warpednormal's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - i'm sitting here listening to my brother write this amazing blues song and not wanting to start this paper that is due this weekend and have no interest in starting. clinical instructor is really intense. asking me questions left and right and making me feel hugely inadequate. 9 more days in that hospital. 9. more. days. kajra is going out with the guy she met on friday. i am so excited for her. this is the first date she's ever been on, and to be honest, if there's anyone in this world who totally deserves something beautiful and amazing happen in their lives it would be her. also, st. patrick's party this saturday. i hope it will be big. in other words i hope tommy/matt/david/adam or any of those men notice me in some way and give me a shit load of drunken love and attention. david texted me last night. how's life? he asks. i'm not sure to be honest. tiring, hopeless, lazy. i really want to exercise more often start eating the right shit. everyone in my clinical group is like uber healthy. i brought a microwaveable burrito for lunch and each of the girls had either a salad, just fruit, or whole wheat bread. one girl bikes to the hospital every morning. why am i not surprised that they are all so ahead of me in the game. ugh. oh right. this isn't a game. 7:47 p.m. - 2010-03-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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