so i'm sitting here listening to "Me and Bobby McGee" by Janis Joplin. that is arguably, one of my favorite songs. however, one line struck me today. i don't know what it was, or why it got me today, but here it is:

feeling good was good enough for me,
good enough for me and my bobby mcgee

the story of joplin's life is very heartbreaking. she died at the age of 27, in the height of her career from a heroin overdose.

i guess it just goes to show that feelin good aint good enough.

friggin easy!! smoked the exam!!!

go me.

so i have an exam in a hour. i was stressing about it. but apparently it's easy. how do i know? well, the idiots that run my program had half my class write it this morning. they finished about an hour ago. meaning, everyone that writes it in an hour gets the scoop to do some last minute sutdying.


bloody brilliant.

after some goading, my friend convinced me to pick up my blog again and take care of it. I suppose it's kind of like a pet, you need to take care of it in order for it to survive and flourish.

well, maybe not. a blog will always be there whether you look after it or not. it will never leave you. even if you ignore it and don't feed it, it's still there. you can forget all about it until one day you get an email from the bloggers administration saying "wait...i'm still here. i haven't forgotten you! come back to me".

so where did i leave off? oh yes, i was complaining. nothing has changed really. school still sucks and i still complain about it sucking. the difference is that now the end is in site. i only have a year to go. then i can graduate and get out of here and do......more school. yes.....more school. why? well, apparently i'm a sucker for punishment. i have this great idea of doing my master's in education at U of Ottawa when i'm done my BScN. then i can do a phd and teach nursing at mcmaster, molding the minds of the young and impressionable. so fun!!

at any rate, we'll see how that goes. knowing me i'll just marry a neurosurgeon, have 2 1/2 kids, move into a large house with a white picket fence, a dog, a cat, and two goldfish. i'll die young from lung cancer, but i'll leave my family with a sizable insurance payout.


life is good isn't it?