I'll be dipped in snot! It turns out I really haven't blogged since Sunday! Wowsers! Now maybe you're wondering, is she finally finished with that cryptic b.s.? Well I'm here to tell you...nope! There are several possible reasons for me not blogging as frequently and for being kinda on the vague side...first, I'm so stressed out I don't even know where to begin or I just can't deal with it. Before I get worried phone calls, this isn't it... Another option is that I'm too busy being deliriously happy, too busy with school and work, or not feeling well. A final option is that I am doing something that I don't want to deal with publicly yet. So which is it? *wink* Wouldn't you like to know?

So I'm now able to pull my hair back in pigtails, right? I'm tempted to believe it's cute, but ultimately I don't give a damn because it's ever so much more comfortable than wearing it down usually. And nearly everyone has been telling me how cute it is. Except Tia Marisol...evil. And Angie, come to think of it. They were making fun of me...blah.

We have a patient that is new to my shift. I think he's schizophrenic, I'm not exactly sure. Anywho, in true Julie fashion the freaks, weirdos and fuck ups of the world unite in their fascination with me, and said patient is no different. In fact, more than the usual disgust and aggravation at having to deftly maneuver around mentally ill pick-up lines, this guy actually scared me. He had this weird, psychotic way of speaking and if that wasn't bad enough, it was kinda breathy...eww. He's like, "you're so graceful..." all slow and weird...ACK! And when I took my hair down to fix it he's like "ohh you should leave it down...it's so beautiful. If you leave it down I'll take you to dinner." Okay. When he first said this he horrified me so that I took off as quickly as possible. Later, as I went out for dinner, I thought about it and in a scary kinda way, it's really very funny. I mean, can you fucking imagine? *sarcastically* Oh yes, I'll absolutely change myself to win a dinner with a mentally ill mountain man looking guy who lives (of course) in a psych hospital full time. What a prize! I'll tell ya', it all seems so worthwhile when you land one like this... Can you just IMAGINE?!?!?!?!?! *dripping sarcasm* Ooooh, if I leave my hair down all day maybe he'll share his dinner tray with me!!! He'd have to because he can't actually take me or anyone else to dinner. He can't leave the fucking premises! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! I know, I know, it's hateful. I'm an evil heartless girl, yes. But the man genuinely scared me, he's the second psych patient I've treated in 6 years that's ever scared me. So you know what? If I can enjoy the absurdity of his pathetic little life I will, damn it.

I'm leaving, I need to go to bed...