5 weeks almost down, 5 weeks still to go

Quick recap of my birthday...wow 29 years go by so fast. It was a really wonderful day though, at least in my mind! I told myself I would be happy all day and it pretty much worked out. My actual favorite moment(s) of the day were: a) I got to PBL (nearly late) and much to my surprise they sang happy birthday to me...wow and 2) when I went to go meet up with a study group and I got a surprise B-day cheesecake!! Since summer is so close I can feel myself getting happier by the day and this week I was outside running around for nearly 4 hours...that's the most in a VERY long time and I must say I've enjoyed every moment of it :)

The long road to medical school: I am really glad I brought my husband with me to med school

So, was feeling slightly frustrated today for reasons that are too lengthy to go into when I did a little internet search and yup glad to have the internet today. Oldmd's blog post from '09 pretty much sums it up:


The long road to medical school: I am really glad I brought my husband with me to med school

Eureka! I'm Quirky.

So, a couple of days ago a wonderful person I know paid me a compliment that at the time made me squint my eyes, cock my head to the side and raise an eyebrow (of course I did this internally so she couldn't see). What was the compliment? She called me Quirky. At first I didn't know what to think, was this really a compliment? What exactly does the word "quirky" mean anyways?! Well, after some deep web-searching-googling time I've found many websites/blogs/definitons and have decided that yes, indeed she's right! According to the results of an online test I just found after googling the word "quirkly" this adjective fits me to a "t":
Many unique hobbies and obscure interests: Check
Tend to be a bit of a loner at work/school: Always
Find myself telling jokes that no one thinks are funny/or gets: YES!

Yup, I think it's OK to be quirky, mainly because I am.

Drama for your mama

Oh man,
So here's the skinny, I'm about to start med school in few days. So many feelings so little time. Nervous, happy, worried, impatient. On top of that my two sisters are duking it out which always sucks. Sister A is getting married. Me and sister B are bridesmaids but Sister A and Sister B are fighting because the bride wants two showers (one G-rated one for family and one that's more of a girls night out). Sister B says she's being unreasonable and demanding and called her a bridezilla. Oh man, I knew this would happen.

How am I related to these people?

Sometimes I wonder how I am related to some of my family members. Case in point, my great-aunt who has to be the craziest woman around town, and not in a cute-older-lady-still-gets-around-or-tries-to-be-hip kind of way. I mean, you can't tell this woman ANYTHING. Everything you do (even if it's to help her) is automatically wrong. She has a nack for making enemies out of everyone, from the neighborhood kids who go past her house to the neighbors who she complains put too much trash in their trash can (and she tells them this to their face). I used to feel sorry for her and held out hope there was a sweet, lonely lady somewhere deep inside. BUT now, I know better there's not, or if there was that sweet, loney lady got screamed at and got out while she still could.

One Women's Bathroom

Why oh why is there only one women's bathroom in the science building at my school!? I know the building was built a long time ago, but how long ago exactly...like the 1890s?? Seriously, it's ridiculous. I came to this conclusion today after trying to use the bathroom on 3 different floors before I found one that was unoccupied. However, the fact that there seems to be a lack of restrooms does lead me to believe that our "gentle sex" is making some progress in the field of science which makes me happy... because as we all know...I can do anything better than you, I can do anything...'cause I'm a girl :D

I heart yarn

I don't know why but I love yarn. It's a dangerous obsession to have since it requires more and more space (to stash special balls of yarn) and more and more time to make projects with aforementioned special balls. Lately I rediscovered two beautiful yarns I bought just before Christmas when I visited this awesome yarn store in Santa Monica called Wildfiber. Since they were both quite pricey I bought only one ball of each yarn, limiting me on what I could actually make--but hey all I care about is that I have the yarn. The first is Gossamer by Karabella Yarns in white pearl and one ball of Alpaca Cotton in Raindrop by the notoriously awesome Rowan Yarns. While I still haven't figured out what to do with the Rowan (my dream is to make a hat but I really doubt I'll have enough of the stuff) I've decided to make a cowl with the Karabella. As a result as of late I've become obsessed with trowling the internet and for a cowl pattern that is worthy of this yarn.