What to write? I don't know. I haven't written in a while, but none of the essential stuff has changed. I'm still a resident. I'm still in York. I'm still trying to loose weight. I'm still dating a great guy who I don't see often enough. I'm still bored when I have days off. I still am behind on my studying. I still don't have a dining ( Read more... )

I'm lonely tonight and I just can't sleep. I just want to be held. I feel like such a big baby. Pretty much from the moment I got up this afternoon (afternoon may be part of the key to why I can't sleep now), I've been talking to someone. My boyfriend, my old roommate, my mom and so on. It's not like people have been ignoring me. I just feel ( Read more... )

Is it bad that my days off are plagued with thoughts of-I have to go back? I just don't care to be here ( Read more... )

I'm trying. I need to get more exercise in my life. I need to get to bed at a reasonable time. I need to deal better with being along. I need to work on being happy. Tonight I'll just enjoy sitting here and watching TV.

Car was driven to York-slight AC issue, otherwise fine ( Read more... )

So, I'm doing this. And when I say this I mean residency. And I also mean moving a thirty-four hour drive from home. Still seems surreal in many aspects. I still have flashbacks from that day when I opened my match envelope and found York in there instead of Chicago. It was such I surprise that I closed the envelope and checked again. It ( Read more... )

How do you pack your life in a CRV? Carefully and with a cousin that is A.)obsessive compulsive about organization and b.) willing to deal with your two year old tantrums. The TV didn't make it, so tomorrow I'm calling the company and letting them know that I'll be saving $33/mo and just getting internet. My dollhouse of course didn't make it. ( Read more... )

I haven't written because I just really don't know what to write. There is so much to say, but I can't seem to capture most of it in any sort of basic form of communication ( Read more... )

I fucking hate medical school. They are worthless and pointless. I hate them. I wish they would figure out their dates and paper work earlier.

It's been a long time since I've written. That's okay. I've kinda been doing the my space thing. This is more of a personal journal. That is a weird survey and bitch session thing. I should write more, but I really don't have anything. School starts on Monday. USMLE sucked. I've been trying to do paper work today, but mainly been running ( Read more... )