(no subject)
I am so confused with what day it is. It's Saturday, but it feels like it should be Monday and yeah. No idea.
On Monday I have an eye exam, for the first time since the whole crazy eye thing back in sophmore year (remember? when I was going to the eye doctor everyday, then every other day, then at least once a week for about three months?) when Dr. Howard and Dr. Kreuger brought me up at a medical conference, which is never good. Anyway, I'm going because next week, Dr. Kreuger is going to another practice or something, and Dr. Howard (who gave me my first pair of glasses back when I was three years old, when I was cross-eyed) is retiring. This means that I can get a new pair of glasses! Praise be!
Then on Tuesday when I go to volunteering I have to get a TB test. Which is going to suck. So whatever. I hate TB tests, because I always react more than normal, but not enough to prove I have TB, because I don't. And I always feel like I should be coughing up blood like Satine.
Arg. UF essays. I need to get them done. That and the mini-essay about volunteering hours, and the little personality thing for the counsellors (or whatever the proper spelling is) and Khausinau need to write me a recommendation. Aaaaaarg can't I stay here forever? I don't need advanced edumacation.
On Monday I have an eye exam, for the first time since the whole crazy eye thing back in sophmore year (remember? when I was going to the eye doctor everyday, then every other day, then at least once a week for about three months?) when Dr. Howard and Dr. Kreuger brought me up at a medical conference, which is never good. Anyway, I'm going because next week, Dr. Kreuger is going to another practice or something, and Dr. Howard (who gave me my first pair of glasses back when I was three years old, when I was cross-eyed) is retiring. This means that I can get a new pair of glasses! Praise be!
Then on Tuesday when I go to volunteering I have to get a TB test. Which is going to suck. So whatever. I hate TB tests, because I always react more than normal, but not enough to prove I have TB, because I don't. And I always feel like I should be coughing up blood like Satine.
Arg. UF essays. I need to get them done. That and the mini-essay about volunteering hours, and the little personality thing for the counsellors (or whatever the proper spelling is) and Khausinau need to write me a recommendation. Aaaaaarg can't I stay here forever? I don't need advanced edumacation.