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| finished my last test. finished the first two years of medical school!!
didn't fail anything. go me.
made a semi-painful phone call today.
a month of intense studying is coming up. rawk. | comments: 23 bruises or beat me   |
| | i need to buy memory sticks. anyone know of any good deals? | | comments: 4 bruises or beat me |
| i'm.so.fucked.
i should drop out of med school like, right now.
or take another year to study for boards. whichever comes first. | | comments: 2 bruises or beat me |
| this is from almost a year ago. barry and i went dumpster diving looking for boxes for me to pack up my stuff.
stupid how this stupid stupid picture makes me nostalgic.
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| | so far, i think i am the only person who has failed the communications portion of our csa... how is this possible?? | | comments: beat me |
| no more tongue ring.
i've got a test in about an hour. nervous, kinda. but like, 80% of people fail it, so whatever.
is there any way to get cute high heeled shoes to be comfortable? | | comments: 6 bruises or beat me |
| i tend to fixate.
but i know i'm neurotic.
now i'm fixating on taking out my tongue ring.
should i do it? | | comments: 2 bruises or beat me |
| | what a fucking fucking waste of time. it makes me so angry when i'm stuck doing some dumb shit for like, 6 hours. when i should have only been there for 2. | | comments: 1 bruise or beat me |
| i thought about changing the layout to my journal. but it takes too much time. but i'm bored with mine. i need more vibrancy. blah.
i freaked out cause richard was supposed to come over last night, and when i called him he never responded. he finally called me around 1 in the morning. apparently some girl on the street just asked him to go to the cubs game with her, and so he did, then went to somebody's apartment for drinks. what? well, whatever. | | comments: 2 bruises or beat me |
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i got my hair colored. it's more red than in the picture. i like it. at least, i think i do. the other part of me is thinking, holy shit, i'm turning uber-asian. | | comments: 13 bruises or beat me |
| | in celebration of this weekend's fabulous weather, i went to have a pedicure/manicure. and of course, i've already ripped out a big chunk of the polish on my thumb. oops. but i swear, the guy was hitting on me. | | comments: beat me |
| | amy and i went to celebrate easter at grand lux. my old manager took everything off the bill but $9. free food rocks. | | comments: beat me |
| | i made things a hell of a lot worse today. | | comments: beat me |
| | after our vg site visit, fernando and i went to eat at this vietnamese place on belmont. it was fucking good. pho, how i've missed you. | | comments: 16 bruises or beat me |
| | matt asked me to be a model for a painting, so i went there today. i'm really excited by it. it's a girl, who's sitting down, really kinda tough girl-like, and one hand is grabbing onto the other wrist, and the extended hand is giving the bird. i'm really curious to see how this will turn out. | | comments: beat me |
| | i'm getting to this point in my life where i'm like, dude, you don't have a job/don't know what you're doing with life? ugh. time to move on. | | comments: 3 bruises or beat me |
| so for those of you who were wondering...
the lady that i did the pelvic exam was having her period. i had to look in her bloody gash. wonderful. | | comments: 6 bruises or beat me |
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