ink on the ear

i shouldn’t even admit this.

i basically had a zit on my earlobe.  i don’t know how i managed it, but i did.  i say had, because i have demolished it.  and boy was i a champion.  about a half hour after i went to town on it, i looked in the mirror… hm,  i thought to myself… it looks like i managed to get ink on my ear.  except it’s not ink.  i pressed on my earlobe so hard, i managed to bruise it.  and it’s awesome because it’s totally in the shape of my fingers pinching my ear, with the back looking particularly impressive… i might have to take a picture of it.  if it turns out well, expect a post with just that.

bigfoot

you know what i’m excited about?  this bigfoot discovery.  it helps that i only bought a fake bigfoot memoir book about a week ago and have been enjoying it’s nonsense since then.  not only have i been enjoying it, but i have been spreading it’s happiness to all my friends, who then notified me of this major bigfoot news.

tomorrow is the big day for the unveiling.  what would be great is if it’s true – not because it would justify every redneck east of the applachians (sp?), but because i sooo want to go to the bigfoot convention in pa in september… and you know that would just turn that place into a riot.  (noteworthy is that i want to go to the convention for the entertainment…not the belief of bigfoot).  but who knows now, he could be real. HA.

at first sight

i rarely have these types of posts, but i feel compelled to write about this.  partly so my big sis is in the loop and partly because i just have to get it out there. 

there is nothing so intoxicating than when you first meet someone.  there is always just so much to talk about and so much to learn about another person.  now, i should forewarn  – i am not all goo-goo-gaa-gaa about this.  i am just acknowledging how these things work in life.  my more recent situation is just particularly mind-boggling.  it’s as though god cloned me and then turned him into a guy, but then switched up a few things just to make things interesting, like a love for laundry, which i don’t particularly have. 

this new person has fascinated me simply because he is me.

oh let’s go back.  i met him at my friend’s birthday.  we talked at the bar, but it was a great conversation, at least in my drunken state i thought it was great.  i remember the next morning telling my friend how i like this boy.  not as in i want to make babies, but more that i had appreciated his company.  fast-forward 1-2 weeks.  i spent a marvelous time talking with him at a party, after which point he managed to get my number – cool.  we have spent much time since then talking on the phone and it has been fantastic.  there is no limit to the things i want to know, to the things i can comfortably bring up – like ‘do nuts grow on trees?’  i wonder it, i say it.  he asks the most interesting questions, like what are your three favorite foods, and please personify them.   how can you get tired of that?

but then that begs the question… will the conversations eventually revert to your day at work?  i don’t think there is much that bores me more.  that is not the story i want to hear.  unless something ridiculously awesome/hilarious/terrible etc. occurs.  but i do wonder – does the conversation have to become monotonous?  can you find that person that will mentally stimulate you for years to come? 

i don’t expect this person to be the one i end up with for life, but i will have fun talking to him.  when i ended my last relationship, i promised myself to make residency about myself.  i wanted it to be a free decision, and i am relatively determined to hold true to that.  (obviously there were other issues with that relationship, but i digress).

this situation also has it’s positives as he is a friend of my best friend.  i say this because i have begun to question my ability to pick out boys, and after mentioning i liked him, she said she hoped i would.  i definitely think i need to break my pattern, and i believe that i need to steer clear of the doctor types… it’s just a bunch of doods with the napoleon complex.

is it strange that whenever i know thing of napoleon bonaparte, i first think of napoleon dynamite, and his name is so strong in my mind that it takes me a full minute to remember bonaparte?

delinquent

i know i’ve been bad.  but soon, i will be more regular on this bad boy.  unfortunately, it’s that time of year again – and you wouldn’t know what time of year it is because i didn’t have this thing during this time of year.

i won’t try and write all my recent experiences on one post, but will hopefully feature a whole bunch of mini-ones.

let’s start with the end of peds:  thank god it’s over.  while most of my reviews were positive, i have those few laughable ones where those craptacular residents i mentioned gave my  shiteous reviews.  really it was only one review, but she was such a wench that she mad it a pretty bad one.  it’s not even worth reiterating what she didn’t like about me, because it was actually just that she didn’t like me.  she didn’t work with me enough to how i did on the floors, but she was damn sure that i was just actin’ too big for my britches.  that’s right, i said britches.

despite all her best efforts, i managed to wow the clerkship director, who told me that if i honored the shelf i would honor the rotation.  given my previous history, i simply told her that wasn’t gonna happen, but i appreciate her letting me know.  not something you usually say to your clerkship director, but you know…i have spent an entire year busting my ass….why on earth would i start honoring the shelves now?  those tests are set up to reward the students who sit in the library with one thumb up their ass and the other one turning the page of their text book when they should be on the floors interacting with patients.  but i’m not bitter. 

i say that with all humor, because i am not.  i have an invaluable experiences this year that i would not trade for a couple of points on some stupid meaningless test.  i still don’t have the shelf grade yet, but i will say it’s unlikely i honored.  i walked out of it feeling the way i did after family – as in, hey maybe i did honor it… 1 week later – nope.   i’m gonna assume it will just be a repeat.  and honestly, it doesn’t make a difference this year.  it would be one thing if i honored all the shelves or honored a couple, but to suddenly manage one, it’s like, meh big deal.  it looks more like a lucky break than by my own efforts (and it probably would be).

nevertheless, peds is over and i am overjoyed.