Pale Horses

It's past the fall-break now and I have a lot I still need to do for school which is due for next week. Both individual and group efforts seem to have come to a halt, which is so typical of me... I'm always very enthusiastic about projects, especially really interesting ones (for example, no one but me was happy that we got a case regarding problematic immobility, about a 71 year old widow who used to live a remarkably active life, but fell into a deep pit when her husband died and for which we had to make an intervention plan). But that enthusiasm tends to hold up for just a few weeks, because things tend to be stretched too long in school and sometimes the tedious rules surrounding a project get the best of me. But always, the delay forced upon a project by school (doing things in slow steps), really pisses me off. I am someone who needs to throw himself into a project and get it done.
I've just come back from the evaluation meeting for the coordinators of the 4Mile of Groningen, the large running event which happened about a month ago (10th of October). It went well, we had little casualties (at the event, not the meeting) and of course the only issues were with those damned volunteer medics we have to work with. Some of them, we'd rather not have in the Red Cross, but as I've mentioned before, volunteers are hard to find these days so we can't be too critical. We were with a good group of people, the coordinators, the meeting passed smoothly and though there were some debates which went out of what is useful to discuss, we finished within two hours. We decided I am to coordinate (not just co-coordinate) the Start area, and I have to find a co-coordinator, for if I get sick and to assist me during the event the coming year - if I think that will be necessary.
Red-headed guys really are my new favourite people. I think it is a real pity the red-gene is a recessive one, science should do something about that. It's now an even bigger plus than being blond. I'm starting to see some real structure in my preference for men, I really adore white skin and light hair colours. The contrast must appeal to me somehow. Only, it's so hard to find pictures of hot ginger men on the internet...

For the next schoolperiod (after next week) I plan to just pick up a project, focus on it for a few weeks and get it over with before the same problems arise. The only problem is that some projects involve other students, so I hope I can motivate them to follow my lead and get into action early.This one really made my jaw drop, sadly I couldn't find him without the damn watermarks. He really has many traits I like, a good clean face, cultured facial hair and a messy hair-do. A green shirt is of course also an excellent choice for a ginger. I love how the jawline is accentuated by his beard. My imagination is doing over-time tonight to imagine how brilliant the rest of him must be. Below is of course Prince Harry, one of the most famous gingers. I wish he'd be king of my country, if there was to be one to begin with. Much better than the Alexander we've got, bloody stiff...Two days ago I donated blood, that was the first time I watched that damned needle go in. I used to look away, even with the small intramuscular needles for vaccinations (the next Hepatitis A and B vaccination is tomorrow morning). Unlike other times I didn't really brace myself either, of course my right hand was still clenched in a fist, but that was because the nurse requested it of me, I guess it helps securing the vein she was about to enter. And I didn't even pass out! In my little one-handed try-outs for intravenous insertions, I established the quick and steady approach is best. But I can't seem to feel comfortable enough to not take my time and spend at least five seconds going in slowly. Then again that must be because I only have one free hand and have to keep my skin tight and guide the needle at the same time. I'm done experimenting anyway, on myself at least. I can't wait to try it in school and on a real human being who is not me.

The below music video is one of Moby's beautiful works, the music at least, the video - I don't think so. The video is great, it shows this figure who is trying to make friends, and does so, but the keep dying on him. I recognized the idea that we all live putting an effort into other people, to make them our friend and have them around, but eventually we are really on our own. How we put time and energy into a social network, which is very fragile to say the least. Not a very uplifting message I took from it, but I'm used to coping with such things. Besides, I've got the Irish Red with me.