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| so, I don't know if you guys are still out there... but I'm going to post something anyway. In the past few weeks, I passed boards, got a job, ungot a job, then got a different job. I start on Monday. I'm very excited. I'm unsure of re-entering the working world. I'd rather not, but it seems like the thing to do. I will wear a fancy lab coat and write prescriptions. I am a real live grown up. What is happening to me??? | | |
| I've done a lot of stuff since my last post, but most of you either don't care, or already know what those things are. So here's what's going on right now... I am doggy sitting for a friend. The dog's name is Miko and she is more like a rat or squirrel than a dog. She weighs less than two pounds. We brought her to the house and were very interested to see oscar's reaction. He is socially inept and does not like other dogs. we thought he might eat miko. Instead, miko tried to attack oscar, and almost won, but we seperated them. Now miko is sitting on the couch with us like she rules the place. Oscar has retreated to the bedroom and is sitting on a pillow, scared and pouting. Okay, I realize that this post is lame to anyone who does not own a dog. But I have no life, and this bit of doggy drama has been the highlight of my week. | | |
| Josh already stole most of my thunder about our recent activities, but that's okay. He says things better and funnier than I do. Luckily, I'm really really really good looking, otherwise I might be jealous of all of his amazing talents. So to sum up recent events, I finished the 18th grade. I have one semester left (this summer) and will be finished with my degree in August. Hopefully this will be my last degree ever. But I would't count on it. I like school. I am so enjoying life right now! I accomplished a major life goal of running the half marathon. I hate running and am really bad at it. So running 13.1 miles and enjoying it was the greatest feeling I've experienced in a while. Also, I finished a four month clinical rotation and have a couple weeks off until I start the summer semester. I've been able to go to the pool a couple times and enjoy the sun. It's so nice to have a break! I'm going to jazz fest on friday. Hopefully N'awlins can handle me!! that's all. Josh said the rest of the stuff about getting to see lots of people. I liked that too! | | |
| Question?? Is it ever okay to be on your cell phone at the gym? answer: NO!! Turn that s@#t off! Maybe it's the fact that I work out at Vandy, but I swear the cell phone talkers are attracted to me like narcotic seekers are at work. It's ridiculous. There's a "type" of girl (and yes, it's almost always a girl) who talks on the phone. She's blond, tall, thin, wearing tiny shorts, and on an eliptical. She walks up to the said eliptical, pink razor cell in hand, blabidy blahing all the way to the open machine next to me. I hope and pray she will realize how annoying this is to a fellow exerciser and abort the conversation before beginning the workout. I give cold glances to let her know I hear her. Oblivious to my hatred, she'll "start her workout" all the while continuing to talk about the most recent frat party, what to wear out that night, and who's boyfriend is acting shady. She will talk loud enough that I can hear her over my mp3 player. I am angry. Next, she hangs up, and immediately calls someone else and repeats this entire conversation. When she runs out of people to call, she'll begin texting, oblivious to the dirty looks i'm shooting through the mirror. There are so many things wrong with gym cell phone talkers besides the obvious "it's rude" argument. Going to the gym is "me" time. i don't want to be annoyed at your dumb voice. I want to be annoyed at my belly pooch and work it off. Also, if you are able to have a conversation during your workout, you aren't accomplishing much. Naturally, the girls who do this nasty deed don't eat and/or have high metabolism so aren't really in need of the caloric burning. however, I am. and you're distracting me. So until you convince daddy to buy you your own eliptical to put in your fancy condo on West End- shut the F@#% up, or don't come to the gym.
In a related story, a lady ran the wrong way around the outdoor tract for an entire hour tonight. She didn't seem to mind that EVERYONE ELSE was running in the opposite direction. The evil glances and angry whispers didn't deter- nor did the fact that everyone had to get out of her way. It was a safety hazard if you ask me. But really... Who does that? I bet she talks on her cell phone at the gym...
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| Xanga'ers never say die!! right guys???
Oh well, I'm a big xanga slacker too. Or maybe just a life slacker with nothing to report.
Turns out school never changes. Even when you're an old fart, they still make you write BS papers about BS topics that don't mean a damn thing. The only thing that changes is that they require you to find another guy who wrote a BS paper, so you can use his BS information as a reference in order to legitimize your BS writing. Seems okay to me.
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