Cabin Fever

So, DC is in the midst of a Snowpocalypse. Record breaking snowfalls - around the neighborhood of 3 feet last weekend, and Round 2 is happening right now. In various places on the internet DC has been getting a lot of flack from Northerners and the like for being a little bitch about it, but as someone who has lived in Florida almost my entire life, I'm losing my damn mind. I was supposed to have a test on Monday. School was then, and Tuesday, and is closed tomorrow. Maybe Thursday. I haven't left my house since Saturday, except to venture out for a minute to take pictures.

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I had a dream that I was transported 200 years into the future (but an alternate universe). Obama was still the president. He was assassinated later in the dream though, by aliens. The Islamic faith was no longer practiced/extinct (coincidence? lol. "Oh yeah," I told curious futurites. "They didn't eat pork.") I was taken in by a co-op of future citizens who lived in a treehouse. As we sat around the table and ate, a young boy talked about his baseball game that day. Baseball was pretty much the same, except all the players were required to have their own purple bat, and the bats were legally not for sale. You had to steal one to get one. At one point after the alien invasion, Dan Akryoid showed up, and was an experienced fighter.

I have missed dreams like this. For a while I had nothing but nightmares, which I am sure were connected to my anxiousness over the whole med school application cycle. So all in all, I am pretty good right now. Moving to DC in a month.
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So, it's my last semester, yay. Been going on med school interviews. Just came back from Wake Forest, where somewhere along the journey I caught something in one of those giant, flying, bacterial incubators they call airplanes. Just great. Tomorrow I'll be interviewing in Tallahassee at FSU. Still not accepted anywhere yet.

In other news, I tried to make this semester be nice and easy, but apparently I judged my classes wrong because it's turning out to be a lot of work. Still, fun is being had, but not nearly as much as I had hoped. I got an ice cream maker; I've been experimenting with that. I made some bitchin' malted milk ice cream. With Whoppers in it! I bought a Snuggie. I would never order one, but it was only 15 bucks at Walgreens. Honestly, I would have been a FOOL to not take advantage of that. I look ridiculous in it, like some sort of half assed wizard or a Klansmen who accidentally threw his robe in with the darks on laundry day, but I can't doubt its utility.

That's all for now I guess. Hope everyone is well!

Cross Your Fingers!

So an update:

I broke my damn computer so I'm at the library, and paranoid about nosy people.
Senior year, trying to get good grades despite a disturbing lack of motivation, time is really flying by, so on and so forth. Had a dream in which the new, all-the-rage fad was the so-called "diarrhea club" - a slang term (why? I have no idea) for sinister establishments where men take their girlfriends in order to have them beaten by gangs of thugs. BUT: I got an invite to interview at Washington University in St. Louis School of Medicine. So needless to say I am beyond excited about that. Wish me luck!

I hope everyone is doing well.
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So I took the MCAT on Tuesday. I stayed with the lovely Miss Laird, as my test was in Gainesville. It was pretty brutal. The physics section just anihillated me. I'm not that hot at physics in the first place, but then it's just the sheer number of formulas they want you to know for the damn thing. Still, I feel as if a huge burden has been lifted now that I've taken it. Hopefully, I won't have to take it again.

Kinda funny story though: while some of the other test takers and I were waiting outside the test room, the proctor (who was Hispanic) came out. I just happened to be standing next to another Hispanic guy, and he came over to us and said, "Hey, you look like you're from Puerto Rico, you have that face." I assumed he was just talking to the guy standing next to me, who he replied that he was Puerto Rican. I didn't say anything and I didn't think anything of it. Then when I was admitted inside the test room (which was crazy, they only let us in one at a time and they fingerprinted us and took our pictures and we were videotaped during the test), the proctor was speaking in a very low voice because the people admitted before me had already started their test (it's computerized so you don't have to wait for anyone). He put a sign in sheet in front of me with a big X next to where I was supposed to sign my name. He said something as he did that, but it was so quiet I didn't hear him and I just signed my name. Turns out, he was speaking to me in Spanish, and my implicit obedience with his command to sign the paper reinforced his idea that I understood. He proceeded to give me my entire pre-test briefing in Spanish. I was too embarrassed to stop him. The directions were easy to follow, so I just let him hablar.

After I took the test and drove home, I got to my place at about 6:00PM. I just crashed on the bed and when I woke up it was 7:30AM. 30 days until my inner peace is either heightened or shattered when my scores come out.


This update was spurred on by the totally ridiculous thing that happened to me today: My car was broken into. LAME. My dad very graciously gave me a Garmin GPS thingy for Christmas, and of course warned me about the high theftability of it, but damn. Now it is gone. I stored it in the glove compartment out of sight, but it didn't occur to me to remove the little windshield mount when I wasn't using it. I guess the fiend(s) saw the little cradle and figured I must have a GPS navigator somewhere in the car. To add salt to the wound, the villain also took the cradle from the windshield, the Garmin charger, and this cool little device I have that plugs into my cigarette lighter that lets me play my iPod through the radio. I was extremely naive to think it was okay to leave it in there, even out of sight.

The thing that really fries my cheese is that it happened at school, on a Saturday (I had a med school forum all day today, which is why I was at school). The perpetrator is obviously someone who specializes in the theft of GPS devices. They didn't take anything else from my messy car. They didn't break the glass; somehow they jimmied the lock. I'd really like to know what method they used, cause the police dude couldn't find any signs of forced entry and even wondered if I actually locked my doors (which I did. Ironically, my little electronic door locker/unlocker was dead, so the one day I actually manually lock my doors I get ganked). I guess I should be happy they didn't break the glass, but they didn't even bother to close the damn door. Lesson learned.

In other non totally lame news, most aspects of my life are the same as last time I updated my journal. Things that have changed: this semester is really big for me because I'm actually starting the med school application process now. I just shelled out 210 big ones to sign up for the MCAT, and I need to start working on personal statements and asking for letters of rec and all that stuff. It's overwhelming because it seems like everything has led up tot his and now it's all happening at once. I've got a pretty full course load too, but the classes are surprisingly easy and there is a lot of overlap, so that's not really stressing me. I'm taking Literature of the Bible this semester, cause I want to keep up my writing skills and I want to actually read the Bible, but I figure after many failed attempts it wasn't gonna happen unless it was for a grade (Sorry God). It's actually way more interesting than I could have hoped for, and there are some badass parts. In Second Kings the prophet Elisha was walking and a mob of kids were teasing him about being a prophet of God (and about being bald), so he called down a curse on them and the kids (42 of them to be exact) got devoured by bears. It's really interesting to see how the concepts change as the historically documented situation in ancient Israel changes.

I also decided that all study and no exercise makes Briana a constantly gaining weight college student, so I joined one of UCF's many sports clubs - fencing! It's pretty awesome. Practices kick my ass because I haven't run in approximately 5 years, but it's fun. I like the strategy involved. We have to wear all this protective gear so we don't impale each other, even with tips in the swords. Us ladies have to wear this ridiculous one-size-fits-all breast plate with these comically far apart boob spaces so we can protect our dirty pillows.

My responsibilities in my research lab have really picked up, so I spend a lot of time there running experiments.

After this semester, my life will be unbelievably easier. So I'm just trying to do what I gotta do and be done with it and have it off my mind.
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Good Evening.

I have three tests on Tuesday, and one of them is an essay test (in Molecular Biology II no less) but I looooove procrastinating. I also love cooking. So I made a quiche! From scratch! It is a ham, caramelized onions, and swiss/gruyere quiche.

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A Dream

I have a lot of really weird, vivid dreams, and I've always loved that.

A few nights ago I had a documentary-like Behind the Music-style dream about Don Dacus' struggles during his short-lived stint as a member of the band Chicago.

I have never heard and songs by Chicago; I don't even know what they look like. The only reason I've heard of Don Dacus is because he starred as Woof Daschund in the 1979 film version of the musical Hair (which I happened to watch the day I had this dream). But my brain filled in all the details for me. I wish I could remember how the song Chicago played in my dream went. All I remember was that there was a nice guitar solo and it was performed on a circular, rotating stage. The only other part of the dream I remember is an altercation between Don and some presumably made-up member of Chicago which resulted in Don getting pushed and hitting his head on a jukebox. It was all very dramatic.

I hope everyone is getting a chance to relax over this Thanksgiving break.

Checking in

So I haven't updated my journal in a while. Nothing has really changed, but I have to say I feel better and happier, though I'm not sure if I can pinpoint why. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? Actually I can't stand that phrase, because my bitchy old grandmother said this to me in an infamous family reunion incident in which I refused her offer of the soap and shampoo bottles from our shared hotel room. Who offers someone complimentary items they could easily get themselves and gets offended over the refusal?

I live off campus in a real life apartment now, and I'm very happy with it, save for the fact that a particular Niceville cheerleader with matching first and last name initials whom I don't believe I will ever like lives next door and constantly plays the avert-eyes-don't-speak-I-don't-know-you game.

Still an aspiring med school student. The thing about this year (which I think is one of the reasons I feel happier) is that for the first time since I started college, I can genuinely click my heels and shout "SCIENCE IS FUN!" I'm past all my prereqs and everything is starting to become interrelated ad is really falling into place. I'm learning, I'm loving learning, and most important of all, I'm retaining what is being learned. It's good to feel like your curriculum (thank God Firefox spell check) is more than just a means to an end.

On that note, I'm starting in a lab working with bacteria suspected to cause Crohn's disease. The people are nice and relaxed and I'm enjoying myself so far, though at this point I'm only starting out.

I also volunteer at Orlando Regional Medical Center, doing the most awesome job ever: I'm up in would management, where the staff is struggling to go computerized. So I scan pictures of wounds into their computer. An inordinate amount of the wounds seem to involve assholes that are ripped or in some way inflamed or whatnot. Lots of asses.

I keep getting called for jury duty back in Okaloosa and it's getting on my nerves. I would love to do jury duty, but I'm not there and they know this. I hope they don't come and put me in the pokey because I just overnighted my jury excusal form today, but they should have received it on Monday. OOOOPS!

That's all for now I guess.
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