I just spent 30 minutes reading RuPaul's auto-biography.

I better get back to work.

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*