ehsan. He was in my third period class with his girlfriend, and I just keep finding myself staring at his seat. It's like this whole thing was just some unfortunate thing that happened to him, but we'll see him again on Monday. It's all so surreal. Everything is just so weird. School feels weird. Work feels weird. Doing anything feels alien when I think about Ehsan and how he can't do any of that anymore.

For the entire history of the world, people have lived and they have died. You would think we would know how to handle it by now.