Hey wait, that means you're crazy.
Yes, it's entirely your fault. :) Now I feel much better about myself.
Of course if you're looking for someone specific to blame, putting a face and a name to the person in other words (I'm completely aware that most people won't understand that - it made sense in my head and that's all that matters), blame this guy:
On another related note, I believe I'm currently socially-hibernating. A psychologist friend of mine (no he's NOT a part of my professional help team.... yet), pointed out to me that I go through cycles of social hibernation and explosions. Although not in those words... and probably with a different meaning to what I interpreted it as.
I wasn't really that surprised though because when I'm not around any specimens (which is very often judging by my social life), I observe myself. This keeps me occupied for hours because let's face it, not even I understand what's going on in my mind sometimes.
Many weeks ago I met a police officer who's doing my course at uni (why would you change your weapon of choice from a gun/taser/light saber (for the futuristic nerds in all of us) for a syringe is beyond my comprehension). Needless to say, I pretty much jumped on him and demanded him to introduce me to men in uniforms.
I then proceeded to engage in a lot of conversations which may potentially label me as clinically insane with him. Oddly enough, I have yet to be arrested (probably because he suspects that I'll like it or something... which I would).
Not a lot of people are aware of this but I used to want to become a cop. The only problem is I'm possibly the most unfit person on the face of the universe. I eat food and things that aren't really "food" but still quite edible (don't take this out of context - I'm not being perverted! DIRTY SPECIMEN!), and I hardly exercise. At all. Which will make me the most hypocritical nurse on the planet - when I become a nurse.
What would a police officer wear to a job interview anyways? I mean, arriving in a business suit is pretty conventional but not really practical considering the fact that they have uniforms and all. It's weird how often suits are used for jobs that don't actually require suits. Think about it, chefs don't wear suits to work, fire fighters have their own uniform, nurses have their own uniform, bus drivers have their own uniforms, tradies have their own uniforms, etc. But what do all of these people conventionally wear to job interviews? Suits.
I bet you that it's a conspiracy. Only kidding, I don't take gambles, I'm always right. Still, there's probably one guy (the inventor of suits) who conventionalises these things so that they still sell. Because let's face it, they. are. useless. They're stiff and impractical and no, you do not look sexy in them (even if you spent $400000 on it).
Admit it. You want that uniform don't you?
:)
For some odd reason, a lot of people sometimes ask me for relationship advice. So I've decided to blog about some dating/courting stuff (look out for my future blog "Leanne's Rules of Dating - yes I can give advice despite being single for a good few decades"). When asking a person out, there's only one word I can say.
Fish.
You read it right, fish - as in the aquatic marine creature thingy. If you want a girl/guy to REALLY remember you, give them a fish in a little bag. It's cute, it's quirky and even if they reject you, at least you got to see the look of pure, honest confusion on their faces beforehand.
Also it makes for some awesome (cliche's) vagina jokes:
How inappropriate of me. :o
For any of you that weren't aware, I had clinical for two weeks. Clinicals is basically when student nurses all swarm towards hospitals and health centers for a few weeks at a time to "practice" their "skills" on unsuspecting patients. I got really good marks at the end of it for two reasons:
1. I drove all the nurses in the team and all the health professionals in the building insane. At the beginning, for example, the nurse I was with encouraged me to ask her lots of questions because she "loved answering student questions". Several missed turns and U-turns later (community nurses drive around), she pulled over, shook her head in disbelief and basically said, "Leanne, SHUUUUUT UUUP!". To which I couldn't resist but laugh. She was easily one of my favourite nurses. :)
2. I made all the patients laugh. By threatening them. With injections. And hence, coercing them into compliance. :)
I'm going to be a great nurse one day....
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