Creepy Creepy

I didn't set my alarm this morning, because I didn't have class till 1. But, I woke up at 10 AM because an unknown number sent me a text message. And it said...

"goodmourning beautifl i love u."

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'm tempted to text back, "wrong number?"

I miss undergrad.

I don't usually talk politics on the blog, but, as most of you may have already guessed, I am vehemently against Proposition 8. Unfortunately, I am also not eloquent. This sums up my opinion pretty well:

LA Times' Endorsement No on Prop 8

Meh, I feel like the first person voted off of a reality show.

Bitch

Totally pulled a bitchy move, yesterday, at the bank.

Me: Can I have some quarters please?
Teller: Sorry, we don't have any quarters.
Me: *snaps* What do you mean you don't have quarters? Aren't we in a BANK?
Teller: Oh um, sorry ma'am. Let me go look more carefully.

Felt a little guilty, but I ended up getting $5 of quarters.

Oh, and remember what I said about a chill summer? I lied.

Oh man, so I went mcCrazy on Friday. I think it was a combination of over-working, dehydration, and hunger, so I went a little nuts and loopy. I apologize to anyone who was subjected to my craziness.

Chill summer.

I gotta get my act together.

Babble babble babble. When will I start being actually serious about things?

GAAAH Irrational fears!!!

200th post!!! In Budapest!

I shall celebrate with some quotes from my mom:

"You know, a man from Hungary is very very famous. He invented the, I don't know how you say it, the Cubix Rube?"

And...

"You see those girls? Are those, what you call, the spicy girls?" (She wanted to say "hot girls")

Peace, ya'll.

I am in Prague! My hotel is a few blocks away from a porn shop called "Erotic City." Tight.

Trip is great, loving it here. Though the declining value of the dollar hits hard in the ass, ouchies.

I come back home and my dad's listening to Coldplay on his ITouch. What the fuck is going on?

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In seriousness, family's doing well. Excited about vacay to Europe this Thursday.

All this studying is putting a cramp in the bloggin. Also, I only had asparagus for dinner, and now I'm hungry again and my pee smells like ass.

If I watch enough "In Treatment" episodes, I won't have to study the psychological disorders lectures.

Slightly more interesting post

My dad's obsessed with American Idol. He's been watching for several seasons now and likes to give me weekly updates on his favorite idol contender. The most recent season, he's gotten completely infatuated with David Archuletta. He's burned all the guy's competition songs onto not one, but 3 CDs each for a different car's CD player in the household. A conversation this afternoon about American Idol (or any conversation with him, actually) went a little like this:

Dad: So I don't think David Cooke's really the good idol. Archuletta is just so much more talented, and I don't understand how Cooke won the idol, but Archuletta's getting the better record deal. I even joined the fan club. You know...

Mom: Oh for God's sake, SHUT UP!

Dad: *quiet for 1 second* Anyway, as I was saying, I joined the fan club, and we all call ourselves the ArchAngels, get it? Cause it's ARCHuletta? Get it?

Mom: This is reminiscent of the time where your brother didn't own an IPod and we were forced to listen to Ricky Martin's "Cup of Life" on repeat for hours and hours in the car.

The great equalizer

I am of the belief that all Americans, no matter the color of their skin, become total and utter idiots when visiting another country in the company of other Americans. This is why I don't like being on guided tours.

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Home has been nice. Went to JCrew (again), but this time my dad bought himself 200 dollars worth of new clothes because he "is having a midlife crisis, damn it. I get to do what I want." He even wants a convertible .

After watching Juno:
Mom: I can see why people think you're like Juno. You're both independent, talk back, and very very strange. I think Juno had Asperger's.

Medical school means classy humor


Me: I hope I won't kill anyone.
Bei: Cause then you'll get sent to prison, and get fucked up the ass with a broomstick.
Me: ...that's vulgar.
Bei: That's PRISON, BITCH!

Indigestion like a motherfucking bitch:

I had pizza without my lactaid, and now I'm in a fetal position with pain pain pain.

On a scale of 1-10, this is an 8.

I just popped 7 tums.

Argh.

UPDATE:

I listened to my stomach with a stethoscope, and it sounds like a someone drowning in river. Gurgle gurgle gurgle.

This sucks.

Happy Mother's Day

Me: Hi Mom!
Mom: Hey, how are you?
Me: Good, how was the dinner?

15 minutes of small talk later...

Me: Ok, bye mom!
Mom: Um... I just wanted to remind you...
Me: What?
Mom: Today's mother's day.
Me: *quiet* Oh. Um... sorry?
Mom: I guess I overestimated you.

CALL YOUR MOTHER!

*sending mom a belated Mother's day card*

This is my Woman post:

Yaaaaay funding!

I have the worst cramps in the world right now... i'm sure you all just wanted to hear about that.

Haven't exercised in a while, but one caveat of having large breasts is that when you run, your boobs hurt.

Mantras to follow:

"Touch lives, not children"

Mrow Mrow Mrow.

I'm going to make my own pizza this week!
SOOOO excited.
It'll have sausage, bell peppers, and mushrooms.

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Your cryptic emo thought of the day:

Sometimes I wonder what happened to us.

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Joyous of all joys:

That's it. I got Pokemon. I gotta catch 'em all. Or else there'll be hell to pay.

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The other day, I was wandering around Borders in the lost and sad anguished state after Joey moved out, when I realized that my zipper was down. I frantically meandered up and down the aisles to find a corner where I can zip, but everytime I got to an empty book rack, and I reach for my crotch, I'd find some elderly lady eye-ing me with judgmental.... eyes.

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Follow-up question to NOT ask at interviews:

"I wonder what babies taste like?" - a la Joey

sick as a dog.

Had to get on the bus today to go downtown to sign a sublet thing since Joey is leaving us for greener pastures in LA. ( :( ) Normally getting on the bus is no problem, but I've been feeling dizzy and nauseous for the majority of the day. It's weird cause I felt fine before getting on the bus, and I haven't gotten ill on public trans since I moved up here. I was basically a miserable sick mess, so I ditched lab in the afternoon, as well as morning since that's when I had to go sign the thingie.

I'm not sure if it's allergies since it's spring, and that combined with the motion of the bus makes me sick, but it's been many many hours since I was last on a bus, and I still feel like I'm about to puke. Blah. Maybe I should get that drug for motion sickness.

Joey's leaving. I'm sad. Didn't hit me until today, I think. I expect next week to be hell.

Damn, this can't go on any longer:

Operation Fat Chin Chen is now active.

No greasy foods.
No beef.
Exercise.
Go do a full check-up at student health.

When I came back home and couldn't fit into any of my old pants, I knew that something was up. Goddamn, man.

PS: Got the DS , though, so life is still tolerable.

AHHHH!

BTW, I realize that Walmart is a crime against humanity, but DAMN they have cheap stuff.

I hope you take something away from this, I sure did.

After eating pho, I inevitably got some Sriracha on my hand. I reached up to rub my eyes...

and now I can only see out of my left eye.

Debating between Nintendo DS and, well, not getting a DS.

I think I'll get it when Joey leaves (She got into her program, yay! She leaves in 2 weeks. Boo. ), but for some reason, I just don't think it'll be the same.

Been feeling a little more emo than usual lately - I feel like an irresponsible and unfocused slob. Bah.



Ken and I took this amazing picture while down at the Haight and Ashbury, and I feel compelled to share. (enlarge to see what I mean)

Punishment for being lesbian

Too often, I would find myself gazing absently at the back of a deceptively attractive and vaguely butch female... only when she turns around do I realize that she is actually a man with too much facial hair and a ponytail.

So what is this "job" that you speak of...

My brain might be a little bit fried - I've been, for all intents and purposes, studying since 1 PM and stopped at 11 PM. Sure there were little breaks for the peepee, a sandwich, and Starbucks, but the neuroses and nihilistic trauma remains in residual bits and pieces in my very essence. I'm now all amped up on espresso and sugar, and can't go to bed. And I feel like a crazy person.

WHERE MAH AVERAGE LOOKING ASIAN GIRLS AT?!

Blogs that are funnier than I can ever even hope to come close to:

Ah, yes, medical school - 4 years documenting medical school in SoCal. This guy is fucking amazing.

Stuff white people like - title kind of explains it all

Will come up with more later.

Since my life starting medical school, I've had a lot less to report on my blog. The reason is mostly because, awkward things still happen to me by the bucket-full, of course, but it all involves people I know, professors, classmates, patients, so it's not something I can really write about on my blog, though many events are even more humiliating and uncomfortable than they ever were in high school and college. After all, anything you put online becomes public knowledge.

So, I'll share some stories from high school instead.

In high school, as some of you may be well aware, I wore two things - well, make that three - mom jeans, Hawaiian shirts, or baggy wolf t-shirts. Yes. My entire Chadwick experience can be summed up in those three items of clothing: painful to look at, but yet you can't stop staring.

1. Remember when... I went up to every single person I saw, and asked them what a nougat was. And waved my half eaten Milky Way bar in their faces, "What I don't get is, what's a nougat? Why is it brown?" my mouth filled with chewed chocolate, saliva, and filth.

2. Running around campus screaming "Shit! Fuck! I hate everything! Fuck! Fuck!" Incidentally, that was also last week. And every week before and after that.

3. Squirting blue Gatorade out from my nose in front of one of my crushes in high school.

4. I dented 2 Lexus's (Lex-i? Lexi? Lexii?) in the period of 1 month. Tally that up to a grand total of 4,000 bucks.

Actually, I don't have any terribly humiliating experiences that I haven't blocked from my mind completely, so feel free to send me an email or a comment if you remember anything from either your high school experience... or mine.

But.

5. Yelling "Their faces were just in each other's pussies all night long!" in a public place was not the best decision I've ever made.

Eventually, somehow I made it to the runoff for class VP.

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Oh another one - I rapped along to Eminem, actually thinking that I was cool. This wouldn't be any less embarrassing than any other prep school student's existence, except that I did this in Art History class my senior year.

I'll take my baggage of shame and move this way now.

Putting the dog down Saturday, I think. Either that or next week.

ugh.

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In other news, I'm remembering who I used to be. I used to be badass.

It's time to bring it.

Joey's impression of me, being harsh and defensive.

Anyone: "Hey, Jenny, you look well rested. Did you get a good night's sleep?"
Me: "What? I work hard dammit, I don't have time for sleep. Are you calling me lazy? Fuck you. FUCK YOU! Fuck you, I work hard."

Ok maybe I overreact.

I can hear my landlady snore.

That's kind of uncomfortable.

More me - by Erica the BFF. :) These are panels stolen from her comic.
Go look at it, dammit. She's brilliant.

Life-like portrait of me by Joey

If you can't read it, the words say

"Um, hey! Hi. So this is where we live. Yeah."

"...great."

Top foods:

5. Deep dish pepperoni pizza from Zachary's
4. French Fries
3. Orange chicken
2. wienies wrapped in biscuit
1. HOT DOG WRAPPED IN A BACON, with mayo, ketchup and mustard, and sauteed onions, and and jalapeños in a slightly toasted bun wrapped in tin foil after consuming an inordinate amount of alcohol.

I can eat 50 million of those things. I'll just sit there and eat and eat and eat, and if anyone tries to even come near my hot dog, I will BITE them.

Returning to SF today -

For 2K8, I give you some Mom quotes.

"You were so slow in elementary school that I was afraid that you had Down Syndrome."

"Just because a woman likes to be tough and independent and wear male clothing doesn't mean she's a... L."

I will miss home - sigh.