2/9/10

The Life and Times of a Mursing Student: Part 1


(First of all I am a nursing student, not a writer. Second, girls, don’t be offended)


The life of a nursing student is what you would expect of it; the classes, clinicals and a somewhat normal college experience. However the life of a mursing student is quite different.

When I tell people that I am a nursing student they usually respond “hey that’s smart, you’ve got the best odds with the ladies.” Imagine yourself as a guy in a room full of 75 girls and you (the guy) for 3 years. If that sounds good to you, then you are wrong.

From the beginning you are the one guy that they all know. From them you get questioned, commented and judged on everything; who you’re talking to, your drinking habits, your guy friends, and your appearance! These girls are in of many sororities, but really they are there own cult.

In the beginning our relationship (me and the 75 females) was reserved in some fashion. Within the last year or so, it seems as if those flood gates have broken. Their lady like aspects have flown out the window, their thoughts are no longer kept in their heads, and their “times of the month” have become far more noticeable, and they don’t dress nice anymore. Sorry ladies but its true, you’ve changed. I find lots of humor in these things, and even though they are annoying at times it is simply just the norm these days.

Even though there are 4 other guys in my nursing class, they really don’t count. Two of them are married and old, one is gay (which is fine) and the other is reserved and keeps to himself. So really they don’t help or benefit me in any way with the cult. Therefore I am glad I joined a fraternity. After a long day of classes or clinicals with the up and down relationships with my fellow girl class mates, it is nice to return home to a house full of 17 bros and refrigerators full of bronson’s which I will consume and be criticized for the next day. Usually I get the common phrase “you always drink and never study, and you still do better than me; I hate you”



Look for many more parts to come soon and for peters next IV video.

2/8/10

Aside.

Have you looked at any crappy websites today?

Well if you haven't you should check out this turd: The Dailyer Nebraskan. Actually, before you click on any links make sure you're over a sink, bathtub or plastic sheet so you don't make a mess when you claw your eyes out.

My friend sent me this link with the qualifier, 'Hey, you like The Onion, you should check out this site, it's kinda like that.' What a dickhead, what with his faulty logic. His train of thought makes about as much sense as this one: 'Hey, you like enchiladas, you should check out this toilet paper tube stuffed with Kraft singles, it's kinda like that.' Someone punch me in the face, please.

Note: The Dailyer Nebraskan's moniker is a play on the name of the U of Nebraska's student newspaper, The Daily Nebraskan. If this doesn't show you the kind of 'zany' humor they're employing at the Dailyer Nebraskan, you just don't get it, man. They are so quirky.

If you're into 'really dry' and 'deadpan' humor, check out awesome articles like
'America Sees Earthquake In Haiti As Wakeup Call, Thankful No One Was Hurt' or
'Boy Who Shot Father Recruited To ‘Halo 3’ Team'. If you're into vaguely left leaning politics and taking lots of digs at the right, you have to read 'McCain Promises Nation’s Youth Hard Candies If Elected' and other gems like 'Republican Dog Shits First, Asks Questions Later'. These guys are just like Jon Stewart with their hard-hitting political pieces! Personally I prefer pieces like 'Small Town Has A Lot Going On, Reports Every Visiting Politician' or perhaps 'Perfectly Preserved 1950s Small Town Discovered In Western Nebraska'. These really capture the essence of 'Lincoln is the biggest city we've ever been to' that just screams off the page.

Hey, Dailyer Nebraskan, cynicism is really funny, you should really stick with it.

Now, I'm not here to claim that 31/Chi is a legitimate artistic/rhetorical forum and I'm not here to throw around phrases like 'state school riff-raff' or 'self-aggrandizing pretentious fuckholes' but this is the reason why journalism departments should have to take monthly field trips to the real world. The 'masterminds' behind this webesite are all probably really nice guys, but this is the kind of bullshit that comes out when everyone around you thinks the way you do. You start getting a lot of 'Hey, man, you know what would be cool?' met, tragically, with 'Oh man, yeah, that would be awesome!' instead of the 'No, dude, you're a fucking idiot' it probably needs.

2/7/10

Super Bowl.

We're watching the Super Bowl as we speak, and like most people we have been getting drenched with all the pre-game bullshit. Chief among these reports are countless specials on how much this Super Bowl victory would mean to the people of New Orleans as they are still reeling from Hurricane Katrina. These reports swayed me to think that maybe I should cheer for the Saints, since the people of New Orleans, having gone through great tragedy, could really use a pick-me-up. Go Saints, right? These people have been through a lot, right? They deserve this one moment of sunshine in an otherwise dark, wretched span of time, right?
Well, yeah, New Orleans has gotten pretty fucked over lately by hurricanes and what not, which I will admit is a total bummer, but then I realized that the Colts are from Indianapolis for God's sake. They're waking up in a living hell every morning and they didn't even need a natural disaster to spur it along. They live in the state of Indiana, for fuck's sake, a place where the capitol city translates to 'Indiana city'. It looks like Illinois' mishapen young brother. Check this out: Illinois is Schwarzenegger, Indiana is DeVito.

Seriously, why would you even wish a loss on someone who has to live in a city where this building is the next best thing after your poorly uniformed football squad?
Holy shit, what is wrong with your city when this is what comes up on a Google image search? How can I not feel sorry for people that live in a city that is associated with a graphic fireball hurtling some slackjawed, cross-eyed Southerner/greasy Euro to his char-broiled death?



On the other hand, this is what springs to mind when people think NEW ORLEANS:


And check this picture out:

Holy shit! This guy is standing on a horse in the middle of the fucking street. Who gives a shit if the people in New Orleans win the Super Bowl? They're all drunk right now. Mardi Gras is next week, the streets will be running with booze and naked chicks and no one will even remember the score as they enjoy a mild Gulf Coast winter. Meanwhile, in Indiana City, boring, white guys in khakis will be waking up to a shitty Midwest winter to go to their awful jobs at some kind of lameass mid-level corporate job. I feel like the prefix 'mid' fits Indianapolis perfectly.
Those poor bastards in Indianapolis deserve this. True, their city was never underwater, but something makes me think that a lot of those miserable bastards would prefer it that way.

The Bulleted List, February 7

Me and Pistol Pete's 'Real Life' Sunday Afternoon Playlist

  • Austin- Blake Shelton
  • I Can't Smile Without You- Barry Manilow
  • Love Is All Around- Wet Wet Wet
  • Bring Me To Life- Evanescence
  • coughing and sniffling

We Also Travel

Not to be caught sitting on our hands in this age of 'traveblogs' we decided to hit the road for a little sightseeing of our own. Saturday afternoon we shipped on down to Lincoln for a very special occasion. It was Pistol P's little sister's winter formal and we had to make sure the little wiener taking her was an alright kid. Also, we had big plans on getting hammered. Totally hammered.
We blazed out of Omaha through some sketchy weather, hellbent for the desolate wasteland. We arrived at the palatial home of Pistol Pete, and were greeted by his saint-like mother. Pistol P's dad, a man who shall be known as 'La Begota', asked us what kind of beers we wanted. Coors Light, of course. And some Coronas. However, we had a special request. If at all possible, we were going to need La Begota to appropriate some Joose, the highly caffienated, highly alcoholic devil syrup that turn the most mild-mannered cat into a raving, jabbering fool. It's awesome. Unfortunately, it was not to be found in the liquor store frequented by La Begota, so we would be forced to make do with the beers. And make do we did. After a few beers, the 'picture group' for the dance arrived and we harassed a small boy for 20 minutes (this will be covered in a future post). Then we drank some more beers before Pistol P's folks took us out to dinner, a fine Mexican eatery which means we had to have some margaritas.
Now the night began in earnest. We were dropped off at a sorority house to meet up with Pete's main squeeze and her associates. This house was really nice, and I could feel my fingers getting sticky, an urge I resisted. From there, we walked to some bar (Cliff's?). I was having mixed feelings at this point. On one hand, I was getting ready to just get absolutely obliterated with some dear friends. On the other, I was in Lincoln, home of the hated Huskers and the even more hated 'kids that go to Nebraska'. They were all around me; this was enemy terrain. We got to the bar and I was pleased to see there were a few pretty good specials. I ordered up a $2.50 Hurricane and went after it with gusto. After a few sips, I wondered out lout, 'Is there alcohol in this?' God damn it. I thought maybe this one had just been a bad mix, so I got another and discovered it had the same problem. Kmart and I split a pitcher of 'Everclear and orange juice' which should have been called 'mostly orange juice'. I've been sick a little bit lately, so its a good thing I got all that vitamin C. There's a reason why the drinks are so cheap in Lincoln. There's no booze in them.
Another difference between Lincoln and Omaha: most of these people were only ordering one drink at a time. I even heard a group of dudes, with surprise/wonderment, exclaim a chorus of 'Whoa, dude, double fisting!' when their buddy walked up with a drink in each hand. In Omaha, I have seen a guy carrying two beers in each hand with another tucked in the crook of his arm. This embodies the mindset of the Omaha bargoer; one that is always worried, 'What if I run out of alcohol? What if the line at the bar is really long and I can't get another drink? I better just order two.'. In Lincoln, bars are used to socialize while you have a few drinks. In Omaha, they're for drinking while you talk to the same three people you showed up with.
We left the 'juice bar' and walked straight into a hot garbage dump packed with Afflction-wearing cool dudes and a lot of mediocre looking chicks drinking weak-ass well drinks and 'getting hammered'. 50 cent Natty Light draws helped to ease the pain, as they slid down the hatch with ease. I continued to avoid the mixed drinks after I ordered a Long Island that was less potent than an actual glass of iced tea.
We ended the night at a dingy hole in the wall bar where we watched two hookers play pool with their 'broker'. I wasn't sure how to process this, so I just took it in. I feel like my life has just been a series of taking it ins.

2/4/10

Pisa



Last Sunday, Fr. Bruno asked a few of us if we would like to spend Sunday afternoon in Pisa. Of course the first thing all of us asked was "how much is the train ride", as that is pretty much the first question nearly all of us ask when we want to go somewhere. It ended up costing me a total of 10 euro to go to Pisa and back. I felt like that a pretty good deal. The train ride to Pisa is about an hour long.

Pisa is a small city (87,500) in Tuscany, central Italy, on the right bank of the mouth of the Arno River on the Ligurian Sea. You can see the coastline from the Leaning Tower. The Leaning Tower is located in a courtyard of sorts and is right next to Piazza del Duomo which is basically the area where everyone goes to when visiting.

I enjoyed my visit here as it entailed more beautiful artwork, cathedrals, and architecture. It's an archaic city that is very representative to everything I've seen so far in Italy. I was there on a Sunday and everything wasn't next to the Leaning Tower was pretty shut down, as is in many places in Italy.

My next post will either contain more about Florence and my apartment and the area I reside in or it will be about my trip to Venice this weekend for Carnevale. Either way, I promise to have more photos of myself and others and hopefully a good story or two.

Ciao!

First few days in Firenze



So I am now currently a resident of Florence, Italy. My goodness what a beautiful city. THough I haven't been to very many places yet, Florence has easily been my favorite so far, which is a good thing because it's where I chose to live. Florence is an ancient, beautiful city that is one of the art capitals of the world. The city and it's buildings have a very "white" sense about them and by that I mean I can tell now why some people in Rome I talked to called Florence "The White City". The residents themselves, for the most part are very friendly and quite patient. Time seems to move a little bit slower here. Everyone walks everywhere and take their time doing it. I have been accused of this frequently back in the States, so I have had no problem adjusting to the "chill" lifestyle.

As I mentioned earlier, I live in the center of the city which is where all of the action and most of the attractions lie. I live on Via dei Calzaiuoli, which is a main shopping street where many formidable Italian fashion label's stores are (Armani, Dolce&Gabbana, Prada, etc.). I am taking a fashion marketing class while I'm here, so it's interesting to hear about these brands and the influence the Italians have had on world fashion. I live one block away from the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore which everyone here refers to as simply "the Duomo", the world's third largest cathedral. Talk about an amazing structure. It is truly massive and is the center of the entire city. I live on the north side of the Arno River, very close to the world renown bride, the Ponte Vecchio. My friend Kate walks across it every day to get to class. It's a structure unlike anything I'd ever seen. I now understand better why Florence is known as one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

My first day here, I met this interesting man named Fr. Bruno. He is quite the character. An amazing man, he has literally been everywhere and a good source to have when looking into traveling. He took us out to dinner our first night in Florence, got us boozed up and fed us like royalty. He reminds me a lot of the Jesuit priests back at Creighton. He is a apparently a pretty famous guy in this area as when we are with him, we are constantly bumping into people who seem to have some sort of affiliation with him. I believe he is working as some sort of chaplain for the program I am studying through. If any of you come to visit me (which I would love if you did), I will be sure to introduce him to you.

So my last post drew a little bit of criticism as although my photos were well taken, I need more photos of myself and people in them. So this post won't have many but I will try to in the near future, starting with Carnevale in Venice this weekend. Also, I will have a lot more pictures of Florence soon, but these are just the few I have taken since I've been here.

Ciao!

2/1/10

Doppleganger.

So lately I've found myself equally intrigued and repulsed by the 'Doppleganger' profile picture. To bring everyone up to speed, this is where ordinary (read: average) people change their Facebook profile picture to their 'celebrity look-a-like'. However, more often than not, these 'dopplegangers' are more like 'famous people I wish I looked like'.

Since 31/Chi is culturally relevant, I decided to break out our own dopplegangers, but I decided to keep it real.
So...here we go.

Here we have Pistol Pete. This may or may not be considered a compliment. On one hand, he's a bald, goony looking guy with a few screws loose. On the other hand, he wrote Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

This isn't so much a look-a-like of AP, but a glimpse into a future where he has horribly let himself go and gotten a job with Food Network.

Looks like Stronghand got some hormone treatment and sprouted facial hair! That's cool.

K-Mart freed the slaves. Or kept them in chains. I'm not sure, I got a B in history.


You can all go fuck yourselves.

1/31/10

Playing Doctor.

So here's a little random video we took in a study lounge.
Male nurse K-Mart thought Pistol Pete looked a little dehydrated and under the weather after a rough and rowdy weekend, so he decided to juice him up with a little intravenous saline.
This may or may not be for the faint of heart.


video

1/30/10

My first post from another country...coool.



So after a chaotic trip into Rome, I have finally gotten the chance to write a post. My flight started in Sioux Falls, SD and dropped me off in Chicago, IL and Munich, Germany before finally arriving in Rome, Italy. Once to Rome, I took a cab to the Hotel Palatino where the students of International Study Abroad Program were staying. Once there, I met a bunch of my advisors (all of whom are wonderfully kind Italian ladies) and met the guys I was staying with while in Rome. After an informative meeting and greeting from ISA and students, a few of us grabbed a bite at a local panini shop and chatted, getting to know one another better. Of course, Kate Larcom my good friend from Creighton University is also studying in Florence this semester through the same program as me. I am glad to have her company on this trip.

The second day happened a little early for everyone as we were all recovering from jet lag and it was about 10:00 am in Rome while it would be about 3:00 am in both Omaha and Chamberlain. On our second day in Rome, we were getting a private tour of the Vatican and Sistine Chapel. Once inside the vatican, we were all given head sets to help aid hearing our tour guide. Right away I noticed the amazingly beautiful artwork that was found throughout Rome and Vatican City. I am not what I would call a connoisseur of art history nor the rich ancient Catholic histories that are literally everywhere in the historic country, but I found I knew enough to make it much easier to understand appreciate the awesomeness that is Rome. The artwork inside the Sistine Chapel is simply beautiful. The paintings are so vivid and creative that when you look at them, the figures almost seem to jump off the wall into what are 3D images that left me standing in complete awe. I noticed very early on that throughout this trip, I can almost always be found near the tailing end of our tour groups as I am just fascinated by the amazing artwork and trying to capture these moments by working on my constantly improving photography skills. Though all of the artwork in the Vatican museum was spectacular, none of it came close to touching the gorgeous Sistine Chapel. I literally stood in the Sistine Chapel, hardly moving, for nearly an hour just admiring the details and intricacies of artists like Rafael and Michaelangelo. There is nothing quite like it anywhere in the world. I felt as though I was almost catapulted into something of a time capsule as the paintings I viewed recapped biblical events that I had learned about as 7 year old boy in CCD class, that at the time, seemed more like mythical fairy tales than actual religious historical beliefs.

After the extensive tour of the Vatican Museum and Sistine Chapel, we were given the afternoon and night to do with whatever we pleased. I broke off into a smaller group that wanted to explore the rest of Vatican City and eventually Rome. Our first stop was of course the vast, fantastical St. Peters Square and Basilica. St. Peters is actually how it looks in photos and tv x5. It was especially interesting coming to all these places after reading fictional novels like The DaVinci Code and Angels & Demons. Though both of those books helped form an image in my mind of what everything in the area looked like, once you get to these places the image is wiped clean and a new image is born that is burned into your retinas. For those who are Catholic, basically everywhere in Rome and Florence are an absolute must to see at some point in your life. Nothing has hit me quite as hard being inside St. Peters Basilica, the holiest of grounds. The beauty that is the Basilica is something that needs to be experienced by all those whose faith is important to them. My favorite piece of artwork that I have seen so far is most definitely the Pieta'. I viewed it for a good 15 minutes and it really struck a chord inside me. I don't think any piece of art has really ever had the same effect on me. I decided not to take a picture of this piece as I really feel as though a picture can do it no means of justice.

After leaving the Basillica, we finished exploring Vatican City and continued our expedition of Rome, eventually leading us to Mueseo Sant' Angelo. This museum was more like a historic castle, fortress of sorts. I found out that it actually was just that. The fortress was used as means of protection by ancient romans as well as protecting the Pope in the early days during some of the wars. Cool, huh? I think it costed roughly eight and a half euro to get in and I would have paid at least double that for the view of Rome it gave us once we reached the top. By this time it was dark and we looked for a nice little restaurant where we could enjoy some of the local cuisine. We at a nice little Italian restaurant and enjoyed a nice bottle of the house wine. I found myself becoming a little dehydrated while in Rome as the wine, while delicious, is sometimes cheaper than water, especially when you're in a group. I also found that when enough glasses are consumed, the long, cold walk back to the hotel goes a little quicker. On the way back to the hotel, we stopped at locations such as Piazza Navona, the Pantheon, the Quirinal Palace, and the Trevi Fountain. We stopped for a few more bottles of vino along the way as well. As I mentioned earlier, it helps keep you warm. As we stumbled back to our hotel, we walked right past the Coliseum and I just stood there staring in drunken awe. What an amazing building. I could have walked around it all night, but decided I could just wait till I got back in the morning.

So the next morning we woke up and toured the inside and outside of the Coliseum. It is crazy to think about all of the amazing events that had taken place in last hundreds of years. I could not help but imagine Russell Crowe in that badass gladiator mask out there fending himself against tigers and other enemy hordes. After the Coliseum, we went on a tour of the Roman Forum. The Roman Forum are a collection of beautiful ancient ruins. I got some great pictures of all of these stops and met someone that always seemed to be lagging behind the group taking photos as well. The rest of the day consisted of touring through other attractions of downtown Roma and finally led to dinner and an nice cool Pironi birra, the recommended Italian beer.

The next day we left for Florence in mid-morning and made our through the beautiful Umbria and Tuscany countryside. What a wonderful sight to view as we drove on a hazy, overcast day. Small villages built on the tops of treacherous cliffs, beautiful vineyards, and gaping valleys were a everywhere as we finally made our way into the ancient white city that I will be calling home for the next 4 months, Firenze. I plan on having a new post every few days on here and the next one should be tomorrow or Monday as I will write about my first few days in Florence and my new pal, Fr. Bruno! I have met some amazing people already and hope to continue to meet more. I already know that a couple of the problems I am going to have are money (europeans live crazy expensive lives) and narrowing down the places I am going to travel to on my list. Lastly, in some sort of godsend (arguable way of terming it), I have basically been given a South Carolinian/art history majoring/better bearded version of Pajamas/Pistol/Pedro Woolman to spend my time with over the next 4 months. A nice little slice of home. Fino al giorno...Arrivideci!