IF YOU WANT MY BODY AND YOU THINK I'M SEXY...

Top 10 reasons to date a nursing major :o

* Note: I didn't make this up, I stole it from Michelle...but perhaps we could make up a top 10 reasons to date a dietician??

10. White scrubs are see-through.
9. We are clean.
8. We don't gag.
7. We know your body inside and out.
6. We know mouth to mouth.
5. Two words: sponge bath.
4. We know how to penetrate things.
3. We have restraints and we are not afraid to use them.
2. We always have a rubber on hand.
1. We can go all night

HARDER, STRONGER, FASTER

You run a marathon and all of a sudden you think you're in shape. Individual 'Sports' like yoga and team 'Sports' like frisbee are for people who just didn't make the cut for gymnastics, track, or soccer. And certainly not for marathon runners. It's for those non-athletes that still want the pretentious uniform of, be it, tight lululemons or an old faded team jersey.
So, with all the free time I have this semester, I figured why not add in some frisbee and yoga. If nothing else, it'll be social. Well geeez, was I surprised. After still feeling the muscle pain from Monday's hot yoga I arrived at my latenight frisbee game both exhausted from a long day at the hospital and the previous day's yoga induced heat exhaustion pain, I hit the field. We also didn't have any subs and an hour later I was sweaty, limping, and ready to pass out. I already knew frisbee was a workout from playing co-ed last term, but I wasn't expecting the all women's league to be even faster paced. I really didn't expect yoga to be so physically hard. I used muscles I didn't know existed, and if you can be beaten in yoga, the skinny girls in their tight short shorts, totally whipped my ass at yoga.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cva_sGN_0VA
(courtesy of someone's facebook wall posted by someone else. Props to them and my stalking capabilities)

THE GOSSIP

Not really sure why I feel the need to leave the apt to study. As if the public toilets aren't bad enough, I sat bundled up in the freezing cold coffee shop today beside a fidgety foul smelling homeless person who insisted on talking to themselves. I thought about suggesting they go sit and talk to the other person talking to themselves over by the window (a large black man talking to himself in cartoon voices).
And to top it all off, actual conversations I overheard while not concentrating on my reading...
"I used to do heroin when it was socially acceptable"

"I'm on welfare now. Have you ever been on welfare?" to a stranger..."Who? Me? Umm, not recently"

Oh and an elderly lady after noticing me reading..."Do they ever kick you out of here after so long?"

This is my alternative to the snobby place down the street with the realllllly good soy cappuccino that only lets couples sit at the tables.