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Friday, April 27th, 2007
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2:14 am
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As of yesterday I am no longer a med student.
I am a Doctor.
And I feel like one too.
What a trip it turned out to be.
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| Sunday, February 26th, 2006
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10:25 pm - No, seriously Heather....
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Had my OBGYN midterm on friday. We decided that next time, we're going to ask the teacher to at least give us some chocolates before he gives it to us up the ass. Or at least to change his current prefference of condom, which just happens to be sandpaper.
Sweet baby Jesus, the mule, the donkey and everybody else in the manger, that was one hard test. I'm all episiotomied out.
It was a hundred questions, plus, we only had an hour to fill it out. I didn't even read the answers on a couple of them, I just put C and prayed to the gods of the 25% to be with me on that one.
More later, must study for neonate test.
First pediatrics, then OBGYN, now neonate.
It's like they're testing my will to procreate.
current mood: out of CERVYX!!!! get it!??!?!
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| Monday, February 20th, 2006
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9:33 pm
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So, I totalled my car. (1999 jeep grand cherokee)
Stupid kid ran a stop sign.
I managed to hit him and a lamp post.
Even my thoughts hurt.
And I have a test tomorrow. Im so wibly I can't even think straight.
And the little cocksucker didn't even have a license.
So, I totalled my car.
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| Monday, February 6th, 2006
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10:38 pm - Hmm....
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It is so obviously not the nineties, but I'm going through this sushi obsession like its 1999.
Sweet death.. thy name is panko.
current mood: ravenous
current music: Pearl Jam -Yellow Ledbetter
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| Saturday, January 7th, 2006
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4:10 am - ...
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I'm officially four quarters away from graduating. M.D. baby! I still have no idea what I want to do after I'm done, I was thinking about becoming a pediatrician, but I'm not sure, pediatric rotations start next tuesday so Im guessing that by the end of this quarter I'll know for sure. I hope. I should make up my mind already so I can start studying for the USMLE, if I go to the states, that is. There's still europe, which I find a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. Nu-uh.
I Would've rather been a writer. Or a superhero.
Today for the first time in years I spoke on the phone with the former love of my life (before ex-boyfriend unit) I think I may have bruised my pancreas from laughing. I love that boy to pieces, always will. I guess you never really stop loving someone, when you really love that is. I'm not in love with him, but I care for him more than I care for most people. I feel the same about the ex-boyfriend unit, things are shot to shit right now, and I really don't ever see the possibility of us talking ever again, but I will always love him. Always.
And I never want to fall in love again.
current mood:  contemplative
current music: Counting Crows-All my friends
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| Monday, December 26th, 2005
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10:54 pm - Uhm.... I'm.... back?
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I've kept up in a silent lurky way. I swear.
Real life got in the way a bit there, and oh yeah, my then boyfriend got into my blurty and read all my private posts and whatnot. Yes that was fun, fun, fun. Fortunately I now date men, not boys.
Regular posting will be resumed.
I swear.
current mood:  flirty
current music: Bjork - Joga
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| Saturday, April 3rd, 2004
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1:58 pm - I am no trifling thing
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This chick from Noel's class sent him a text message that read "sweet dreams". Uh, pardon me? Keep in mind that spanish is my country's first language and the fact that he's only known her for two months. I had known him for 6 years when we started dating and even then I didn't send him such things. Hell, when I started college three other guys from my school went into pre-med with me, and never once did I send any of them such a thing. Not even when we all finished studying together for a 7 am Chem. II test at 4:30 in the morning. And I've known these people since the first grade, they've seen me through braces, puberty, bad haircuts, you name it. This just incenses me so. Its such a flagrant invasion of my territory.
The bad part is, that as much as I would like to drop kick her and her text messaging go lucky fingers while saying "I know where your spleen is" in my best Kathleen Turner voice, I can't. Because I am a lady, and so not on her same level. So Noel has gotten the better part of my wrath.
I can normally control my jealous fits and what not. I know I can be idealistic sometimes and expect too much of people depending on how I would act in those situations. But fuck that, it's not her place.
Women.
current mood:  angry
current music: Mixtape-Butch Walker
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| Saturday, February 28th, 2004
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4:15 am - Hark! A silver lining!
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The complete Jem series will be released on DVD next month.
*Gets down with bad self*
 grayeyes dear, your icon is absolutely faboo, as per usual.
current mood: Truly outrageous!
current music: Time Is Runnin' Out-Jem and the Holograms
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| Tuesday, February 10th, 2004
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11:57 pm - Mish-mash melee
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-I am the internet search master. Like She-ra only without the cheekbones and blonde hair. And pretty much anything else, but it's my journal so nyah.
- The base of my skull feels as if it were made of lead.
-Cry-baby is seriously one of my favorite movies ever. Musically delicious.
-grayeyes When I saw the cover of the sephora spring catalog, I was instantly reminded of you and your beyond gorgeous icons.
-I'm doing clinical research for pathology I right now, I feel so studious.
-I've been up since 7-am
-Im plum tuckered out
Today's subject was brought to you by a My little pony episode.
current mood:  sick
current music: Crybaby - King Cry Baby .mp3
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| Sunday, February 8th, 2004
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6:43 am - Hell is..
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A 20 hour migraine. And of course me being the lucky soul that I am, I get the Linda Hamilton of migraines, every step sent jolts of pain from the ground up. This migraine was not going to succumb to any type of medication, prescription or not, it didn't even flinch, which is why I spent the better part of the morning submerged in hot water, my tub was my own personal womb, minus the icky stuff of course. How bad was it you ask? well, let me put it this way: Veruca was babying me. Yes, Veruca, devil's spawn in little sister's clothing, that Veruca. She even called the pharmacy and asked, nay , demanded they send over some decent migraine medicine, because that weak shit they sent over last time just would not do. She even paid for it. My little sister rocks.
Hell? Frozen solid, thanks for asking.
current mood:  groggy
current music: The Package-A Perfect Circle
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| Sunday, January 18th, 2004
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4:46 pm - Well, bust my legs and call me stumpy!
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As I was posting a comment to the verbose and witty graachy, I realized that this is my last semester as a first year med student. The year went by kind of fast don't you think? But looking at my 2003 blurty calendar you can see where I started getting busier, also, my insomnia went away, which just shows that I need some type of routine in my life to keep me sane.
All in all, it was a good first year, I think I only got borderline hysterical once, while studying for the embryo final, luckily the boyfriend was there to slay the vicious anxiety monster, like the knight in shining armor that he is, just when I think I cant love that boy more, he proves me wrong. Every time.
And, as I was writing this riveting (I'm sure) entry, my background image decided to put in an appearance, fashionably late, as it were. It goes with my new user pictures a collection I have named "heroine chic" (get it?), because the original title I came up with "No nuts, no prostate, no problem" just didn't roll off the tongue as easily. Pity.
current mood:  awake
current music: Good Love Never Dies-Liz Phair
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| Thursday, January 8th, 2004
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5:30 am - First post of the new year...
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So, has anybody seen my background? I seem to have misplaced it. It's annoying really, I spent hours on it, only to post it and not have it show up on the damned screen. Vexing, that.
I switched clients again, I'm back with old quasi-dependable ijournal, phoenix was rubbing me the wrong way, I had to open up a separate program to do a spellcheck, which then took forever and two root canals. Frustrating, that.
I was watching a movie with the maternal unit (I'm not going to say which because, it is too embarrassing even for me, cower mere mortals!), my eyes were almost springing a leak when I looked over and the maternal unit was bawling, bawling I tell you. Out of all the things my mother could have passed on to me, Sheesh. Perplexing, that.
Veruca suggested I get botox on my worry wrinkle. That bitch (I mean that lovingly I swear). I then had to explain to her that wrinkles aren't an evil thing, I have a laugh line that looks like my worry wrinkle, So I smile just as much as I frown, so they cancel each other out, I think they give my face character, plus, they're tiny. So piss off, Veruca. I was the bigger person though, and didn't point out that she got the borderline hirsutism gene in the genetic lottery. Evil, that.
My,what a boring post that was.
current mood: angry
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| Friday, December 26th, 2003
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8:29 pm - So this is christmas.....
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Have a very (belated) merry christmas everybody.
If you've been reading any of the drivel I put forth, you might have come to the conclusion that I am a very large child. This is very true, I think college did that to me, in high school I was always trying to be miss maturiosity and glaciosity, after I got out, I became the biggest goof ball ever, it balances me out I think, It's how I deal with the things I learn.
Yet, it didn't feel like christmas this year, it came and went, and I didn't get that feeling in my chest, the one that makes me feel as if I'm going to burst of pure unadulterated joy. Also, my older sister moved two provinces over and wasn't with us when, my dad, veruca and I went to the cementery to visit my paternal grandmother, we've done this every christmas eve, since she passed away, and this year it felt odd just the three of us standing there.
I don't know, maybe I'm growing up. And besides where's the fun in unwrapping something when you already know what's inside?
I'm going to send an in house memo next year, stating that I don't want to know what they got me, I want it under the tree after I've gone to bed, so I can wake up christmas morning and find them under the tree as god intended. Damn it.
Another memo will be sent to the family reinstating the sit-down dinner, after my grandma sold her house because it was too big for her and moved to an apartment, we usually serve ourselves then sit down to eat wherever there's room, it sounds worse than it is, because it actually works, but everybody is too busy balancing a plate on their lap to talk like we used to. And damn it, I never graduated from the kids table.
On the bright side, grandma made the best turkey ever this year, it was juicy, tender and oh so succulent. And don't get me started about the gravy, or the ham, or anything else on hat table. this was seriously the best chrimboli dinner ever. I had some turkey today, and in spite of being reheated it was still yummy to boot.
Christmas isn't over here yet, because we also get presents from the Three wise men on the 6th. Us latin people don't know the meaning of the word enough.
By the by, one year ago today, the boyfriend unit became the boyfriend unit. *melts into the ubiquitous smooshy love puddle*
I just felt a twinge of that old Christmas joy in my chest.
My very best wishes to you all.
current music: Alvin & the Chipmunks: The Christmas Song
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| Thursday, December 18th, 2003
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4:29 pm - Like the tide, the moon and PMS, the O returns!
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I am currently one final away from Christmas break, A.K.A three lovely weeks of slothy goodness. I've been taking tests for three weeks straight (possibly four, I may be repressing one) and I am so over it, it isn't even funny, the straight A's I had at the end of midterms have sadly gone the way of the caribou, well, some remain, but for the most part its B's, and possibly one C, after that evil neuroanatomy final from tartarus. Yet, my neuroanatomy lab final grade was 90%, that's the same grade I got on the anatomy II lab final, so I still rule you with my ruley pants. Also, latex gloves make my hands all itchy, so no soup for them.
I drew blood from my lab partner in physio (no bruising or anything!) and she returned the favor. We put our samples in the centrifuge and I discovered that I, in fact do Not have anaemia as I had been suspecting, turns out the reason I had been feeling so icky is that I am Wimpy Mcwimperson.
The day before yesterday, I was studying neuroanatomy while watching Charlie's angels: full throttle, which makes me a super hero of sorts. The only thing I liked about that movie was Crispin Glover, because A) his name is crispin. B) he's Marty Mcfly's dad. C) he looked so cool with the complexion/suit/hair combo. and finally D) he had no lines, just the odd screech here and there. So hooray for crispin.
I have a confession to make, I like pink. (THE COLOR! not her *shudder*) It makes my under eye circles disappear and makes me generally more peppy, and we all know, a peppy O is a happy O, I still hate cheerios though, well maybe not the honey nut ones. (el cheapo pun, je sais.) I own a pair of pointy-toed fuchsia stilettos which I refer to as my jem and the holograms shoes, the go perfectly with my ruley pants.
Also:
Reason # 123,125,885,100,125,235,000,123,001.001 why I love my boyfriend :
He used the phrase "some of the lines don't have true iambic pentameter form " and meant it. So sexy. *melts into a smooshy puddle of lurve*
And on the unrelated front: I love action figures. Only the new He-man ones though. So pretty.
The spellcheck on this new client took forever and two ice ages. Im starting to miss dear old quasi-dependable ijournal.
current mood: sore
current music: Bjork: It's not up to you
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| Wednesday, November 26th, 2003
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1:10 pm - In which our heroine shows the true color of her wool....
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Fuchsia.
I pilfered this from grayeyes *waves*
"Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post more than once, if you'd like. Then, put this in your Blurty to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your Blurty) have to say."
I'm off to take yet another anatomy test, 'tis a cycle that has no end.
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| Tuesday, November 18th, 2003
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4:08 pm - Oh, Simon LeBon, I get you now...
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I'm hungry.
Hungry like the wolf.
So my midterm grades are in and I managed A's across the board. Im positively bursting with glee, but those grades will change after finals, I just know it, but I feel good nonetheless.
My boyfriend gave me a flower, and I turned into a pile of mush. Ah, love, it's so smooshy.
Did anybody else like Dreamcatcher too? I don't want to read the book because the movie had me this | | close to crying, and i am really not kidding. Oh Duddits. *snif*
current mood: tired
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| Sunday, November 16th, 2003
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11:24 pm - Much with the jubilation
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| Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
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12:04 pm - It's just a phase tand I'm waiting for it to be over soon...
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What can one do, when their best just isn't good enough? What can I do when I feel my hearts in a vise and I cant even breathe? Nothing, so I'll just sit here and cry until the tide passes.
current mood: crushed
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| Monday, November 10th, 2003
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7:46 pm - Some people have all the luck...
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My two best friends (besides the boyfriend unit of course) are one semester ahead of me in medschool, and do you know what happened in their Physio II lab last week?
They broke out into a spontaneous song, at the top of their lungs no less. And not just them, oho no! We're talking about the whole lab.
Those bastards. Again, fate has dealt me a cruel hand.
current mood: aggravated
current music: Air- playground love
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| Sunday, November 9th, 2003
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6:04 pm
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Anybody have any plotting tips? Oh nano, you will be the end of me.
And now, an open letter for your enjoyment:
Dear biostatistics proffesor:
95.5.
As in, my mid-term grade.
Vindictively yours
Percy
P.S. Neener-neener, bitch.
current mood:  satisfied
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