Thursday, November 24, 2005
dear diary, my angst has a bodycount.
also: the Ps strike back
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAN!!!! i hope you enjoyed the cake and the card and the present and the day in general! it's beanday greenday! :]
and that was the best part of the week.
pdp was such a waste of time. i can't believe i spent 15 whole minutes talking about clinical tests for hypertension. i could practically see everyone's brain stems wriggling out of the tops of their skulls as they struggled to stay conscious. well done me.
0.5h with the patient + 1.5 hours discussing stupid clinical pathophysiology = excuse me, i thought we were supposed to learn how to be better communicators, not muggers extraordinaire. sigh.
pms sucks. mood swings suck. bloatedness sucks. the fever sucks. the breakouts suck. the general feeling of aughhh achy joints sucks. the only thing that doesn't suck about pms is that the faster it comes, the faster it goes the hell away. blagh. which brings me, the crabby proliferative-phase-uterus-containing female, to:
pbl. another gigantic dollop of retardedness. a glossy sheen of vomit on a malodorous turd of a week. being an efficient pbl group has its drawbacks, which include, but are not limited to, having to go through, in nail-pullingly, hair-rendingly excruciating detail, every single one of our thought processes from their ill-starred beginning to their sorry, sorry logical conclusion.
let me just say that this new pbl lecture system sucks big globes of pigshit. and also that i miss khe.
hmm. driving test tmr. nervous as hell. exams in 5 days' time. but--. bailey's is sitting in the cupboard (even the mere silver of the possibility of eventual bailey's consumption makes me pleased. hooray) thanks to e. yay! no drinking though. just looking lovingly at the aesthetic curves of the bottle is enough to make me a very, very happy girl.
wow. check out the progression of mood from the beginning of this entry to the end. think you'd better not stand too close to me. might get hit by my MOODSWING.
check out the pstuff! the revenge of the Ps! were they oppressed in the first place? were their souls trampled upon? were they persecuted into rebellion and anarchy? rise up, my alphabetical brethren! i have a dream! a dream where Ps shall rule the world! Ps are the master race! for far too long we have allowed the other letters to rule all forms of communication. no more! from now on, we shall hijack the blogosphere! REJECT SPELLING!! DEATH TO GRAMMAR!!
ppPPPpppppp p p pp5p ppppp
yes. i forgot my pills this morning. can you tell? not really, hmm? what? you say the nice men in white coats have something for me? get into their van?
+ fictions&fires
5:30 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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