I've been given my birthday gift from my family a tad early -- tickets to see Chelsea Handler at the Tower Theater on 4/17! (Day before my birthday.) My sister wants us to be our witty charming selves so she'll put us on TV. I say my sister has her bones shortened, as I think she'll have better odds that way.
I went dress shopping today, which is so not my thing. Came home with two, and I've got one on hold to get more opinions on tomorrow (also, I know boobs are fun, but when you have to fit them into a dress, they become SO MUCH LESS FUN; it's a fucking pain in the ass). There's a winter formal in a few weeks -- they reeled us in with the proposition of an open bar (and $15 tickets), and then they changed it to $7 drinks. Which means flasks will be hidden in cleavage.
My current clinical instructor's insanely inappropriate. On the first day, he stressed the importance of taking a lunch break and went on to say that if you don't take care of yourself, you can't take care of others, and that's how you become single mothers (um...... what?). He's also a pro at making sweeping generalizations, such as, "I'm sure he goes down to his basement to watch TV and smoke every night, like all Italian's do -- it's a fact!" Thank god I only have a total of 48 hours with him (24 down).
And, apparently
house_cuddy is under the dictatorship of an immature and egotistical dick who appears to be on the rag. Can we send Chase after him?