I may just be a little bit in love with the coordinating prof for Nursing 201. So far, everything seems organized and amazingly timely, two things that absolutely nothing was this past semester. I wasn't expecting even a draft clinical schedule until after the first of the year, but it just came out. And I got my first choice clinical! Wed-Thurs days at the closest hospital. Woohoo!
Dec. 22nd, 2009
On a completely different note ...
Dec. 22nd, 2009 08:31 pmThe Last House on the Left is a movie I really needed not to see any of. Ever. By the end of the opening scene, I should really have worked that out. Because, see, I can take violence and gore, but not when the point seems to be to revel in just how painful and gross you can possibly make it, y'know?
I don't think it was even half done when I finally decided I'd had enough, told Patsfan I was completely done with it, and left him to it. He came into the bedroom a few minutes later to say the worst was over. (Um, you haven't seen it before. How can you know?) I had actually been telling myself, right up until I left, that I should really stick it out and get some resolution out of it rather than just walk away with all these horrific images. But then it just kept getting worse, and, um, no. Patsfan kept trying to tell me more of what was going on, somehow not comprehending the simple sentence "I'm done." Done as in done. Finished. Do not want to hear another thing that happens in it, do not want to hear why I should've kept watching. Just ... done. I think he's finally got that through his head, or at least I hope so.
So, um, that'd be a negative number of stars on that movie review, yes?
I don't think it was even half done when I finally decided I'd had enough, told Patsfan I was completely done with it, and left him to it. He came into the bedroom a few minutes later to say the worst was over. (Um, you haven't seen it before. How can you know?) I had actually been telling myself, right up until I left, that I should really stick it out and get some resolution out of it rather than just walk away with all these horrific images. But then it just kept getting worse, and, um, no. Patsfan kept trying to tell me more of what was going on, somehow not comprehending the simple sentence "I'm done." Done as in done. Finished. Do not want to hear another thing that happens in it, do not want to hear why I should've kept watching. Just ... done. I think he's finally got that through his head, or at least I hope so.
So, um, that'd be a negative number of stars on that movie review, yes?
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