Ryan has beem sending me pictures of aborted fetuses from various Pro-Life sites all night, which in turn has left me craving chicken, but gummy bears will have to suffice. blast.
My good friend Kat turns 21 tomorrow, but naturally I will not be in attendance because of the whole under-21-and-therefore-incapable-of-making-decisions-regarding-alcohol-on-my-accord thing.
It seems as though everyone is getting older, but I stay the same age. God bless adolescence, and God bless my mother for deciding to concieve me in the buttfuck of the 1980's. By the time I hit 21, a majority of my friends will be in their late 20s/early 30s, and therefore somewhat unexcited about booze, and whatever else makes them youthful and vivacious. cheers, folks.
I'm thisclose to being done with my portfolio/application for the pathology assitant job at OHSU. Jim told me I had a fairly good chance of getting it, so my fingers are crossed. I doubt it involves anything SUPER inherantly cool, just transcripting autopsies and typing records and stuff, but holy crap, it would look good on my applictaion to med school. *crosses fingers*
That's enough angst and narcissism for one night. Let's hope this week goes better than the last few have. Maintaining a false sense of optimism when everything looks fairly bad and chaotic sucks ass, and I want to feel like myself again.
My good friend Kat turns 21 tomorrow, but naturally I will not be in attendance because of the whole under-21-and-therefore-incapable-of-making-decisions-regarding-alcohol-on-my-accord thing.
It seems as though everyone is getting older, but I stay the same age. God bless adolescence, and God bless my mother for deciding to concieve me in the buttfuck of the 1980's. By the time I hit 21, a majority of my friends will be in their late 20s/early 30s, and therefore somewhat unexcited about booze, and whatever else makes them youthful and vivacious. cheers, folks.
I'm thisclose to being done with my portfolio/application for the pathology assitant job at OHSU. Jim told me I had a fairly good chance of getting it, so my fingers are crossed. I doubt it involves anything SUPER inherantly cool, just transcripting autopsies and typing records and stuff, but holy crap, it would look good on my applictaion to med school. *crosses fingers*
That's enough angst and narcissism for one night. Let's hope this week goes better than the last few have. Maintaining a false sense of optimism when everything looks fairly bad and chaotic sucks ass, and I want to feel like myself again.
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