Hourly Updates
11:57 -- I'm stuck in the library. I have this heinous prelab for organic chemistry that's due at 6:00 and I've got to study for tomorrow's physics test. So I'm doing 15 minutes of o-chem, 35 minutes of physics, and 10 minutes of blogging from 11am-6pm. Watch as I get grumpier and grumpier!
12:47 -- Okay, so I'm a little early. But I was at a good stopping point. I did get some work done, but I've also been very distracted by thoughts of this story. He stuck the phone in his butt and then had his friend call him??? It's very intriguing to me, this story. I'm picturing Gavin Henson (whom I personally find repulsive but whose hairstyle screams "I LOVE VIBRATING PHONES IN MY ASS!"... don't you agree?). Plus, there's the whole Charlotte Church schadenfreude factor. She just seems like a jerk and I can't stand her voice and I'd love it if video came out of her boyfriend with a -- fuck, I have to get back to work now. See? This story's very distracting.
SIDE NOTE: There's this oddball at the computer station next to me who, instead of having three different web browser windows open on his screen, is using three different computers at the same time. He clicks on one thing, then leans over to another computer to click on something else... are you fucking kidding me?
1:50 -- I really have to pee, but I don't want to have to pack up all my stuff. And I can 't trust these USC fuckers. Sticky-fingered little pricks.
Oh how I love the coffee high... that insane feeling I get that I can do absolutely anything. I drink a big tall cup of coffee and suddenly I'm making plans to volunteer at a food bank, start studying for the MCAT six months early, apply for a dozen lab jobs, read ahead in chemistry and mentor an abused child. Then comes the post-post coffee crash... when I realize I can't even finish my prelab by 6:00, so I give up and masturbate in the library bathroom. (Currently I'm on the cusp of that crash, so I'm going to try to hold off the j/o session until 4:00. Or maybe I'll walk to Starbuck's.)
2:49 -- Okay, I took the hour off to work on my much-dreaded personal statement. Try writing something like that without using anything that sounds as stupid as "I really want to help people" and without exploiting personal family illnesses. Not that it isn't legitimate to say you want to be a doctor because your mom had cancer... but it does sound cheap and manipulative. And, unfortunately, it's not true in my case. I mean, my mom did have cancer and that's COMPLETELY unfortunate; it just didn't make me want to be a doctor. I have a lot of good reasons, but they all sound so unbelievably embarrassing when I say them outloud. I have to meet with a professor tomorrow and he wants a copy of this thing before he'll agree to write me a letter of recommendation. I should have done this when I was high on caffeine.
3:48 -- I know I predicted it just two hours ago... but the coffee crash is here and it's not very pleasant. My prelab took a turn for the worse (suddenly we're doing calculus - natural logs and crap that doesn't make a lick of sense to me) and it's hot in the library and I never heard back about that job I applied for last week and so I wrote an email to the woman who interviewed me and now I feel like a bit of a loser. I'd go j/o in the bathroom, but there's always someone pooping in there and I'm not good at stroking it while standing up anyway. And, besides, I feel too depressed right now to get aroused.
I guess I'll go get an espresso and look for a TA who can help me with this prelab crap. So this is the end of the updates for today. That was fun, wasn't it?
12:47 -- Okay, so I'm a little early. But I was at a good stopping point. I did get some work done, but I've also been very distracted by thoughts of this story. He stuck the phone in his butt and then had his friend call him??? It's very intriguing to me, this story. I'm picturing Gavin Henson (whom I personally find repulsive but whose hairstyle screams "I LOVE VIBRATING PHONES IN MY ASS!"... don't you agree?). Plus, there's the whole Charlotte Church schadenfreude factor. She just seems like a jerk and I can't stand her voice and I'd love it if video came out of her boyfriend with a -- fuck, I have to get back to work now. See? This story's very distracting.
SIDE NOTE: There's this oddball at the computer station next to me who, instead of having three different web browser windows open on his screen, is using three different computers at the same time. He clicks on one thing, then leans over to another computer to click on something else... are you fucking kidding me?
1:50 -- I really have to pee, but I don't want to have to pack up all my stuff. And I can 't trust these USC fuckers. Sticky-fingered little pricks.
Oh how I love the coffee high... that insane feeling I get that I can do absolutely anything. I drink a big tall cup of coffee and suddenly I'm making plans to volunteer at a food bank, start studying for the MCAT six months early, apply for a dozen lab jobs, read ahead in chemistry and mentor an abused child. Then comes the post-post coffee crash... when I realize I can't even finish my prelab by 6:00, so I give up and masturbate in the library bathroom. (Currently I'm on the cusp of that crash, so I'm going to try to hold off the j/o session until 4:00. Or maybe I'll walk to Starbuck's.)
2:49 -- Okay, I took the hour off to work on my much-dreaded personal statement. Try writing something like that without using anything that sounds as stupid as "I really want to help people" and without exploiting personal family illnesses. Not that it isn't legitimate to say you want to be a doctor because your mom had cancer... but it does sound cheap and manipulative. And, unfortunately, it's not true in my case. I mean, my mom did have cancer and that's COMPLETELY unfortunate; it just didn't make me want to be a doctor. I have a lot of good reasons, but they all sound so unbelievably embarrassing when I say them outloud. I have to meet with a professor tomorrow and he wants a copy of this thing before he'll agree to write me a letter of recommendation. I should have done this when I was high on caffeine.
3:48 -- I know I predicted it just two hours ago... but the coffee crash is here and it's not very pleasant. My prelab took a turn for the worse (suddenly we're doing calculus - natural logs and crap that doesn't make a lick of sense to me) and it's hot in the library and I never heard back about that job I applied for last week and so I wrote an email to the woman who interviewed me and now I feel like a bit of a loser. I'd go j/o in the bathroom, but there's always someone pooping in there and I'm not good at stroking it while standing up anyway. And, besides, I feel too depressed right now to get aroused.
I guess I'll go get an espresso and look for a TA who can help me with this prelab crap. So this is the end of the updates for today. That was fun, wasn't it?
Labels: MCAT, Medical School, Postbacc Program, Sex
3 Comments:
im not that happy wit this new lay out. why are those poor animals stuffed and who took their photo?
Well, Jana, thanks for the comment. Those animals are not stuffed. It's a statue at Huntington Library.
Dude... back away from the caffeine! ;-)
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