I did my first throat culture last week.

You SHOULD be proud.

I think that today my smile can be described as "winsome".  It looks winsome and slightly "chinny" to me, and this makes me want to sing a plethora of songs from "Annie".

Winsome.

...so then why can't I get the taste out of my mouth ( Read more... )

I love and hate going shopping.  I don't feel like I fit in at any store anymore.  I mean, I reallly REALLY want to buy a bunch of punky clothes at Medusa's Circle and blow all my money on that and bleach and pink hair dye, but this whole med school thing really doesn't give me much freedom to do that.  I walk in, knowing how I used to dress and ( Read more... )

I just re-entered my living room to find my temp roomie fanning herself off with a piece of artwork I just purchased this past weekend.  What does one say when one witnesses such an act?  I had no idea what to do.  I mean, it's ART.  It's a matted print of a closeup of a ladybug crawling off a leaf.  I mean, I know that really isn't too arty, but ( Read more... )

Tonight I went to I-House and worked on building my self-esteem.

Foreign boys can be so forward!

Essentially, it was madness.

So, my fibularis brevis hurts.  It's the coolest thing!  I can feel pain along the entire length of the muscle...and nowhere outside of it.  It's like when I hurt my sternocleidomastoid in the roll-over accident (aka demise of bertha the great).  I love when this happens because it is just so cool!  I hate when it happens though because, well, it ( Read more... )

I just ate 0.75 lbs. of green beans in the form of green bean casserole.

Heaven, but MAN, I'm a pig.

I just finished my wedding leftovers!  I've been eating spicy chicken rigatoni for 1 week...straight....

Fuck.  Now what am I going to eat?

I'm at a loss.

When my mom went to the barn last night to feed the horses their dinner, she noticed something odd.  Very odd.  All the pitchforks were strewn about the aisle...The radio was on and Mac was in his stall, just chillaxin relaxing all cool and shooting some b-ball outside of the school...well...chillaxing in his stall...without the b-ball...and no ( Read more... )