Well, today marks a new whoa in the medical school application process for me. I received two rejections in the same day. Most days I am frantically checking my gmail (yes this goes beyond just having the gmail window open at the bottom of my computer at work) and scrutinizing every new silent "ding" of my inbox. But today, I wasn't even thinking about med school news funny enough, and when I checked my email for the first time I received a rejection from Creighton. Not that I wanted to go to Nebraska and make friends with the corn fields or anything or get back to my Jesuit roots (haha) but it stings nevertheless. Not to mention the email assured me that I would also be receiving this notice in writing, in case anything about thanks but no thanks confused me.
The rest of my day went ok, except for the fact that starting at a glowing computer screen didn't exactly help the throb of my sinus pressure. Work was fine, I managed to stay almost 10 hours, in order to makeup some time I am planning on missing on Friday to leave early.
Then I arrived back home, only to open my mailbox and find one thin envelope. I knew it right then, this was gonna be a double dose. As I glanced at the sender's insignia, it burned even more. Albert Einstein...a private school in the Bronx...basically my top choice. A great school, and in New York. Not that I thought I had a good chance of getting an interview from them, but there is no way to feel good about a rejection, especially when it's from a geographic region of desirability :-(
Well, hopefully doing laundry tonight treats me ok, and at least I don't have to get up at 5:30 am like I did this morning...Oh yeah, and I am going to New York on Friday..wahoo!
P.S. Congrats to my cousin Kevin for getting into Nursing School at Columbia!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Welcome February
Rabbit! Rabbit!
Welcome to February everyone. And by starting off my first post of the month with "rabbit rabbit" I am sure to have good luck. According to my fourth grade teacher, you are supposed to say "rabbit rabbit" as the first thing you utter on the first day of every month and you will have good luck. I try to remember before I get out of bed most months. Nevertheless, some mornings I am unaware altogether that a new month has arrived, and other times, all I can think about is how its morning and I have to pee, or that I am freezing, or that its 6:30 am and that I would really rather not be going to work and instead of uttering "lapin lapin" (haha) I am substituting the childish ritual for cursing. Wow, how I've rambled, but that's what you readers signed up for...please reference the blog description.
Ok, so it is the second month of 2009! I have been living in 811 for over 7 months! Just like I am sure everyone else is saying, except maybe for those economic pundits who wish that time would pass sooner, and that we weren't in the endless toilet bowl spiral of the "recession," I like most rational or maybe irrational folks, am amazed how fast recent or maybe that is very relative, but some recent span of time has passed. In a few short months I will be moving out of my apartment and then starting medical school who knows where. But I really can't keep projecting my future and need to remain in the present! Carpe Diem you fool!
Well, it's Super Bowl Sunday, and like a good Ammmurican, I am going to be sitting in front of my tv watching the great american game. Although many of today's players will end up with some crappy pension, suffering from bad knees and too many concussions (athlete brains). There I go on another rant, thanks neuropsych, trauma department, mommy telling me to wear a helmet, etc., etc.
It should be amussing, although I am not sure who to root for. I think I might actually be pulling for the Cardinals. I'm sure they have about as much chance of winning as George W. Bush has of being elected a member of Mensa; but, I've liked Larry Fitzgerald since his days at Pitt, and I usually pull for the underdog...except for maybe Rogggger Federer (damn Aussie Open). So yeah, I will be watching along with the rest of the couch potato, chip dipping, beer drinking fat ass Americans. I am feeling lots better from my recent soiree with the flu, so I might even crack open a cold one (import, please) myself.
With the close of Sunday, comes another brutal work week. But I am headed up to New York on Friday to celebrate Danielle's Birthday, so that should be ample motivation to work some extra hours and hop on the Chinatown bus early Friday afternoon.
That's all for now kids! I am sure most people are still sleeping, but since I prescribed bed-rest for myself, I managed to sleep 10 hours and wake up at 8am! G is for Glorious I know (that fucking G commercial is in my head). So enjoy your Sunday everyone and remember....in the words of E. Hemingway... Hay que aprovechar el tiempo.
Welcome to February everyone. And by starting off my first post of the month with "rabbit rabbit" I am sure to have good luck. According to my fourth grade teacher, you are supposed to say "rabbit rabbit" as the first thing you utter on the first day of every month and you will have good luck. I try to remember before I get out of bed most months. Nevertheless, some mornings I am unaware altogether that a new month has arrived, and other times, all I can think about is how its morning and I have to pee, or that I am freezing, or that its 6:30 am and that I would really rather not be going to work and instead of uttering "lapin lapin" (haha) I am substituting the childish ritual for cursing. Wow, how I've rambled, but that's what you readers signed up for...please reference the blog description.
Ok, so it is the second month of 2009! I have been living in 811 for over 7 months! Just like I am sure everyone else is saying, except maybe for those economic pundits who wish that time would pass sooner, and that we weren't in the endless toilet bowl spiral of the "recession," I like most rational or maybe irrational folks, am amazed how fast recent or maybe that is very relative, but some recent span of time has passed. In a few short months I will be moving out of my apartment and then starting medical school who knows where. But I really can't keep projecting my future and need to remain in the present! Carpe Diem you fool!
Well, it's Super Bowl Sunday, and like a good Ammmurican, I am going to be sitting in front of my tv watching the great american game. Although many of today's players will end up with some crappy pension, suffering from bad knees and too many concussions (athlete brains). There I go on another rant, thanks neuropsych, trauma department, mommy telling me to wear a helmet, etc., etc.
It should be amussing, although I am not sure who to root for. I think I might actually be pulling for the Cardinals. I'm sure they have about as much chance of winning as George W. Bush has of being elected a member of Mensa; but, I've liked Larry Fitzgerald since his days at Pitt, and I usually pull for the underdog...except for maybe Rogggger Federer (damn Aussie Open). So yeah, I will be watching along with the rest of the couch potato, chip dipping, beer drinking fat ass Americans. I am feeling lots better from my recent soiree with the flu, so I might even crack open a cold one (import, please) myself.
With the close of Sunday, comes another brutal work week. But I am headed up to New York on Friday to celebrate Danielle's Birthday, so that should be ample motivation to work some extra hours and hop on the Chinatown bus early Friday afternoon.
That's all for now kids! I am sure most people are still sleeping, but since I prescribed bed-rest for myself, I managed to sleep 10 hours and wake up at 8am! G is for Glorious I know (that fucking G commercial is in my head). So enjoy your Sunday everyone and remember....in the words of E. Hemingway... Hay que aprovechar el tiempo.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sick
Haven't really been inspired to post anything funny or witty due to my recent ailment. I will be back on my A game this weekend. Hope all 5 people who may read this are doing well.
P.S. I am looking forward to my delivery Chinese food...yay for soup!!
P.S. I am looking forward to my delivery Chinese food...yay for soup!!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Snow?
Is this the best D.C. can do for snow? Well, I shouldn't complain, at least I got to see the white flakes...but Montgomery County calling school...that's just nuts!
In other news, I made Moroccan chicken for dinner...something new and different, it was really tasty. I halved the recipe, but still ended up with a large quantity of leftovers...if anyone is hungry, by all means come by.
I think I might be getting a cold, throat feels a bit like a mix between cement and sandpaper. So I think I will be pumpkinizing earlier than usual....that's par for Uncle Stale though. ;-)
In other news, I made Moroccan chicken for dinner...something new and different, it was really tasty. I halved the recipe, but still ended up with a large quantity of leftovers...if anyone is hungry, by all means come by.
I think I might be getting a cold, throat feels a bit like a mix between cement and sandpaper. So I think I will be pumpkinizing earlier than usual....that's par for Uncle Stale though. ;-)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Who's the bigger idiot?
Who does everyone hate more? Although Dildo...I mean Blago certainly has the dumb combover and creepy stare, Paterson is a close second and you've gotta love Fred Armisen's impersonation. So who takes the cake, the guy who compared his life to Pearl Harbor, or the crack addict who appointed the NRA's most prized upstate New York blonde hick?
I was inspired by Maureen Dowd:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/25/opinion/25dowd.html?_r=1
Please leave your comments!!
I was inspired by Maureen Dowd:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/25/opinion/25dowd.html?_r=1
Please leave your comments!!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Colonials Basketball
Well, I just returned from the Smith Center....two thoughts...I miss the 2005-2006 squad and Hobbs needs to be canned now.
We only got there about 30 mins early, and got seats first row behind the GW bench. What an interesting experience. Forget that we'd already lost 8 straight, and that we had the best seat in the house to cheer us away from number 9. It was a decent game by recent standards...we played Rhode Island to double OT and managed to hang tough despite some bogus refs. But I am not gonna blame the game on the refs even though Diggs, our best player, fouled out with about 8 minutes to go in regulation. I am going to blame this one on Hobbs and the verbal abuse he dished out faster than fast-break passes and more intense than slam dunks. Never have I heard one short man scream louder, or convulse more wickedly at each mistake. I frankly wondered if we even conducted practices anymore and if the the meaning of his four letter tirades had lost their effectiveness...
No I did not bow him as he entered, nor did I boo. Instead I just shook my head and reminisced about the glory days of Mike, Pops, JR and Carl. There were a few bright spots, Ware the freshman played well and Johnny Lee had two clutch 3s down the stretch. Even Diggs managed 18 points before taking a seat. Too bad players look as if they are going to cry when Hobbs screams at them. I mean come on...where is the love coach? It's time to give up the "fuck you Witherspoon's" and "you are going to shoot us to a loss" Damian's. I have had enough of our crap and miss the good ole' days. Well, at least those fuckers at Georgetown lost today as well.
I guess it's time to switch my laundry, and cool my jets with the Week in Review section of the NYTimes and beer!
We only got there about 30 mins early, and got seats first row behind the GW bench. What an interesting experience. Forget that we'd already lost 8 straight, and that we had the best seat in the house to cheer us away from number 9. It was a decent game by recent standards...we played Rhode Island to double OT and managed to hang tough despite some bogus refs. But I am not gonna blame the game on the refs even though Diggs, our best player, fouled out with about 8 minutes to go in regulation. I am going to blame this one on Hobbs and the verbal abuse he dished out faster than fast-break passes and more intense than slam dunks. Never have I heard one short man scream louder, or convulse more wickedly at each mistake. I frankly wondered if we even conducted practices anymore and if the the meaning of his four letter tirades had lost their effectiveness...
No I did not bow him as he entered, nor did I boo. Instead I just shook my head and reminisced about the glory days of Mike, Pops, JR and Carl. There were a few bright spots, Ware the freshman played well and Johnny Lee had two clutch 3s down the stretch. Even Diggs managed 18 points before taking a seat. Too bad players look as if they are going to cry when Hobbs screams at them. I mean come on...where is the love coach? It's time to give up the "fuck you Witherspoon's" and "you are going to shoot us to a loss" Damian's. I have had enough of our crap and miss the good ole' days. Well, at least those fuckers at Georgetown lost today as well.
I guess it's time to switch my laundry, and cool my jets with the Week in Review section of the NYTimes and beer!
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