Junior year-wrap up

Okay, I really should've gotten this done on Saturday, when I was safely away at college....and not battling it out with my brother for computer time, but ah, so it goes. I was way too fried from failing like...6 finals that week to write anything remotely coherent. And I can't promise that I'm feeling much better now, but I'll try here.

So, I got home on Sunday afternoon basically after pulling an all nighter packing/cleaning and the very next day I was sent off to toil in baskin robbins (the place where all bad little premed droppers go to repent.)....but eh, I don't feel quite like bitching about that because I think my hatred for that store and its' customers was nicely encapsultated in an old blog entry last summer (look it up!). The more time I spend at home, the more I feel like I don't belong here, or never did.... my brother can go on and on about how he hates it here and how stifling the familial atmosphere can be. But in the end, I know he is far more comfortable with the arrangement than I ever was or could be. He understands my parents....knows their bizarre quirks and idiosyncracies, can masterfully get what he wants by merely appealing to my mother's emotions. I, however, operate on logic. It makes sense to me, and I just can't imagine ranting and raving to get my point across.... but clearly, that's what works with my mother.

Which is really why this whole premed thing, will never... ever completely blow over. To be fair, my mom waited a whole 24 hours before she snuck it into the conversation, basically implying how she wasn't going to argue with me about it because clearly "you just keep doing whatever you want to do anyway." Yes...in my mother's mind, in addition to my prolonged stint working in the Red Light district of london, and that time I was impregnated by dwarves in Alaska, I've been fucking up right and left, ignoring the wise gentle words of my parents. Right. Contradictions...that's all I get here. Each one more maddening than the last. If, when out w/ the whole family, we happen to spot an indian kid who's a "preemie" (ahem, me and my brother hypothesized that all indian docs marry other indian docs, and pop out more indian docs....who will be premed...or ELSE...), well I don't even have to wait a full second before my mother lets out a shuddering sigh... "Some kids know their goal and go after it.....they don't just give up...like other kids." Gee... I wonder who she could be referring to.

Anyway, I have exactly 55 days before I get to escape..er..i mean..LEAVE for Costa Rica. In that time here's what I need to accomplish:

1. Putting in some serious time with the LSAT (okay, funny note... I was unpacking and took out my MCAT book which I had to lug home for my brother to use....and my mom saw it and gave me this look like..."PLEASE....PLEASE, look at all that highlighting you did....dont' let it go to waste!" Amusing. Then she practically bit my head off when I asked her if I could borrow her credit card to get an LSAT prep book. Jesus, I may have to start studying in the middle of the night under the covers with a flashlight with all the support I'm getting here at home.) ....
2. Get a passport... This is actually a bit more annoying a process than I anticipated. And then there's the whole part of getting a picture taken for it, which my mom is elated over...why? Well, I got a haircut as soon as I got back....and it's CHIN-LENGTH. The good? Well, at first I thought it would piss my mom off (which I have to admit, is getting to be a strangely addictive high), but she loved it because according to her I look like a "bouncy, chipper 12 year old." Oh yay, this also allays any fears she have about me getting some nookie in Costa Rica, and she's probably right, I wouldn't attract mosquitos looking like a "bouncy" little indian boy. Sheesh.
3. Drivers license. I could cry right now...why is this so hard for me?? Total morons have their license (Exhibit A: my hick neighbor), why can't I get one.... ? Argh. Must get it....license = freedom...
4. Learn spanish- Okay, ahem, I wasn't so worried about getting to costa rica not knowing a single goddamn word except for..well.. the aforementioned "te quiero" and "te amo." Not to mention, "cabron" (bastard) and "puta" (bitch). Ahem, put those all together and uh...those aren't really sentences I wanna be throwing out on a regular basis. But in any case, if my devious plan to head to Nicaragua after the program ends pans out...I'm gonna need to know a hell of a lot more spanish than that.
5. Somehow earn money to get a digital camera. I'd rather impale myself on a rusty spike than ask my parents for it, given the fairly explosive nature of our relationship now, so I'm left scrounging around my boring suburb for employment. Hahahaha....oh man I'm screwed.
6. Get arm muscles! I swear, I have zero upper body strength. I remember in kick boxing, I almost crashed into a wall when attempting to do a pull up using the beam. And does anyone care to guess how many pushups I can do before I can hear my elbows snapping? THREE...pathetic! "You a girly man!" Yep.

Okay, so I promised a wrap up of this year...which I have to say was pretty damn unique. I'm definately evolving, and despite the fact that my gpa appears to be sinking into a black hole, ...I'd say its for the better. Just in case, in some horrid twilight zone-esque scenario that my parents get tech-savvy and happen to stumble onto my site (and I get shipped to a convent in India)...I won't get into details, but yeah, I did stuff. Cough. Okay, clearly being at home is making me really paranoid.

And now it is time to jog a mile, sporting my weird boy hair cut, and enjoy my one day off from work. Sweet. Until next time folks:)

Quote of the Day:
(about Colin Powell saying "When you say Indy 500, people all over the world know what you're talking about.")
Jon Stewart: "Yes...like when you go to Darfur and say 'INDY 500! And they say..."please help us, we're the victims of genocide." And he's like "but DUUUDE, it's the Indy 500!"
---Daily Show