Two plus two is ten

I don't care what anyone says: Pluto will always be a planet to me.

ALWAYS.

So today was my nursing school orientation, and...oh my god, I can't even express how excited and nervous and abso-fucking-lutely terrified I am about this program. I know I'm going to be fine -- everything will work out and I'll meet a bunch of new people and I'm going to learn the sorts of skills that will render me incalculably valuable in a post-apocalyptic world*, and I'm probably going to have a lot of fun amidst all the work and stress...but I barely slept last night because some part of me was convinced that I would arrive at the school and discover that it had all been a mistake and I wasn't really accepted, and that kind of tells you everything you need to know about the way my brain works.

(Honestly, though? I think this is going to be great. Scary and difficult and stressful? Absolutely. But it's also going to be amazing. I feels it in me bones.)

My final day as an admin was last Wednesday, and I'm a little surprised at how much I miss everyone at the office. I need to head back to campus on Tuesday for my new ID badge and to pick up my books, and I think I might swing by to say "hi" if I have time. I mean...they got me a $500 gift certificate to the student bookstore as my going-away present. FIVE. HUNDRED. This pretty much covers my books for the entire quarter and I almost started bawling when I opened the envelope, especially when they told me that (a) everyone in the division had contributed, and (b) that Dr. Z -- "my" doctor -- had contributed about $100 his own self. I just. TEARS. Everyone kept telling me how happy they were, and how proud, and how they hoped I'd come back to work with them in the ICU or trauma research or as a scrub nurse. My last days at the law firm were awful; my last days with trauma were lovely. As frustrated as work made me sometimes, I really do ♥ those folks, truly.

In other news, Nate and I have started watching Battlestar Galactica (EEEEEEE!). We just hit Season 3 last night, but had to go to bed before we finished the premiere episode. It's one of those shows where we're watching it together and agreed not to watch it if the other person isn't around (d'aw), but he's not going to get home for several more hours and the wait is KILLING ME, UGH UGH UGH.

But I will wait, because we've made a pact and he is my geek and I love him. So. I will be streaming The Deadliest Warrior in the meantime, because I am apparently the sort of person who needs to know if the Jesse James gang could beat Al Capone's gang in a fight. I'm not proud of my need to know these things, but there you go.


* Because this, obviously, is the most important thing when choosing a career these days, y/y?

Oh my god. I just discovered that The Flight of Dragons is out on DVD. AND AMAZON IS BUNDLING IT WITH THE LAST UNICORN ajdsnjfdnjskjd my childhoooooooooooood!!!!

I know my birthday is only in two weeks or whatever, but I am totally ordering this. The Flight of Dragons was my hands-down favorite movie when I was a kid. It had everything! Dragons! Magic! Talking wolves! Knights! Badass archer ladies! Science! Wizards! DRAGONS! This was back in the pre-interweb days ([/geezer]) and our local video store didn't have any copies available to buy, so I just pestered my parents into renting it for me over and over again to the point where the store was like, "Look, kid, other children want to watch this too. YOU HAVE TO GIVE IT BACK." And I was sad, because I didn't want to. Haha, poor tiny self. Now they just need to get Animalympics and the Unico movies onto DVD already, and I can happily roll around in childhood nostalgia.

On a slightly different pop culture note, I've spent the last several days watching Doctor Who on Netflix, and it's made me realize that I'm kind of a giant failure as geekiness goes. Not because I don't like it (because I doooooo, very much), but because it took me SO VERY LONG to get around to watching it. I could've been nerding out about this for years, guys. YEARS! Geek!fail, seriously.

( And now I'm going to talk about the house for a bit, so I'll cut for those of you who are like, PAINT IS BORING, GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT DRAGONS )