i-am-punzel asked: Hello you are an EMT?!?!?!! I start college on Tuesday and I am going to be a paramedic! (Well pre paramedic, EMT-basic and prerequisites)
I am indeed! You’re welcome to ask questions about the training if you want, or just come complain about the class/your classmates/the whole college thing/whatever. Congrats on having some semblance of your shit together from the get-go, by the way, you’ve kind of got one-up on me–I do not recommend switching your major to premed at the end of sophomore year, by the way, because it involves much terror and scary class loads. Good luck!
I mean, like, welcome to the party (for…a given value thereof, I guess), I’m Moran, your friendly neighborhood paranoid person. *waves* Imaginary party hats are on the left, imaginary top hats are on the right if that’s more your thing. Help yourselves.
But like all humor aside, I’m kind of dying to know why you’re all here?
Hey? Welcome to the party, I guess, please have a party hat. Forgive my random blogging at all hours, eclectic tastes, and occasional tirades about medicine.
Feel free to tell me what made you decide to follow me, though! (I’m a little too curious for my own good.)
aleksandrmarchent:
shout out to all my followers that stick with me every time my interests change and you end up with a bunch of “what the hell is this shit” on your dashboards yall rock
(Source: yannisphillipakis, via academicfeminist)
tylerquiff:
You are a safe friendly blog that people can go to if they’re receiving hate.
(Source: relentlesshit, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
I just titled my final Psych paper “I’m Just a Kid and Life is a Nightmare.” It’s about bullying. If you get the reference…I dunno. Guess I approve of your music taste, and you should tell me you get it so that I know I’m not the only person who still listens to this.
Now my only decision is whether I should wait and read it over in daylight or trust my three a.m. grammar and send this bitch in.
*fumbles awkwardly with glasses* ARE YOU REALLY SURE ABOUT THIS, GUYS?
BECAUSE I DO. IN CASE YOU HADN’T GUESSED, IT’S A FUCKTON. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT SPEAK WORD COUNT, THAT IS OVER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY PAGES, SINGLE SPACED SIZE TWELVE FONT.
Anyway, the point to that is that I just hit 200,000 words in the novel I’m writing (which is my baby and the goddamn bane of my existence) and I feel like I’ve slain a fucking dragon with nothing but a pointy stick.
Hey, sweeties, I’m new to Tumblr and I have legit no clue what I’m doing. And let me tell you a thing: I am shit with tags and I know that some people need me to not be shit with tags. But I don’t really know what should and shouldn’t be tagged with trigger warnings (see: new to Tumblr) and I want to make sure everyone who follows me is as comfortable as possible. So if you need me to tag something that I haven’t been tagging, please tell me, and I will do my best to make sure that I do. I’ve been in situations where the littlest things would send me spiraling, I know the feeling, I’m just not sure how to protect you from it. So tell me what to tag, I’ll tag it, and I’ll learn how to Tumblr. Sound good?
