It's 5:52 and I've given myself until 6:00 to blog. Then I have to get back to organic chemistry.

Oh God. The pressure. What to talk about...

Today I scrapped my personal statement for the third time and wrote a whole new draft. This one might actually be okay. The others were hideous. The hardest part of this process for me has been looking back on my entertainment jobs without being wholly repulsed. I just don't like thinking about most of those jobs. BLUGH! I met with a biology prof last week and he said "You really need to articulate what you learned in those jobs and how those lessons apply to a career in medicine."

Well... let's see. What did I learn? Uh... I learned the most efficient way to ship a box containing sixty pair of underwear and socks from Los Angeles to Prague so some weirdo actor wouldn't have to have his precious undergarments washed in a (GASP!) public laundromat. I learned how to order a refrigerator and have it delivered to a New York City apartment and have the old one hauled away even when the new refrigerator was too large to fit through the hallway and so had to be lifted in through a window -- all of which was coordinated from Los Angeles with no one on the ground in New York to help. I learned how to arrange cash payments for a now-indicted private investigator so he could dig up dirt on some producers. I learned how to insert an estrogen ring into a vagina and then keep track of when it needed to be changed. And then I learned how to summon the will to remind my boss when to take the ring out of her vagina and explain (again) how to insert the new one.

And, no, I do not want to be a gynecologist. Although I guess that last one is the least un-applicable.

(Suddenly studying organic chemistry doesn't seem so bad.)