|
k_rollinJ0y
|
read my profile
sign my guestbook
Name: carolyn
Interests: choreography, partyin, shoppin, movie renting, friends, reminiscin, tellin stories, bummin out, snowboardin, boogieboardin, photography, and the beach!
Expertise: "i'm a punkjunkie for life definitely.
my music is my mood and my mood is easily influenced by the weather. catch me at a good time pls. dancin is a hobbie, i love choreography and big mirrored walls. crowded places are my thang. i'm a free-spirited individual. a quickwit. determined, outgoin, intelligent, respected. upfront. never suspicious, just cautious. lifes ridiculous. stirr'd up dramas stupid, but when its there, i make it fun. i don't waste my energy hatin on ppl. i'm stubborn and it takes a lot to prove me wrong. a major over-achiever.
i play by the rules for the most part and play by ear when i'm out w/ my buddies ;] i love to explore new places and spend time with my significant other. i believe i've got my priorities straight for a 21yo. live life, looove, family, friends. yea, i think i got the jist of it." --carolyn
Industry: Medical
Message: message me
AIM:  keroleen02
Member Since:
3/26/2003
|
|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
|
hmm. so its 2:57AM. can't sleep. i slept from 9:30AM-7:30PM. working
these graveyard shifts have really thrown off my circadian rhythm. and
it doesn't help that my eating habits are all outta wack too. =/ on
another note, work is fun. i like runnin around the hospital late @
nite when everyone is sleeping. *sense the sarcasm* no, but really...i
like my job. i love to watch the traffic on the other side of the
interstate as i go to / go home from work. i miss it every time. =) the
only thing that bugs me is when i work on the days
something is going on (i.e. parties, practices, church...you get the
point). thats the only time i get frustrated. and when i feel that
things aren't getting done in the house...that kinda stuff pushes my
buttons.
neway...time for a story.  i had an oolld, old...i'm talkin back-in-the-day-old lady Rose
from Titanic-lookin patient the other nite that was a DNR waiting to be
transfered to hospice. she was ready to go...go as in go to heaven. She
was in so much pain and the Dr. even told me she wouldn't make it till
the morning. She was having an active MI, chest pain radiating down the
left arm...etc. Everytime i heard her call bell go off...mannn,
it gave me the chills. one time i went in there...her mouth was open,
tongue was out, and arms were hangin off her bed. i coulda promised she
was dead. i pulled down her blanket to check to see if her chest was
rising...at least some sign of respiration. the second i put my hand to
her mouth to feel if she was breathing...she woke up and started
flailing her arms. i sooo was praying she wouldn't die on my shift.
(she didn't). so when i came back to work last nite...i asked the day
shift RN about her. she was like..."oo she's gone. she died earlier
today. she was calling your name..." i almost pissed in my pants!! and
thank goodness it wasn't true. everyone bursted into laughter. yea it
was crazy funnie, but things like that stick in the back of my mind.
THAT'S what scares me at nite in the hospital. cause you know all the
movies. uugghhh !
ok. enough about work. i'm finally off. till monday. =)
i feel like chillin w/ booze this weekend. haha!
| | |
| i can't quite put my finger on why i'm so grumpy tonight. hm, whatever
it is, i'm tryin to shake it off. alright, so the break is over,
outtatown
friends are gone, back to workin graveyard shifts, and no more
nightlife (aside from being cooped up in the hospital).
you know, since
i've had time to think about things during the day -- while everyones
at work/school -- and i'm home doing laundry, washing dishes, folding
clothes, organizing paperwork...blahblahblah, i've come across some
serious questions. careerwise, i'm done. social life? nope, not givin
that up. love life? well, four and a half years ain't for nothin ;] and um, financial stuff? ewww, i don't want
to have...what do they call it? bills? i feel like i don't know nething
when it comes to stuff parents are suppose to do. so i'm gonna stick
with mine for as long as i can. =P
yea, i'm 21... all my sibs & i
still live @ home with the parentals. (advice for the young adults:
live @ home for as long as u can hold out) i mean, i still break a
couple of rules by comin home late and get in trouble for not doing
things, but i def don't abuse my parents. slap'em a couple hundred a
month and contribute when u can in the house. my parents are happy. and
the thing is...they don't even ask for the money. but i respect them
enough to give back. they've taken care of me since day one...with good
parents, theres no reason for me not to be a good daughter.
ppl think 18 or 21 = hurry up and move out. ask yourself...are you really
ready? if not but forced you're talkin serious survival out there. and living
paycheck to paycheck is not the way to live. i say this
b/c i ran
across two teenage girls last week that asked me why don't i move
out...its because i have everything i need in this house: 1) a great
relationship with my parents/sibs 2) food and 3) no bills. i guess
thats why i'm so not prepared for my future. cause i'm so spoiled here
@ home. but i thank my parents again and again for doing the things
they do. i would live here till i'm 30 if i could. home is too good to leave. but some things you just gotta do. no matter how many times i say in my head "i'm
never going to leave home" i know i'm gonna have to. but when the time
comes that i must peeeel myself away from my family...its gonna hurt.
blessed,
carolyn
note:
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY JF.
4 years & 7 months of love.
| | |
|
ok, so i decided to get back up on xanga. this year is ending and i
have nothing to read and reflect on since the middle of 2004 which are
now privately posted. all i can say is "its been one hell of a year."
the ending has definitely come thru with getting back in contact with
old friends, and NO more school; not to mention the beautiful weather.
i'm definitely looking forward to the family parties, dinners, &
get-togethers with my ppls. so i guess there's just one thing left to
say...
goodbye Atlantic...
carol
| | |
|
