I am reading Portnoy's Complaint, which for now is coming across as a more abrasive and less funny version of Good as Gold but I'm willing to see it through to the end just in case. At some point, he refers to himself as still being "his mother's papoose." Which was a word I hadn't seen or heard in over 20 years. I had to call my father to ( Read more... )

Yesterday afternoon, I was on my way to the Wall Street Borders. (Who knew our tax refund needed to be deposited in a joint bank account?) And I was reading the last handful of pages of Les Misérables. And I caught a virulent case of the sniffles. So I stopped reading, until I could seclude myself in a stall at Borders. And there I cried and ( Read more... )

Have registered for MCAT. "Oh boy." Maybe will buy banana creme pie for memory's sake, once completed ( Read more... )

Updatey portion-Last series of midterms have almost been survived, with one orgo exam left. Then it's prep-time for finals ( Read more... )

Tongue is no longer pierced, and frankly, I am relieved ( Read more... )

I hate. I hate so much. I hate writing cover letters so much, I can barely type it all out. Hate. HATE SO MUCH ( Read more... )

The Ghettobillies played ( Read more... )

Each and every single black rubber mark on the pristine white floors of the 10th floor of NY Presbyterian Hospital today came from MY SHOES ( Read more... )

I keep posting Terri Schiavo entries, and deleting them. One-liners don't do an adequate job of summarizing a deluge of thoughts that I'm sick of thinking. At least now I can stop the morbid hobby of refreshing yahoo news to see if it's all over ( Read more... )

A dialogue:

"I can't leave the apartment.
-Why?
-Because I can't close the front door.
-You mean lock?
-No, close.
-Why not?
-Because the door won't pull shut all the way.
-Why?
-Sumbitch hinges are busted, and the wood's all swolled up.
-Well, fuck.
-Yeah."

I call it: The Most Ridiculous Excuse For Skipping Class Yet.