So - after watching a news special about how some teenagers stuck up a girlfight on myspace, I decided I was going to find said girlfight and watch it.
I found so much more.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Queasy
Went to grandlittle's birthday "party" tonight. JE showed up with R. My heart dropped.
Just when I thought I was a heartless bitch... I guess I do have feelings.
Just when I thought I was a heartless bitch... I guess I do have feelings.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Home
Dead tired, yet feel the need to update.
- Came home to horrible horrible cold rain. HORRIBLE
- Taught a man how to play sudoku on the plane... after he told me about how his daughter is my age and is getting married... *sigh*
- Saw my dog had grown to resemble a pumpkin, and upon asking my mother how that came to be she replied "he won't stop looking at me when i eat!"... the dog no longer walks, he WADDLES! BAH!
- Ate steak. Actually I SNARFED it, it was amazing. I have had steak since getting home... I've been very content
- Saw my friends, things are right in the world. After being attacked, tackled and having my eardrums blown out by their screaming we went out and got shitty.
- I saw no attractive men out
- I am now very depressed
- CPE drunk dialed me, and thankfully I didn't meet him while he was in town, NO RECYCLING FOR ME! - damn? eh, don't know how I feel about that.
- Went shopping, got new jeans that make my butt look nice. Two actually. I've missed shopping.
- ALG somehow found out i'm home, and called me. wtf
mmm... that's it, can't think of anymore. I'm going to try to exercise my dog tomorrow. What a fatass.
- Came home to horrible horrible cold rain. HORRIBLE
- Taught a man how to play sudoku on the plane... after he told me about how his daughter is my age and is getting married... *sigh*
- Saw my dog had grown to resemble a pumpkin, and upon asking my mother how that came to be she replied "he won't stop looking at me when i eat!"... the dog no longer walks, he WADDLES! BAH!
- Ate steak. Actually I SNARFED it, it was amazing. I have had steak since getting home... I've been very content
- Saw my friends, things are right in the world. After being attacked, tackled and having my eardrums blown out by their screaming we went out and got shitty.
- I saw no attractive men out
- I am now very depressed
- CPE drunk dialed me, and thankfully I didn't meet him while he was in town, NO RECYCLING FOR ME! - damn? eh, don't know how I feel about that.
- Went shopping, got new jeans that make my butt look nice. Two actually. I've missed shopping.
- ALG somehow found out i'm home, and called me. wtf
mmm... that's it, can't think of anymore. I'm going to try to exercise my dog tomorrow. What a fatass.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
R.I.P Stumpy
Yesterday I saw something that is better left unseen, something that you witness and can't forget...
Somewhere between my friend's villa and my villa - walking towards my friend's car enroute to pick me up (my location is difficult to describe, bear with me) I heard moans. Weird, kind of... yelps, I guess is the best way to describe it.
I saw it was coming from my neighbors house, I saw my neighbor crouched over the passenger door of his car - and yes the WORST came to mind. You don't normally hear a 80 something year old man make those sounds, the easiest assumption leads to viagra involvement.
I'll leave you with that thought.
But I was sorely mistaken. The site I witnessed was much worse.
I am an animal lover. Cute animals, ugly animals, soft and cuddly, weird and scaley. I think they're all cute. No joke. Most tame animals don't scare me and I'll pet any stray animal I come across not thinking about the millions of gross things they could be carrying on them (my excuse is that I haven't taken micro yet, ignorance is bliss).
Introducing stumpy. The horribly ugly sailing dog this old man found as a puppy - who due to some unfortunate accident no longer has a tail. She has a chip on her shoulder. Doesn't like men (I'm assuming the male atiguan workers don't treat her very well - they usually kick, spit, inflict harm, etc. etc.) and usually attacks sp whenever he's walking towards my house alone. But she likes me. She included my house in her daily checks, coming onto my deck and poking her head in seemingly saying hi before running off to her own house checking her owner's boat for lizards. When studying on my back porch she comes over and sits with me keeping me company and sticking her head on my knee. Whenever she hears my voice she - ok long story short I thought the dog was adorable and needed love - and everyone else thought she was ugly.
Apparently my neighbor's "girlfriend" (I really think she's a hooker, but I dunno - he's kind of coo coo) had taken the car to get gas. Stumpy loves feeling the wind on her awkward face and went along. Girlfriend gets out of car... (see where I'm going with this?)
Stumpy doesn't.
It was hot yesterday, it must've easily hit 150 F in that car in about 15 minutes, stumpy would've been dead in 30 - heat stroke most likely.
I witnessed my old neighbor realizing where his stumpy had been for the entire day, trying to cuddle the dog back to life.
It was horrible.
From the
oh oh oh oh OH NO STUMPY! oh oh oh oh *sob* what happened *sob* the poor little thing *sob* oh oh oh stumpy wake up
to him pounding on stumpy's chest trying to bring her back with some sort of doggie CPR... I stood there torn between continuing my walk towards the car that was supposed to pick me up, and trying to help (which consisted of my staring at this poor man trying to bring the more that dead dog back to life.)
I hate witnessing death. It'll probably be one of the worst things I'll have to learn to deal with being a doctor. Death is a natural thing - but after witnessing this - selfish I know - I can't wait to go home and smother my dog with cuddles and all sorts of shenanigans that'll spoil him and make him even more of a pain for my unsuspecting parents.
p.s. I went over later to see if the old man was alright - and he already has himself a new puppy.
*sigh*
RIP Stumpy.
Somewhere between my friend's villa and my villa - walking towards my friend's car enroute to pick me up (my location is difficult to describe, bear with me) I heard moans. Weird, kind of... yelps, I guess is the best way to describe it.
I saw it was coming from my neighbors house, I saw my neighbor crouched over the passenger door of his car - and yes the WORST came to mind. You don't normally hear a 80 something year old man make those sounds, the easiest assumption leads to viagra involvement.
I'll leave you with that thought.
But I was sorely mistaken. The site I witnessed was much worse.
I am an animal lover. Cute animals, ugly animals, soft and cuddly, weird and scaley. I think they're all cute. No joke. Most tame animals don't scare me and I'll pet any stray animal I come across not thinking about the millions of gross things they could be carrying on them (my excuse is that I haven't taken micro yet, ignorance is bliss).
Introducing stumpy. The horribly ugly sailing dog this old man found as a puppy - who due to some unfortunate accident no longer has a tail. She has a chip on her shoulder. Doesn't like men (I'm assuming the male atiguan workers don't treat her very well - they usually kick, spit, inflict harm, etc. etc.) and usually attacks sp whenever he's walking towards my house alone. But she likes me. She included my house in her daily checks, coming onto my deck and poking her head in seemingly saying hi before running off to her own house checking her owner's boat for lizards. When studying on my back porch she comes over and sits with me keeping me company and sticking her head on my knee. Whenever she hears my voice she - ok long story short I thought the dog was adorable and needed love - and everyone else thought she was ugly.
Apparently my neighbor's "girlfriend" (I really think she's a hooker, but I dunno - he's kind of coo coo) had taken the car to get gas. Stumpy loves feeling the wind on her awkward face and went along. Girlfriend gets out of car... (see where I'm going with this?)
Stumpy doesn't.
It was hot yesterday, it must've easily hit 150 F in that car in about 15 minutes, stumpy would've been dead in 30 - heat stroke most likely.
I witnessed my old neighbor realizing where his stumpy had been for the entire day, trying to cuddle the dog back to life.
It was horrible.
From the
oh oh oh oh OH NO STUMPY! oh oh oh oh *sob* what happened *sob* the poor little thing *sob* oh oh oh stumpy wake up
to him pounding on stumpy's chest trying to bring her back with some sort of doggie CPR... I stood there torn between continuing my walk towards the car that was supposed to pick me up, and trying to help (which consisted of my staring at this poor man trying to bring the more that dead dog back to life.)
I hate witnessing death. It'll probably be one of the worst things I'll have to learn to deal with being a doctor. Death is a natural thing - but after witnessing this - selfish I know - I can't wait to go home and smother my dog with cuddles and all sorts of shenanigans that'll spoil him and make him even more of a pain for my unsuspecting parents.
p.s. I went over later to see if the old man was alright - and he already has himself a new puppy.
*sigh*
RIP Stumpy.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Fried chicken anyone?
"Effective March 7th, all personal items that AUA students and faculty bring into the island will be subject to a customs tax. This means that at the airport, customs officials can and will appraise your items like laptops, text books etc. and tax you based on the type and price of each item.
There's also an additional environmental tax on certain items (like fridges and microwaves).
For the past two years, AUA students and faculty were exempt from this tax but a recent cabinet meeting has changed all that.
So, you might want to have cash on hand if you are flying back into the island."
As if this island hasn't sucked me dry yet... these greedy bastards fucking do this. You'd think with all the fucking custom's "taxes" we've been subject to, antigua could have i dunno... roads that are DRIVABLE, people who DIDN'T live below the poverty line, more than ONE hospital for the 80,000 locals on the 10x10 sq mile island... but no
These fucking greedy bitches will decide to charge us based on how much they want to stick in their pockets. Pieces of shit. Then they'll go eat more fried chicken.
Fuckers.
I hate corruption.
There's also an additional environmental tax on certain items (like fridges and microwaves).
For the past two years, AUA students and faculty were exempt from this tax but a recent cabinet meeting has changed all that.
So, you might want to have cash on hand if you are flying back into the island."
As if this island hasn't sucked me dry yet... these greedy bastards fucking do this. You'd think with all the fucking custom's "taxes" we've been subject to, antigua could have i dunno... roads that are DRIVABLE, people who DIDN'T live below the poverty line, more than ONE hospital for the 80,000 locals on the 10x10 sq mile island... but no
These fucking greedy bitches will decide to charge us based on how much they want to stick in their pockets. Pieces of shit. Then they'll go eat more fried chicken.
Fuckers.
I hate corruption.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
I would just like to say
That last blog WAS depressing. I'd blame PMS but I can't...
Therefore I blame my lack of an IPOD and the bitch who stole it.
I can't sleep.
blah.
Therefore I blame my lack of an IPOD and the bitch who stole it.
I can't sleep.
blah.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
I want home :(
I feel like this will be a depressing blog. I'm not even sure what I need to write about - I can't even think of a catchy title (that's pretty bad).
Basically... I want home.
I want it so bad it hurts.
The people here are... horrible. You can't trust anyone. From believing one of my closest friends here stole my IPOD and cheated, to scary naked guy, to freaky MD, to everyone else on this god forsaken island.
WHERE DID ALL THE NORMAL PEOPLE GO?!
I feel like I'm going home for a vacation. To be around MY kind of people. Honest, trustworthy, dependably, selfless... I dunno.
I've never been one to doubt I need people. I do. I need attention, affection, conversation... everything you expect from people you eventually become close to. In turn I offer dependability, trust, humor... I dunno.
I HATE IT HERE! Not so much the island, the PEOPLE! HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PEOPLE!
The govt. here is awful - they're selfish greedy bastards that don't give a shit about their people. The people here are poor and deprived. The men here make me want to vomit and are probably the horniest NASTIEST people I've ever encountered - marraige obviously means nothing here. Half the medical students shouldn't be allowed near a patient with the amount of immaturity we have running rampant throughout our school. The drama that escalates at our school is UNHEARD of.
Things I heard today about the cheater:
- She told us she attended last semester leaving after a couple days - instead I hear she attended the full semester and was failing, then took a leave of absence so she didn't get a failing mark.
- She was looking at her clipboard (the cheating device) during the lab exam, and that there was no way she didn't know there was writing on there.
I dunno... I'm trying to think of ways to get ahold of her husband's IPOD to see if the serial number is the same as mine.
I kinda feel better... I need to study for my two finals monday *sigh*
Basically... I want home.
I want it so bad it hurts.
The people here are... horrible. You can't trust anyone. From believing one of my closest friends here stole my IPOD and cheated, to scary naked guy, to freaky MD, to everyone else on this god forsaken island.
WHERE DID ALL THE NORMAL PEOPLE GO?!
I feel like I'm going home for a vacation. To be around MY kind of people. Honest, trustworthy, dependably, selfless... I dunno.
I've never been one to doubt I need people. I do. I need attention, affection, conversation... everything you expect from people you eventually become close to. In turn I offer dependability, trust, humor... I dunno.
I HATE IT HERE! Not so much the island, the PEOPLE! HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PEOPLE!
The govt. here is awful - they're selfish greedy bastards that don't give a shit about their people. The people here are poor and deprived. The men here make me want to vomit and are probably the horniest NASTIEST people I've ever encountered - marraige obviously means nothing here. Half the medical students shouldn't be allowed near a patient with the amount of immaturity we have running rampant throughout our school. The drama that escalates at our school is UNHEARD of.
Things I heard today about the cheater:
- She told us she attended last semester leaving after a couple days - instead I hear she attended the full semester and was failing, then took a leave of absence so she didn't get a failing mark.
- She was looking at her clipboard (the cheating device) during the lab exam, and that there was no way she didn't know there was writing on there.
I dunno... I'm trying to think of ways to get ahold of her husband's IPOD to see if the serial number is the same as mine.
I kinda feel better... I need to study for my two finals monday *sigh*
Friday, April 14, 2006
My poor blog...
I've been neglecting, I'm sorry
One more exam, some beach time, a plane flight, a couple drinks, outback, pizza hut, mcdonalds, chinese food and maybe some sleep later I'll add some of my old posts from the other blog.
I should do it now... I've been procrastinating with studying for my histology final after rocking the lab...
mmm... or I can browse through blogger and find some other cool blogs to read.
ready, set, GO!
p.s. I still think she cheated and i'm plotting ways to get close to the IPOD she said she had shipped in from the states which so HAPPENS to look just like mine. If it's mine I'll... I'll... I'LL THROW A HISSY FIT, and then I just might try to kick her ass (mind you I've never been in a fight).
Thinking about her possibly stealing MY IPOD is making me livid... grr.
One more exam, some beach time, a plane flight, a couple drinks, outback, pizza hut, mcdonalds, chinese food and maybe some sleep later I'll add some of my old posts from the other blog.
I should do it now... I've been procrastinating with studying for my histology final after rocking the lab...
mmm... or I can browse through blogger and find some other cool blogs to read.
ready, set, GO!
p.s. I still think she cheated and i'm plotting ways to get close to the IPOD she said she had shipped in from the states which so HAPPENS to look just like mine. If it's mine I'll... I'll... I'LL THROW A HISSY FIT, and then I just might try to kick her ass (mind you I've never been in a fight).
Thinking about her possibly stealing MY IPOD is making me livid... grr.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
The thief, the liar, my friend?
Making friends in a place away from home has proven to be quite... difficult.
You go somewhere new, surrounded by what seem to be edjucated, adult individuals, yet slowly overtime their real character comes out.
I have few close friends on this island. Within my first month here someone stole my IPOD from class. AWFUL I know. I was stuck on this god forsaken, 10 x 10 mile island without *gasp* my music!
I don't really want to go into the intrinsic development of this theory, but signs led me to believe my best friend on the island was the theif. I felt horrible for suspecting her, I put my doubt aside.
Today I took my anatomy final. The clinical was hard... the clinical is always hard - the lab was easy... the lab is always easy. For the first time I went to lab furing the first group instead of my usual second, wanting to get home early to study for my histology exam tomorrow.
I get a call when I get home - my best friend - "I need you to tell Dr. x that you saw S give me her clipboard for lab"
Apparently best friend was caught with a clipboard with all the answers for lab written all over it... she placed blame on S stating that S gave her her clipboard after the first session lab and BF didn't realize it.
...
I don't believe her.
I think she cheated.
I only think this because I still think she might've stolen my IPOD.
I still feel bad for thinking this.
*sigh*
The study buddy is back - must go back to work. - will vent more later
You go somewhere new, surrounded by what seem to be edjucated, adult individuals, yet slowly overtime their real character comes out.
I have few close friends on this island. Within my first month here someone stole my IPOD from class. AWFUL I know. I was stuck on this god forsaken, 10 x 10 mile island without *gasp* my music!
I don't really want to go into the intrinsic development of this theory, but signs led me to believe my best friend on the island was the theif. I felt horrible for suspecting her, I put my doubt aside.
Today I took my anatomy final. The clinical was hard... the clinical is always hard - the lab was easy... the lab is always easy. For the first time I went to lab furing the first group instead of my usual second, wanting to get home early to study for my histology exam tomorrow.
I get a call when I get home - my best friend - "I need you to tell Dr. x that you saw S give me her clipboard for lab"
Apparently best friend was caught with a clipboard with all the answers for lab written all over it... she placed blame on S stating that S gave her her clipboard after the first session lab and BF didn't realize it.
...
I don't believe her.
I think she cheated.
I only think this because I still think she might've stolen my IPOD.
I still feel bad for thinking this.
*sigh*
The study buddy is back - must go back to work. - will vent more later
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Recycling
I've started being nice to CPE again... he caught me online mid sentence talking to someone and I hit enter and it was sent to him - so he knew I was there. Regardless he unrelentingly kept IMing me till I answered.
I know this sounds awful, but I feel like I'm only speaking to him bccause I want to recycle him when I go home.
Have you heard about recycling?
Girls basically do it to keep their numbers down. We repeatedly sleep with people we've already slept with because it's "ok" we've already done it, we're not adding a number.
I know if I recycle him it'll be a very very very bad thing. But my recycling options are limited, my need is great, and he's an easy target.
I am a horrible horrible person...
I know this sounds awful, but I feel like I'm only speaking to him bccause I want to recycle him when I go home.
Have you heard about recycling?
Girls basically do it to keep their numbers down. We repeatedly sleep with people we've already slept with because it's "ok" we've already done it, we're not adding a number.
I know if I recycle him it'll be a very very very bad thing. But my recycling options are limited, my need is great, and he's an easy target.
I am a horrible horrible person...
Monday, April 10, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Oh boy
The inevitable drama has begun. Finals are a week away - I've already become upset with one of my friends (the kind of upset that makes me not want to talk to them anymore).
It's not that I'm even really upset at them, more like I'm upset with how upset they made me, therefore I cut them out completely.
People tell me it's not worth it. I think it is. I don't like feeling hurt.
If you hurt me, you're cut out - plain and simple.
It's not that I'm even really upset at them, more like I'm upset with how upset they made me, therefore I cut them out completely.
People tell me it's not worth it. I think it is. I don't like feeling hurt.
If you hurt me, you're cut out - plain and simple.
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