Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins. Twenty years old. Born on the fourth of July — and don't think there weren't jokes about that my whole life, mister, 'cause there were. 'Who's our little patriot?' they'd say, when I was younger and therefore smaller and shorter than I am now.

Anya ,'Potential'


If the Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me

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Daisy Jane - Dec 12, 2002 12:07:22 am PST #253 of 5668
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I'm not sure how much I'm going to be around. I may be blinking in and out.

Tonight at about 6, Mom called from Minn. She, my stepdad and stepsisters were told it was time they all came up there. LB seems to be losing his fight.

I'm pretty much staying by the phone for when mom calls, or to call her if I start to feel anxious.

I'm kinda reading and may be posting, since Buffista wit and wisdom are a source of comfort. I appreciate everyone's well wishes, prayers and vibes.


Anne W. - Dec 12, 2002 3:43:05 am PST #254 of 5668
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

I'll be on the road and dark until the 16th. I expect to be doing much skipping and skimming upon my return.


esse - Dec 12, 2002 9:12:33 am PST #255 of 5668
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

I do not reccomend finals week to anyone. Especially when you have to move out of your dorm room by the end of finals week. It has been crazycrazy for the past two weeks, and it shows no signs of stopping.

Anyway, the long and short of it is I'm packing my ass off and I'll be going home December 13th; I should be home that evening, and if I'm not completely unconscious, I'll check in.

Jesus, we have a lot of shit.


billytea - Dec 12, 2002 9:15:04 am PST #256 of 5668
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Am-Chau Yarkona - Dec 12, 2002 9:17:12 am PST #257 of 5668
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Jen - Dec 12, 2002 10:22:17 am PST #258 of 5668
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you

Some good news, finally: I'm quitting my job and going back to school! Starting next month I'll be taking some catch-up science classes and then in September I start nursing school.

My immediate plan is to get RN certification the quickest and cheapest way possible--an associate's program at a local community college. I should be eligible to sit for the NCLEX-RN licensing exam in about a year and a half.

Plans after that are amorphous. I want to continue on to certification as a women's health nurse practitioner (and thus be qualified to provide primary and ob/gyn care to healthy women), but I'm not sure when or where. There are a lot of RN -> NP programs out there, so cost and location (theirs and mine!) will probably be the deciding factors.

I have a job interview next Wednesday for a part-time unit coordinator position on the labor/birth/delivery floor of a major hospital, so I can work and get a bit of experience with women's health while I'm in school.

My last day at my current job is 1/10/2003.

Full speed ahead!


Aims - Dec 12, 2002 11:37:36 am PST #259 of 5668
Shit's all sorts of different now.

My grandfather was not released. He almost passed out after his PT yesterday and blood tests revealed that his count was severly low. They thought there was bleeding in his stomach but tests today didn't show any. They don't know anything. They just keep giving him blood units. He's had 3 so far.

19 days til the end of this horrid, horrid year.


John H - Dec 12, 2002 3:42:07 pm PST #260 of 5668

Can't talk now, lots to do and organise, but I wanted you guys to be the first -- who wants to see a picture of a married couple?


brenda m - Dec 13, 2002 1:37:09 pm PST #261 of 5668
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

In the midst of the wave of generosity and support going on in the Firefly thread, a letter just came from my mom's former employer. She worked at Children's Memorial Hospital in Chicago, and we've just found out that there has been more than $20,000 donated in her name to the hospital's programs. People are just so fucking amazing sometimes.


Daisy Jane - Dec 13, 2002 1:51:36 pm PST #262 of 5668
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Mom called, Alex had a bad night. They're removing some of the machines to make it easier. They said it would probably be sometime today.

I'll probably be in Shrevport soon.