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(no subject) [Aug. 6th, 2009|01:59 pm]
Like I've said countless times; as far as I'm concerned, a blog is written with other people in mind. No matter what anyone might say about their blog being private, or personal, or whatever, and no matter how much they might rage on about people stumbling upon(and/or commenting on) their 'private' online journal, if you've put it up on the internet, it's fair game for the world to see.

I've also said that most things truly worth blogging about aren't meant for other people to read. Important things aren't for the world to know, because anyone that would really care or really matter should find out anyway.

And so it's taken me exactly 7 months and 7 days to find something worth blogging about again; something that's fantastically important, but that I also want the world to know(whether they like it or not). No, this is not a coming out speech...morons :P

On August 5th, 2009, God decided saw fit to allow me a career in Anaesthesia. In the culmination of the last 2-and-a-half years of Divine machinations, - beginning with sending me somewhere I didn't want to go, but needed to be - I've been awarded a training position at Western Health in 2010. The steps along the way have been too non-coincidental; too *perfectly* timed, to have been anything else but Intervention. All I can say is Praise God...you should too.

And then there's this thing arriving in the mail tomorrow, but that's another story ;P

No honors student am me, but Anaesthetist shall I beeeee!
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The truth about strawberries is that... [Mar. 20th, 2008|09:51 pm]
GO SLEEP!!!!
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(no subject) [Jan. 27th, 2008|11:00 pm]
I think this is probably the 7th or so time that I've opened up a post window and stared blankly at it. Yay...I've finally typed a sentance, which I suppose is one up on the last half dozen attempted posts.
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(no subject) [Jan. 16th, 2008|09:01 pm]
So you watch, as every little thread of hope is systematically snatched away from before your eyes. Bit by bit, every little thing you were banking on to provide some shred of joy or even sanity disappears. If your lucky, they're taken quickly; and if you're not, they're dangled there in front of you, waiting for the instant you reach out, so that they can be whisked away, inches from your outstretched fingers...

I'm tired. Is there really any reason to press on when you know that nothing will come of it? At least not for you...

I thought there was a God?
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(no subject) [Jan. 4th, 2008|11:10 pm]

People suck.  The more you think about it, the fewer redeeming qualities the human race has.  Don't bother with the global picture; just look around you.  People are lazy and selfish and stubborn.  They lie and take advantage of those around them.  People are plain ignorant so much of the time that it's almost not laughable anymore.  They nuzzle up to you when they're in need, and turn on you the minute you don't give them what they want.

Everyone wants just 'one little thing'.  It's for some reason beyond their comprehension that there might be a gazillion other ppl out there each with their 'one little thing', and when you ask it all of one person, it becomes a gazillion things.  They can't see beyond the fact that they need this one thing from you, and that you're the embodiment of evil for not granting them that.  And what happens when you do?  They ask again.  And again.  And then more people ask, and ask, and ask.

I think I can count on one hand the number of people who have felt anything but relief when their 'one little thing' was done for them.  People suck.

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(no subject) [Nov. 18th, 2007|07:47 pm]
I worry somewhat about my capacity to feel. Not the run-of-the-mill emotions like anxiety and sadness and all that; but the spectacular ones like fear, or terror, or panic, or the rush that comes with any of those things.

Climbing buildings used to give me that, but it doesn't anymore. Jumping off decent heights does it a bit, but when a two-airbag car collision doesn't even make my hands shake, then you have to wonder what the heck is going on with me....
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(no subject) [Nov. 16th, 2007|09:04 pm]
This is one of those times that I feel the desperate need to fly; or fall. So much so that the sudden stop at the end doesn't bother me at all...
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(no subject) [Nov. 7th, 2007|08:41 pm]
Second post in 4 days...geez, I must have nothing better to do...

Hard drive died.  Technology.  bah.
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(no subject) [Nov. 5th, 2007|08:01 pm]
A very periodic post about the same old same old...

I've been flashing through scenes from recent weeks and nothing's really changed. I get along well with people, entertain people; all at a superficial level, of course.

No one ever gets close though. Revelations of self are scary..especially when that self is me. People would rather not know.
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(no subject) [Jun. 30th, 2007|10:23 pm]
For Unwanted Insight into me, click here )
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