New York Medical College is requesting a secondary application from me.
Return from whence you came!
Where is my mind?
Hello, Passion Pit!
Passion Pit - I’ll Be Alright
Also, the video makes me feel strange.
How long has it been? Shall we get into it again?
I won’t waste your time with my revelation.
Guess who’s back, back again.
Davies (Davys? Dayvies? I dunno.) back, tell a friend.
Two quick things for now, and I swear, I’ll update you more often.
One, I got a 34 on the MCAT. After getting kicked out.
Suck on that, parents.
Although, my mom kept asking me what I got, and after I told her, she said she thinks I could have gotten a 38 had I only studied harder.
Two, all I want in life is to have enough people care about me enough (department of redundancy department, anyone?) that if I were to/when I jump off a balcony, I could safely crowdsurf. À la:
Just under 13 hours until the biggest test of my life.
I’m so terribly fucked.
Also, I got kicked out of my house, but more on that later.
Possibly while fucked up tonight.
Last night I achieved the ever elusive black out.
I guess I was punching walls all night, because my knuckles really hurt, and my suspicions were confirmed by a friend.
Woke up still drunk and got breakfast.
Then re-passed out.
Recovery took nearly all day, then some hoopz and GLOW BOWLING.
We got there and had to wait almost an hour, but literally as soon as we got our shoes strapped on, the lights turned off and the lights came on.
Smelly people really bum me out. Especially in fitting rooms. When I have to go in after them. An enclosed space with little to no ventilation or air flow? Not ideal.
When I do encounter this way-too-common scenario, I actually make it a point to look into the mirror and make an ugly face, just so at least someone can see the look of disgust the smell is causing (the fact that it’s actually just me seeing the look of disgust in my reflection doesn’t change anything).
Two days ago, while I was closing a car door, my thumb decided to sneak in between the door and the frame as they were coming together at a rather high speed. That ended with me hunched over and then in the fetal position, trying my damnedest to not scream out curses to the heavens. I rolled around on the ground clutching my thumb and groaning for maybe about five minutes. Then this guy saunters over and yells to see if I was okay. Nice gesture. Turns out he was a friend that i hadn’t seen it like… seven years? Well, I had seen him once or twice in passing (while I was at my aforementioned work), but I hadn’t really seen him for any meaningful period of time or activity for quite some time. Then we met up with some others and got druuunk.
Oh, but back to the point. I can’t use or move my thumb, and if anything moves or touches it, a searing pain shoots through it like lightning. There is a spreading darkness under the nail bed, and I have it on good authority that my thumb nail has set its course for falling off. Cool.
But buttoning buttons without using thumbs is an exercise in looking like a dinosaur. Seriously. Try it.
Finals are the worst. So close to done. So little sleep. I can barely think right now, which doesn’t bode well for the final I have in an hour and a half. Or for the one I just took, for that matter. I hope you all are having better luck than I am!
I’ve been cheating on you, grumblrr.
One for specifically drunk posts. They’ll be more substantial/less trivial at some point, I swear.