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why don't you put me on the back burner
Apr. 19th, 2012 02:17 amThings I am doing:
1. Comparing the merits of sleeping for an hour and then waking up to watch Barcelona play Chelsea vs. just not sleeping at all. This is the price you pay for Champions League football. Along with, you know, all the other more empire-building-related ones. Which sounds like I'm talking about the thing in New York King Kong climbed to the top of, which is a pretty good indication that I ought to shut up now. So.
2. Rewriting an overview of a med school subject. Re because I've given up on recovering the first document from the temperamental desktop I wrote it on. Trying not to feel like I'm faking the whole thing, because if you want someone to give you a decent overview of a med school subject? THAT SOMEONE IS NOT ME. That someone is so far from being me it's slightly hilarious, only not, because that someone isn't here writing this overview, I am, pretending to know about books and insider tips and all the rest. Well. Sucks to be UPCM 2017.
(Sed and Allen, if you are somewhere out there reading this, please know that I love you both and I love the whole primer thing, etc., etc., just, you know, when I said that I was willing write a subject overview if you were willing to trust in my ability to write a subject overview, I didn't actually expect anyone to take me up on the offer.)
3. Talking about college-entrance-exam-passing with the brother.
4. Thinking that if I were slightly less lucky on UPCAT day- or slightly less lucky in general, I guess- I wouldn't be in med school right now.
5. Trying not to think about HOW MUCH BETTER that would have been. (Though, okay, there's a chance that I'd have hated the past few years regardless of whether or not I was in Intarmed. But still. It's the theatrical melodrama that counts, etc.)
6. FAILING.
1. Comparing the merits of sleeping for an hour and then waking up to watch Barcelona play Chelsea vs. just not sleeping at all. This is the price you pay for Champions League football. Along with, you know, all the other more empire-building-related ones. Which sounds like I'm talking about the thing in New York King Kong climbed to the top of, which is a pretty good indication that I ought to shut up now. So.
2. Rewriting an overview of a med school subject. Re because I've given up on recovering the first document from the temperamental desktop I wrote it on. Trying not to feel like I'm faking the whole thing, because if you want someone to give you a decent overview of a med school subject? THAT SOMEONE IS NOT ME. That someone is so far from being me it's slightly hilarious, only not, because that someone isn't here writing this overview, I am, pretending to know about books and insider tips and all the rest. Well. Sucks to be UPCM 2017.
(Sed and Allen, if you are somewhere out there reading this, please know that I love you both and I love the whole primer thing, etc., etc., just, you know, when I said that I was willing write a subject overview if you were willing to trust in my ability to write a subject overview, I didn't actually expect anyone to take me up on the offer.)
3. Talking about college-entrance-exam-passing with the brother.
4. Thinking that if I were slightly less lucky on UPCAT day- or slightly less lucky in general, I guess- I wouldn't be in med school right now.
5. Trying not to think about HOW MUCH BETTER that would have been. (Though, okay, there's a chance that I'd have hated the past few years regardless of whether or not I was in Intarmed. But still. It's the theatrical melodrama that counts, etc.)
6. FAILING.
