Being Tall is for Short People

Assholes, bitch twats, and dick bags.

Unfortunately they are alive and well in east Texas.

Anyhow, I graduate on Thursday. That’s quite exciting.

But…I think I’m going to say goodbye to this place for good. I know I don’t post much as it is, but the real world is waiting for me and I’m ready to tackle the assholes, bitch twats, and dick bags like a defensive lineman on steroids.

It’s been a joy realizing that many of y’alls lives are just as fucked up as mine.

Keep on livin’ the life and whatnot.

Deuces, mother fuckers.

(drops mic, walks away)

I’ve spent the last two years of my life fully invested in nursing school. Alright…maybe not fully invested, but the stress of school has stayed in my mind every day for a looooong time.

I finished my preceptorship (kinda like an internship without pay) Tuesday morning. Now all that I have left between me and graduation is my final which is Monday.

I’ve studied here and there for it, but I’ve been able to get back into sports (not just baseball) in the last few days.

Let me tell you, it’s been the best 3.5 days ever.

I’m getting to watch baseball games other than just Ranger games. I was able to watch Chipper Jones and Jason Giambi hit walk-offs on the same day (this is a big deal because they’re both >40yrs old). I watched a triple OT hockey playoff game and it was incredible.

I’ve watched the teen sensation known as Bryce Harper step up to the majors and make the game his bitch. He’s a badass.

I shed a tear with Mariano Rivera when he broke the news that his ACL is torn. Yeah, he’s a Yankee, but any dude with as much class as him (and 608 saves) doesn’t deserve to lose his career to an injury sustained while shagging batting practice.

Needless to say, I’ve been able to enjoy sports again. The way sports are intended to be enjoyed…or something like that. I love the camaraderie of team sports. I love watching the underdogs make it to the top.

As Brad Pitt so elegantly put it in Moneyball, “It’s hard not to feel romantic about baseball.” As this is true, it’s hard not feel romantic about sports in general.

Sports.

…I’m taking Meredith to a new, sweet discovery called Lago Del Pino. It’s gorgeous and delicious and crawling with yummy, hot manly men. I’m sure she’ll inform you all about it later.

Anyhow, that’s what’s happening on my incredible, incredible Friday.

Hope all of you tumblr fucks enjoy the day!!

Cheers.

How’s everyone feeling on this incredible, incredible Friday?

I’m swell…and by swell I mean delirious as fuck. Night shifts are the damn pits, but I only have one more left between me and graduation. STELLAR!

I really would like to lay down and get a little sleep action, but I need to stay up to get back on a regular sleep schedule. SUCKY!

I’m taking

Night shifts….they’re the worst. It takes forever to get back on a normal sleep clock.

In the mean time, I’m laughing my ass off at Rob Dyrdek. Ridiculousness is ridiculous, but it’s Rob’s comments and mannerisms that crack me up.

I’m about 6” taller than him, but I’d marry him. No question.

I love to laugh. All the time. In the most awkward, inappropriate situations laughter is what I do. Even funerals. It’s a flaw, but at least I’m happy.

See….insomnia. This post turned into a post about laughter when it was intended to be about insomnia.

Earlier I saw a little saying and it kinda stuck with me. It’s the five simple rules to happiness. I consider myself a very happy person. I’ve learned to enjoy the little things and if I see a glass half filled with water, I fucking drink it. Why? Because it makes me happy. Anyhow, here are those five simple rules:

1. Free your heart from hated
2. Free your mind from worries
3. Live simply
4. Give much
5. Expect little

These really are the simplest rules anyone can follow. I’m not saying my mind is always free from worries, but I think I’ve lived by the other four for the past three years and it’s truly brought me happiness.

Will Farrell also makes me happy.

So does Texas Rangers baseball.

I’ve just recently took up grilling. I use to hate cooking and now I want to cook every night. Steak, burgers, chicken, pork chops, fish…you name it and I’ll cook it.

In other news, Adam Levine and his super hot Victoria’s Secret model girlfriend broke up. Think he’s into tall, thick girls with red hair and a country accent?

One can only hope.