Tuesday, May 10, 2005
"Whoa, look out there. You really need the whole fist, doc?"
I'm still waiting to hear some news from the internship for the summer. The Red Cross told me they would be getting back to me this week, and the man I've been pressing for work in Grand Cayman has still been mute since our last communique over a month ago. And yet despite still having nothing set in stone I still feel hopeful. Idiot.
I'm in the middle of finals week now, trying not to study tonight. I only have two, one in the afternoon tomorrow and another the following morning at 8am. Actually tomorrow I have my test @1:00p, I'm free until 9:00. I work from 9-2a, and have my test at 8a. A rough few hours there in the middle but you know what: it doesn't matter because after that I AM DONE! (assuming I pass all of my classes, of course). All that's left is to hammer down an internship, move out of my apartment, load up all my music into the mp3 player Dad bought me for graduation, and get out of here. Josh quielty says: Yea.
Anyways onto explaining the title of this entry, besides just another excuse in life to quote Fletch. Let's call it Round 2: Meeting even more doctors I WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN and letting them hit, poke, and leer at me while also stabbing me with needles. That sounded catchier in my head. I went to the eye doctor last week. CHECK. Peace Corps tells me I can't wear contacts in the field. At least they don't reccomend it. So I think I get my own government surplus eyeglasses! Went to have a physical this morning. CHECK. Everything is alright (above and below the equator), although I have to track down a copy of my immunization records and turn them in, and go back for a reading on my TB test. I had blood drawn, have to have an HIV/AIDS test, a urinalysis, the whole nine yards. This Peace Corps thing better work out for all the work it is to get there.
Next week I go to the dentist. I'll spare you the details.
I'm thinking about this entry now and saying to myself: why did I just tell you all that? Oh yes, to avoid studying. ¶ 5/10/2005 09:13:00 PM
I'm in the middle of finals week now, trying not to study tonight. I only have two, one in the afternoon tomorrow and another the following morning at 8am. Actually tomorrow I have my test @1:00p, I'm free until 9:00. I work from 9-2a, and have my test at 8a. A rough few hours there in the middle but you know what: it doesn't matter because after that I AM DONE! (assuming I pass all of my classes, of course). All that's left is to hammer down an internship, move out of my apartment, load up all my music into the mp3 player Dad bought me for graduation, and get out of here. Josh quielty says: Yea.
Anyways onto explaining the title of this entry, besides just another excuse in life to quote Fletch. Let's call it Round 2: Meeting even more doctors I WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN and letting them hit, poke, and leer at me while also stabbing me with needles. That sounded catchier in my head. I went to the eye doctor last week. CHECK. Peace Corps tells me I can't wear contacts in the field. At least they don't reccomend it. So I think I get my own government surplus eyeglasses! Went to have a physical this morning. CHECK. Everything is alright (above and below the equator), although I have to track down a copy of my immunization records and turn them in, and go back for a reading on my TB test. I had blood drawn, have to have an HIV/AIDS test, a urinalysis, the whole nine yards. This Peace Corps thing better work out for all the work it is to get there.
Next week I go to the dentist. I'll spare you the details.
I'm thinking about this entry now and saying to myself: why did I just tell you all that? Oh yes, to avoid studying. ¶ 5/10/2005 09:13:00 PM
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I think its nice that you commented on what was happening in both "hemispheres," but refrained from going into detail about the dentist...?
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: 10:31 PM
thats funny...my dentist is the one who normally gives me MY physicals...strange
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