Last night was really crazy, and I'll leave it at that for now. Let me just say that I love my roomate, and I'm not sure what I would do without her. Today has involved quite a bit of recovery for both of us and not the diligent studying I had hoped for.
I'm making an executive decision that I can end sentences with prepositions. There is a legend that Winston Churchill shared my disdain this silly rule: "Madame, that is a rule up with which I shall not put." I think he was on to something.
At any rate, today marks the second day in a row that I have seen 5:00PM while still in my pajama pants. These days are typically rare, and although unproductive, I kinda like them (headache aside).
My friend
Brett Hodges. posted a
reply to yesterday's entry (which I also posted on myspace) with a bit of dream interpretation for me. I'm beginning to wonder why I've been having so many dreams lately. I'm not sure how I feel about dreams or about our attempts to figure out what they mean. Obviously there is something going on in my head, but I'm skeptical about trying to extract meaning from something my brain already created. Jenny says dream interpretation stuff is mostly Freudian BS. Still, the subconscious ought not to be taken too lightly. Any ideas?
School is about to get difficult again. I have a quiz this week and then tests the next two. I want to be a doctor because I like the people side of it. Little did I know that I would be required to know so many little details about our bodies.