As much as I have been in a state of complete misery for the past weeks, now is not the time to be sad. It is time to pack and get on the plane.

I'm watching it all happen, I will continue to watch.

I love working out. I do it every day (almost), every kind: running, swimming, cross-training, yoga. It's becoming a bit of an addiction. A friend of mine is on a giant healthy kick too, we've both been going since Christmas time. She has lost almost 30 pounds, and looks amazing, I'm really proud of her. We've kept each other extremely motivated, ( Read more... )

I had my first med school interview yesterday, in Glasgow (the first choice). To say I was brickin it is an understatement. Paul took the day off, went with me and carried all my stuff and brought me a change of clothes for afterwards. What a gem ( Read more... )

I got a med school rejection today. It hurt. Wasn't my first choice, but still...I didn't even get an interview.
I did get an interview in Glasgow, my first choice. I should be happy about this but still somehow feel like a giant failure.

The brutality of med school applications is over.
I'm taking a nap.

I know people say this all the time, but it's amazing how far you end up from the places and situations you thought you were going to be in, or hoped anyway. I'm simultaneously quite happy, but sad as well. I'm very lucky to have met Paul, he's not the kind of person that I thought I would be with, but maybe that's a good thing. He took care of me ( Read more... )

It's good.
real good.

I like someone, I think.
I can't tell if he likes me. I can't tell.
but ugh, i've been hung up way too long on someone who will never look my way again.
It's nice to just like someone.
Oh, but he's 41.
We'll see what happens.

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