Well, apparently there is a Mediocre Renaissance Man out there too. Rock on guy.
I was seriously super surprised when I saw that there was a comment on this thing. To answer his questions:
No, I don't update this thing often. I started it months ago because I was bored and kinda bummed out with the end of this year's stint of seasonal affect disorder (self diagnosed, but I pretty much fit the bill) along with some boy troubles. Apparently you shouldn't read someone's blog if you know the person in real life without telling them. You also shouldn't let yourself like someone right away based on one common nerdy interest and a few common friends. It's also a good idea to hide all (or at least most) of your crazy for a while, even if they are just as crazy as you are. Crazy + crazy = still crazy, maybe even bat shit bonkers.
Due to all of that lovely elevated mood, I was procrastinating doing school related things more then usual, and thus an avenue for my rants was born. Since then I have been busy with various unimportant things and I have gotten over the boy (well, that one at least).
As for my title, I think I was talking about skills to put on a resume' when I realized that I am not an expert in anything. I have many interests and hobbies, and while I might be able to say that I am good at some of them, I always stop trying when I get to the hard part. So I am a dabbler, and I am very good at dabbling.
Nursing school provides me with many unique experiences. The latest comes from my rotation in the psych ward. Let me tell you, you haven't quite lived until you get your hair stroked by a schizophrenic with active psychosis, right before they explain the mechanisms of defecation (complete with hand gestures).
As for boys, well, they don't all suck. Some are quite lovely. Sometimes you can come across one that will laugh when you let some of the crazy slip out, and they laugh because they get your humor and not because it is a nervous laugh they do when they don't have a response to your weirdness. We'll see what happens with him.
As for the others, I am sorry to say that most of them suck. I realized a little while ago that since New Years I was dumped by one guy over the internet, one just stopped talking to me all together (after apologizing for ditching me one night via text message), two stalked me, one thought he still had the right to cock block me, and one just keeps being disappointing.
Alas, I can't complain about much right now. I have a new haircut, a new crush, and I just found a local spot for belly dancing classes. Sure I have to read and memorize five chapters and a bunch of drugs for Monday's test, write some case studies, and maybe go get the haircut I gave myself fixed by a professional tomorrow, but at least I can say, for sure, that I don't have lupus.
