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The Critic Ummm yeah so I totally wasn't expecting to ever find that...but HOLY CRAP, does that bring back hilarious memories. LMAO LMAO. Thinking about it now, that was a pretty risqué show to be watching as a 9 or 10 year old....we got away with a lot. Especially when the 'rents weren't home. Oh yeah, we used to watch MTV like it was no one's BIDNESS. I remember ESPECIALLY watching when only my grandmother was home during her extended visits because I always thought she didn't know any better about what we were watching. I still think she didn't. Because she never said anything. Hmmm...*strokes chin*
So 'ello! I'm surprised that it's almost been two months since I wrote in here. Though it can never BE two months, since I wrote on the 31st of December and well goshdarnit, there just ain't no 31st of February. And no, I shan't count...ehhh...*sits there counting on her fingers for five minutes like a neanderthal...wait did they even have fingers?!?!?! who cares.* MARCH 3RD as its substitute. I SHANNOT!!!!
But yeah, in conclusion...it been LOOOOONG. Though it felt like yesterday when it was New Years Eve and I wanted to beat Raja's neighbors to a bloody pulp because they were effing loud MORONS. But I restrained mahself ("HOLD ME BACK, HOLD ME BACK" being my mantra...to no one). Good times.
I have a huge headache. Ever since I've been coming home, I get these horrible headaches because my sinuses are stoopit and blah. I haven't been able to taste things properly for the past week (and YES, that IS a life-or-death situation because...I love tasting things. :()
in OTHER news...I wrote all that up there a week ago! Ha, isn't that special? :) No.
I'm just...ugh, I have such a hard time finishing things that I start. (Isn't that a criteria for some personality disorder? I should know that.) No, really, like if something's too difficult, even after a few minutes of trying, I just give up. I mean...why deal with it? Even when I read about OTHER people doing things that take a huge amount of time and effort, I think to myself, "GOD...why don't they just give up? I would." That's why I laugh when people say getting into medical school takes stamina...CLEARLY I don't have any. And CLEARLY...there's a very good reason why I haven't dropped out of that yet...which I'll have to get back to you on at a much later time, perhaps whennnnnnnnnnnnnnn I'm dead. That sounds good.
But yeah, even something so menial and insignificant as this stupid journal entry...I'll just stop writing whenever. I've never stopped in the middle of a word yet, but hey, miracles happen everyday!
In other OTHER news...soooooooooooo glaaaaaaaaad this rotation is like almost over. No, really, I don't like the ER. I don't like emergencies. I can't function in emergencies. Which is a little horrible, yes, but...whatevs. I mean I CAN function...if I know what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing...but most of the time, I DON'T...so...that explains that! I love when people ask what I'm going into, and I say psych, and they say, "OH EM GEE, how can you DO that?" Yeah, well, I think they're sick for wanting to work in the emergency department. Okay, not sick, that's exaggerating...but yes, sick. Plain sick. I just don't...get it. And I don't care.
LAAAAAAA DEEEEE DAAAAAAA!!! I watched Never Let Me Go yesterday...ummm DEPRESSING MUCH? Let me sit here and think about some of the most depressing movies I've seen...or at least ones that put me in a funk for about 7 minutes after they ended. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas (for OBVIOUS reasons...I'm still in shock that that's a children's book. LOL). Ummm...this is hard for some reason. OH! Requiem for a Dream. Okay that wasn't so much depressing as it was...uhhh...I dunno...messed up. BUT SEE WHAT HAPPENS, KIDS? Actually, no, kids shouldn't see what happens because that's an R-rated films and we ALL KNOW children under 17 just won't watch those types of movies. It's...it just ain't happenin. OKAY OKAY bantering aside dehhhhh...oh Seven Pounds (yeah, I guess that was supposed to be more uplifting in a way...but no. I see the glass as half empty. ALWAYS.) OH MAN, The Mist!!! SOOOOOO NOT RIGHT...I don't even remember anything else about the movie, except the ending. It was just THAT INSANE. Oh and DUH, Schindler's List...man oh man oh man. The Stoning of Soraya M. geeeeeeeez...I'm not a queasy person and I love watching all sorts of brutal horrible crap, but THAT...that was kinda hard to watch. And for my own personal I-can-totally-relate-in-that-I'm-totally-ending-up-like-that-one-day-without-the-fancy-lair-and-opera-house...The Phantom of the Opera. But like I said, it's not depressing depressing...it just is to me personally. Ummmmmmmm...that's all I can think of for now. Maybe this will be a spontaneous recurring topic that I'll come back to every 6 months when I make new updates! :-D...or not. *shrugs*
Okay 'nuff of this crap, I'm getting tired of this again. LOL toodles for now!
So 'ello! I'm surprised that it's almost been two months since I wrote in here. Though it can never BE two months, since I wrote on the 31st of December and well goshdarnit, there just ain't no 31st of February. And no, I shan't count...ehhh...*sits there counting on her fingers for five minutes like a neanderthal...wait did they even have fingers?!?!?! who cares.* MARCH 3RD as its substitute. I SHANNOT!!!!
But yeah, in conclusion...it been LOOOOONG. Though it felt like yesterday when it was New Years Eve and I wanted to beat Raja's neighbors to a bloody pulp because they were effing loud MORONS. But I restrained mahself ("HOLD ME BACK, HOLD ME BACK" being my mantra...to no one). Good times.
I have a huge headache. Ever since I've been coming home, I get these horrible headaches because my sinuses are stoopit and blah. I haven't been able to taste things properly for the past week (and YES, that IS a life-or-death situation because...I love tasting things. :()
in OTHER news...I wrote all that up there a week ago! Ha, isn't that special? :) No.
I'm just...ugh, I have such a hard time finishing things that I start. (Isn't that a criteria for some personality disorder? I should know that.) No, really, like if something's too difficult, even after a few minutes of trying, I just give up. I mean...why deal with it? Even when I read about OTHER people doing things that take a huge amount of time and effort, I think to myself, "GOD...why don't they just give up? I would." That's why I laugh when people say getting into medical school takes stamina...CLEARLY I don't have any. And CLEARLY...there's a very good reason why I haven't dropped out of that yet...which I'll have to get back to you on at a much later time, perhaps whennnnnnnnnnnnnnn I'm dead. That sounds good.
But yeah, even something so menial and insignificant as this stupid journal entry...I'll just stop writing whenever. I've never stopped in the middle of a word yet, but hey, miracles happen everyday!
In other OTHER news...soooooooooooo glaaaaaaaaad this rotation is like almost over. No, really, I don't like the ER. I don't like emergencies. I can't function in emergencies. Which is a little horrible, yes, but...whatevs. I mean I CAN function...if I know what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing...but most of the time, I DON'T...so...that explains that! I love when people ask what I'm going into, and I say psych, and they say, "OH EM GEE, how can you DO that?" Yeah, well, I think they're sick for wanting to work in the emergency department. Okay, not sick, that's exaggerating...but yes, sick. Plain sick. I just don't...get it. And I don't care.
LAAAAAAA DEEEEE DAAAAAAA!!! I watched Never Let Me Go yesterday...ummm DEPRESSING MUCH? Let me sit here and think about some of the most depressing movies I've seen...or at least ones that put me in a funk for about 7 minutes after they ended. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas (for OBVIOUS reasons...I'm still in shock that that's a children's book. LOL). Ummm...this is hard for some reason. OH! Requiem for a Dream. Okay that wasn't so much depressing as it was...uhhh...I dunno...messed up. BUT SEE WHAT HAPPENS, KIDS? Actually, no, kids shouldn't see what happens because that's an R-rated films and we ALL KNOW children under 17 just won't watch those types of movies. It's...it just ain't happenin. OKAY OKAY bantering aside dehhhhh...oh Seven Pounds (yeah, I guess that was supposed to be more uplifting in a way...but no. I see the glass as half empty. ALWAYS.) OH MAN, The Mist!!! SOOOOOO NOT RIGHT...I don't even remember anything else about the movie, except the ending. It was just THAT INSANE. Oh and DUH, Schindler's List...man oh man oh man. The Stoning of Soraya M. geeeeeeeez...I'm not a queasy person and I love watching all sorts of brutal horrible crap, but THAT...that was kinda hard to watch. And for my own personal I-can-totally-relate-in-that-I'm-totally-ending-up-like-that-one-day-without-the-fancy-lair-and-opera-house...The Phantom of the Opera. But like I said, it's not depressing depressing...it just is to me personally. Ummmmmmmm...that's all I can think of for now. Maybe this will be a spontaneous recurring topic that I'll come back to every 6 months when I make new updates! :-D...or not. *shrugs*
Okay 'nuff of this crap, I'm getting tired of this again. LOL toodles for now!