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Name: Karin
Country: Canada
Birthday: 7/24/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Rainy days. tea. a good book. traveling. nursing. laughing. pranks. music. the symphony. photography. long country roads. coffee with friends. hiking. camping at the beach. the beach in general. throwing the football. Japanese cherry trees. Oregon. trains. Thai food. cribbage.
Expertise: Subway sandwich making. random Alaskan trivia. trains. procrastination. eating chocolate. tea snob. spilling tea on myself. packing. distracting myself.
Occupation: camp nurse
Industry: Medical
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/11/2005
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| I passed the NCLEX!!!! Oh Happy Day! | | |
| I'm tired... too many decisions to make life is becoming complicated and I think good-byes are just starting to hit me.
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| Camp quote of the year... "You're cute, you're hot, and you're like, totally down to earth"* Wish I could be that straightforward... *And just to clarify, this was written in a note from one camper to another. However, the recepient never received it, because we like to emphasize healthy friendships and not boyfriend/girlfriend relationships at Camp Rivendale. | | |
| Alaska. 12:34am sunsets, 3:24am sunrises. snow capped mountains and seeing the mountains up close. 34 Taiwanese tourists singing me popular Taiwanese songs. 34 Taiwanese tourists making me sing in Chinese. pictures, pictures, pictures. remembering taxi cab phone numbers from two years ago. rock climbing in flip flops. a mama grizzley and her two cubs. seeing friends, who will always be friends, no matter how little we talk. reminiscing about the good ole' days in the Denali trailers.
more to come...
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| So, before I left Canada, I bought myself a new journal. I was totally in the mindset of "new journey - new journal". I know, I'm totally clever and totally original. Anyway...I went to Ten Thousand Villages in Langley (one of my favorite stores of all time) and found this really cool journal. Fantastic. Now, I have a new (and Fair Trade) journal. And guess what? I still haven't written in it. I'm scared. I don't like writing in new journals - because than I feel like I need to say something profound. I also worry about my handwriting - which is not attactive by any means. This happens everytime I buy a new journal; I stress and than I'm like, no, that's dumb, no one else will read it. Who cares if my handwriting is slightly illegible or that my journal entries only talk about the boy that I have a crush on (ok, so maybe that's not entirely practical to today's situation, but my diary in 5th grade was all about this boy named Brian that I had a crush on for the longest time. And when I was in 9th grade, I burned that diary, because I was sooooo embarrassed and Brian kinda turned out to be a loser.)? But than, I think again, and I'm like, what if my future great-grandchildren happen to find my journal start reading through it - because let's face it, I would do it, if I found my great- grandmother's journal. I would want to sound profound and as though I'm somewhat together. But let's face it, I'm not a writer. I'm a nurse, so my writing (which would be my charting) really only consists of describing people's voiding habits, wounds, and other non-appetizing things - though I must admit, all nursing situations require the use of such cool descriptive words (eg. pussy - as in containing pus, soft, smooshy, hard-like-a-rock, etc). And as much as I enjoy good nursing stories, I don't want to write about them. I'd much rather be the crazy old woman telling stories at the holiday dinner table that make everyone turn green and vomit just a tad bit in their mouths. 
Sigh...so the long and short of it is that I bought a new journal. I haven't written in it because I'm scared of it and I probably won't write in it until I miraculously become a profound individual, or I start having a crush on some guy. Oh wait...hrm...no...shoot...I'm so embarassed now.
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