The subtleties--they strangle me.

Sometimes I think that I get bored of writing in a journal or a blog because my life is pretty boring and it starts to depress me. Then I start to think that there is always something going on in the world, and begin to think of a topic for a new post. Lately, I've been singing as often as possible because it helps me to destress and put out the part of my brain that has me obsessing over every minute detail in my life. Sure, I am not the best singer in the world by any means, but I think that anyone who loves to do something should keep doing it, regardless of their talent in it.

When Darkness Turns to Light

Friday night, I went to a fashion show held by the cultural club of people from the islands. It was so much fun and I saw so many cute people. After the show, they had an afterparty with a live performer from Haiti. I was happy though because he didn't really perform "original" music--he had put raps onto popular song hooks. During his performance, all my friends that I was dancing with left me, and I just continued to dance. Realizing that they weren't there anymore, I started to freak out, but then I started dancing with this really good-looking Haitian guy named Richard. I ended up chilling with him all night.
Last night, there was a "graffiti party" at one of the frats on campus. Everyone wore cheap white t-shirts and prepared to be marked on. I had all sorts of different stuff written on me, from "jessie=awesome" to "A+ bio student" to "Jessie loves cock." hahaha. I love drunk people sometimes. I ended up writing on most people's shirts that they were sexy, pretty much because that is the only thing that truly matters in life...haha.
So this weekend was fun with the parties because I finished the week of hell, but there will be no more parties for me until after my last tests before finals. Maybe this was my last party weekend for the rest of the school year...I don't need to lose any more brain cells.

Spinal Tap

Yesterday, when I was working at the hospital, my doctor sent me up to the HIV clinic, where another doctor (who I share a last name with) showed me around and invited me to view a lumbar puncture and then to aid him in drawing blood from the femoral vein. I felt bad for the person getting the lumbar puncture, but it was really neat to learn about. You have to go in between the L3 and L4 vertebrae, and if you don't go into the direct center, you will keep on striking bone, which was what my doctor did until another one of the assistants helped to scrunch up the patient more so that he could hit the spinal cord and drain out some fluid for tests. It was really weird to see people who were all infected with HIV because some of them didn't look very sick at all. I helped in both procedures by opening cleansers, sterilizing the area, and handing over various medical equipment--even preparing a shot of lidocane. I can't wait until I become an intern. Only seven more years...

Letters to the Editor

Debates on Immigration
that aren't for class
actually arguing a point,
and proving my rebuttal
But this doesn't even matter
when it's 3 am
on a
SCHOOL NIGHT
and I still have to write two lab reports.
sometimes I wonder
if it is just better to keep my
mouth
[shut]

Early in the Morning, Rising to my Feet

My chemistry exam today went well, I hope. Right now I am working on remembering all the material that is going to be on my Calc II exam tomorrow (which is going to take place at 8:30 in the morning). My question is, why do they make us do math so early in the freaking morning? I cannot tolerate it most of the time and end up falling asleep; what can I do to make the experience better?
In other news, today I found out that the boy I wrote my first two blog posts about was chatting to his new girlfriend (that's right, they are officially "in a relationship" on facebook, something we never were) on facebook the weekend I was gone for the AMSA conference. Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but I'm still kind of mad that I didn't know anything about it. Plus, this girl he's "dating" wouldn't even know good grammar if it bitch-slapped her; I don't know how he can be an English major and tolerate it. O well, I'm almost over it. Stupid boys.
Haha, speaking of boys, this guy I was dancing with at the hip-hop show asked me for my number; we'll see how that plays out. I'll have to look at his facebook before I can decide if anything will happen. Yeah, I'll book your face.
Anyways, for our pre-med AMSA chapter we are now putting on a fashion show for the Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Disease. I volunteered to model the prepster clothes. I'm excited, because my definition of school clothes is jeans+T-shirt = hawt! Haha, not really, but it might as well be.
I made a revelation today that I am now very addicted to regular coffee because I can get it for free at my place of work. It's good because it's free, but this will screw me up when school's over.

Ode to the Pursuit of Happiness
Oh, I linger,
for that last drop
of ground café
to fill my cup.