Working sucks!

I have worked 14 of the last 18 hours. I am on my 8th day of working 11 days in a row. I'm tired, I want to go to sleep, and I'm hungry. To sum it up - I'm miserable.

I don't really know what to blog about. Nothing interesting, special, or note worthy has occurred. And well, if it had, then I wouldn't remember anyway because of my exhaustion.

Really, I'm just sitting here wasting time until my shift is over in 12 minutes.

Oooh! I'll do a quiz and post the results here.

Miracle of life!

I completely forgot to tell the world about my new nephew. He was born just a few days ago and is adorible as pie. I haven't seen him yet, but I did just buy a plane ticket. I'll be there in less than 3 weeks! He was 7 lbs 9 oz and 20.5 cm long. The mom and little boy are both healthy despite the umbilical cord being wrapped around his neck. Apparently his nails were really long and that is what caused mom's water to break pretty early. Child birth is an amazing thing.

Home away from home.

I like blogging about the new country bar. That is probably because I LOVE the new country bar. It feels like a tiny slice of home away from home (minus the weird line dancing which people don't actually do in Texas). Blondie and I went again last night and went early to take some line dancing lessons. I had a blast learning how to stomp in rhythm and even doing some high kicks. I was bad, but it was all in the name of fun anyway.

I managed to make blondie flirt with the local radio DJ who was there handing out free tickets to a country concert and then wound up winning a pair of tickets. Coincidence? I think not.

Then we went for the bull rides. Blondie went first, and her ride was fairly normal. She had good balance and managed to stay on for quite a while. I was a different story. First, I had a hard time getting on the bull, as I'm a rather large person, and then I couldn't stay on long. However, my dismount was fabulous. It was a slow fall where if I had really tried, I probably could have pulled myself back on the bull 3 or 4 times in the time it took me to fall. I had the bull operator laughing his knockers off. By the end of the night, the dance floor was empty and blondie and I took it over, going from one side to the other doing high kicks.

The only drawbacks for the night were that I bought $25 worth of EtOH and never felt a buzz and that I somehow managed to pull a muscle in my torso when I was riding the bull and now it kinda hurts to breathe.

All in all - a successful night!

I haven't touched my med school applications in 2 weeks. Everything is really on hold right now for my recommendation letters. I've been tired, worn out, and unmotivated. I guess the working 50 hrs a week is catching up with me. Yesterday I turned in my letter of resignation for my legal job and my boss stuck her tongue out at me and said "That wasn't really what I wanted." Not very mature, ma'am. Thank goodness I'm leaving.

My boyfriend is preparing for an audition and doesn't really have a lot of time to hang out. I know his audition is important, but I don't care. I want him to be available when I'm available. Thank goodness I'll be out of town for half of this month so that I don't have to keep getting turned down for booty calls (that eats at your self confidence after a while). I saw him on monday night and it was pretty awful. First, his bathroom was leaking water, so we had to deal with that. Then his house is hot (HOT!!!) - too hot to sleep. Also, it smells like piss because his brother got a new dog and doesn't take it out enough or clean up after it. And finally, my boyfriend only has a twin bed. Two skinny people can't comfortably sleep on a twin bed, not to mention to rather large people. Needless to say, I don't like sleeping over. So Monday night I woke up at 2am after sleeping only 1.5 hrs and wanted nothing more than to drive home where I could have a full bed (only to be shared with my cat) and air conditioning. He pulled out the damn pouty face and the "It'd really mean a lot if you stayed" and of course I gave in. I had to make up the sleep the next night so I laid down at 6pm to take a nap and didn't wake up until 8am the next morning when my alarm went off for work. 14 hours of sleep and no clean laundry. I guess the good goes with the bad.

Oh, and I recruited some chick to go to our school. She e-mailed me with questions and apparently after talking with me decided my school would be a better choice than the others she got accepted to. Suckaaaa!!!

The longest post........EVER!

So first, I would like to let everyone know that I officially suck. Yes, I suck! I forgot to call my brother on his birthday and so when I called him the next day, I had to apologize for being a shmuck and plead his forgiveness over the answering machine. Pathetic.


This weekend had its fabulous parts and its rotten parts. Thursday night was pretty fabulous. Blondie and I went to the new country bar in town and played pool, danced, rode the mechanical bull, got hit on by 1Ls, and watched a guy open the emergency exits to stand in the doorway and take a leak. Now this bar isn't classy, mind you, but it does have a little bit more class than pissing right outside the door in plain-bar-view. I took a picture on my new camera phone. If I can figure out how, I may even post it. :)

The next night I went and got my Harry Potter book. Yay for Harry Potter. I'll let you know now, this entry does not have any spoilers in it, so read on. I had the book by 1am and finished it about 48hrs later. During those 48hrs, I had to go to work: this is where it gets sad. I was at work and some punk ass kid came up to me and said, "Oh, you are reading Harry Potter. ***************** " And just like that, in less than 5 seconds, he had told me the ending. I couldn't stop him. It happened before I even realized he had opened his mouth. I was so angry that I almost cussed him out. His mom was standing right there though, so it is probably better I didn't. I had homicidal thoughts all the way home and did not pick up the book again for an entire day. That mother fucker (Am I going to hell for being mad at a 13 year old who reads?). It turns out that, although knowing the ending did suck ass, it didn't completely spoil the book for me.

I have not talked to Taz for more than 5 minutes since I saw him Sunday night. I miss him. :(

Last night was amazing. Blondie and I went to a concert. My irritable, and at times nasty, boss gave me free tickets. That didn't suck. So Blondie and I traveled 1/2 way across the state to watch some good music. Well, the first performer blew massive chunks but the second one was amazing. Another one of my co-workers got free tickets too and so both of us drank away our miserable day. We got yelled at by our boss first thing in the morning because I was 10 minutes late and the other girl was 30 minutes late (mind you we are always late and nothing special was going on yesterday). Then we had to deal with totally unruly clients in the office. At one point two people came in wanting services who were on opposite sides of a conflict. We had to usher one out them door and refer him elsewhere and he was none too happy that we had ditched him for the other side.

I have done little more about my medical school applications since I posted last. I have asked for 2 of the 3 needed letters of recommendation and finally sent out the last of my transcript requests. Tomorrow I will start working hard core on the secondary applications. I am going to try to get all of the Texas ones done this week so that when the out of state ones arrive, I can jump right on them.

Holy Cow! I almost forgot to bitch about how my family is ruining my next vacation. I am going to the northeast to visit my dad's family. I was really excited about this because I get to see my grandpa's new pad and hang out with relatives that only get to see once a year. My parents decided that it would be a good idea if they tagged along. I didn't want them to tag along. If they tag along then the vacation is about them and not about me. It sounds selfish, but my dad sees them once a month and they don't really get along with my mom, so it really isn't selfish. Then my dad found out he couldn't come because of work and so it is just going to be me and my mom. Did I mention that they don't really get along with my mom? Um...yeah. I'm just going to have to take a couple deep breaths and mentally prepare for what is to come.

I have a new nephew on the way. Yeeeeeeeeeee Haw!

I'm half way there!!!

Today I managed to make some great progress on my medical school applications. First, I completed my essay - a monumental task. Those things can really never be done, but I submitted mine for better or worse. Then I submitted all of the primary applications for the 7 Texas schools and the 6 other schools that I am applying to. Goodbye TMDSAS and AMCAS! WHOOP!!!!!

Then I came up with an ingenious idea. My law school doesn't have a premedical advisory committee, but I created one! I'm so freaking smart. I went to the career services office and asked if they'd be willing to collect my letters of recommendation and send them to the medical schools. Their response was, "um......sure". Despite their confusion over my choice to apply to medical schools, this will make the job a lot easier on the profs (1 letter sent to 1 place rather than 1 letter sent to 8 places with additional instructions about what to send where). Yay!

My MCAT scores and transcripts have all been requested and are either already with TMDSAS and AMCAS or are in the mail. Life is good.

The next steps are to make sure the profs send in the letters of recommendations. If only I could get a hold of them. It is amazing how many profs are inaccessible during the summer. They just up and leave. One prof told me he couldn't write me a letter because he was leaving for a 4 month sabbatical in 2 days. Doh!

Along with finding profs and then hounding them, I have to fill out the secondary applications. I know that some are going to be more demanding than others. I just hope that they don't take me more than the next few weeks. My goal is to fill out all the ones I have in my hands before I get the ones that are only sent to me after AMCAS processes my application. Talk about a laborious process.

Texas moved their application deadline from November 1st to Oct 15th, so the fact that I'm sending out my applications early doesn't mean much, especially considering that I might not be able to get all of my professor's letters of recommendation out before Sept 1st. Eeek! Instead of submitting my application right before the deadline, I'll be at 1 and 1/2 months before the deadline. I suppose that's better than not being early at all, however it is much, much, much later than I originally intended.

It is hard to imagine that when I finally get all this med school application crap done that I will have to immediately start on my bar exam application and then start the grad school applications. Baby steps!

I have decided...

I have decided to make some changes in my life. I am going to be more selfish. I am going to quit my job next month, just in time for me to go see my brand new nephew (oh, and the old one too, and my mom, my sister-in-law, and my brother). I am also going to do things that I want to do, because I want to do them and for no other reason. I'm tired of always thinking about other people, and making myself miserable for their benefit.

After my day of horror last week, it has taken me a while to get back into the groove of things. I have finally finished my essay, but still have not gotten my applications out. I am having to wait on letters of recommendation. I should have taken care of this months ago, but no - I'm a moron.

On a plus note, my house is clean. I am decluttering and trying to make it liveable. I have to limit my move back to Texas this december to what fits in my car. Um....yeah, that's not a whole lot of stuff. My mom is driving up from Texas to visit me next month, so maybe I can send her home with a lot of stuff. :) I'd like to keep my law books, but they will almost take up the whole car by themselves, so maybe they should go in my mom's car instead of mine. I really can't wait to start a new life in Texas. I get to throw away tons of stuff, sort through my lifetime of clutter, and maybe after the bar exam, move somewhere nice with Taz and start a life. Holy crap I'm getting ahead of myself. First I need to get up the courage to quit my job. That will be the drama for the next month. How long before my last day of work do I let my boss know I'm done? Do I tell them the truth or come up with some lame excuse for leaving? When exactly do I quit? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Last night my boyfriend kept talking about babies. He kept trying to think of names and telling me how cute I was for being squeamish when a friend brought up the subject. Apparently he wants to name our kids after us - a girl named after him and a boy named after me. Um....that's kinda narcissistic if you ask me. I have to say the whole thing makes me nervous.

Blondie went across the country to try to recruit students to come to our law school. I think she must have gotten abducted. She is MIA. Maybe she realized how fabulous tropical climates are and decided never to come back to this stupid frozen tundra.

Yeah, there isn't much other news. I tried to find the new country bar last weekend but failed miserably and I re-discovered a like of swimming.

The worst day.....EVER!

So the day even started out poorly. I woke up at 9:40 when I was supposed to be at work at 9a. I left the house at 9:45a, and was at work by 10. Considering that work is 12 miles away, that wasn't bad. Fortunately no one even missed me. No one had called or shown up. I thought my bad luck was over.

Things went okay until my friend called right after work. She was the bearer of bad news. My favorite restaurant in the whole widest world burned down. They suspect arson, and the family is not sure they'll re-open. The best fucking BBQ in Texas and it's gone. GONE!!!!

Then I get home and I locked my keys in my car. Smart me decides that if I just wait for my landlord to get home, she can let me into my apartment and then I won't have to call the jimmy guys and pay them $50 to pop my lock. So I wait...and I wait...and then I take a walk...and I wait...and then I play with my phone...and I wait...and I take another walk, find a consignment shop, look around, walk home...and I wait...and finally she comes home 3 1/2 hours later. Yes, I think it was worth $50 to wait, but dude, it sucked!

So today I finished 10% more of my medical school applications. I was at 80% and now I'm at 90%. I'd not have done crap without ABW's bitching. She basically threatened my life if I didn't finish them. Well I got as far as I could on my own. Now it is up to others - well sorta. I gotta get my letters of rec and my essay edited. But other than that, it's done. Yay! I think I'm incoherent from the lack of mental activity during this summer. Lord help me when I have to go back to class this fall.

New Phone

I have been drooling over a camera phone for months. Today I actually get to go buy it. I'm totally excited. I am ditching work for an hour to go buy it. I'd have gone after work, but Blondie is picking me up from work so that we can drive out of town to see a MLB game. I love baseball and this will be the first MLB game I've seen outside of the Astrodome. Kinda sad when you consider that the astrodome is no longer even used for baseball games.

I promised myself that I'd get my med school aps done before I bought my cell phone. In actuality, I'm terribly close to finishing. I just need to get about a dozen people to read over my essay before I submit the final draft. The task for today will be getting my transcripts sent and asking profs for letters of recommendation. That's a good goal if you ask me. Yay!

I keep thinking that I should only apply to texas schools - that it is only practical to apply to texas schools. However, I narrowed down the other group of schools to about 10. I'm applying to Hawaii, Brown, Howard, and other schools that I have absolutely no chance of getting into. I'll apply anyway on the off chance that the dean of admissions is just pining for a lawyer. Not likely. *sniff*

Medical school, here I come! WHOOP!

Oh, and can anyone tell me why they started construction on the library during finals?