Blog# 00.02: People are Officially Tired of It Already!

I think I might have been tired yesterday. We had just yesterday (Friday) completed a weeks worth of soul-draining, sleep-depriving, teeth-grinding, noun-verbing Block Exams. There were assorted parties and people to visit and I was going to start getting ready without having really decided what I was going to be doing. But First, I figured I should take a nap to recharge myself before I do any more depleting activities. Well lets say it was about 7:00pm (because it was) and lets say that I didn't wake up until 11:30... the next morning! WTF! Geez! It is axally impossible to sleep that long straight so my brain must have played a trick on me (e.g. have me open my eyes real fast and close them immediately at around 4:00am so reset the sleep timer. My brain is always playing tricks on me like that!)

Well I started cleaning my room up pretty good this morning. I basically moved in by bringing everything upstairs to my room and then violently shaking the boxes until their contents exploded out in every direction, which is not ideal especially since I live in a "baller mansion." Its a brand new 2-story house (no one has lived in it until our crazy group). We have 2 living rooms each with its own seperate fireplace, 2 dining room areas, a huge kitchen right out of a cooking TV show with a hugemongous island in it (all marble countertops!). My room is upstairs and it is big enough to.. well, you know what, I'm not sure how big... I think ima have to organize a Room Measuring party. It will preferably be underwear-themed (no clothes allowed!) and we'll measure it phonebooth style, by squeezing as many people that will fit into it. Taht would be the best college meaurement possible. "Oh how big is your room, Mikey?", "Oh it is 147 people large", "Oh, is that stacked to the ceiling or just standing on the floor", "I... what school did YOU go to, hypothetical question-asker!!!" and *poof* he disappears because I don't have any more dialogue.

The ceilings are actually pretty high in this room (at least 12 students high.. heh heh alllriiight)

~Micheal... I mean Michael


Blog# 00.01: Meh Debut

Disclaimer: I never make sense and I never tell the truth. And, yes, that does apply to the previous sentence...

Yay! First post on my new blog website that I built from the ground-up with my own hands! Kids these days have their blogs handed to them... never had to work the earth for their boring stories... why, when I was... *gasp!*... *dies*

Thats better. So I would like to dedicate this inaugural blog to the memory of my dear friend Jon Lai, *cracks a box of wine against his lucite coffin* for telling me that the hard part of pharmacy school was just the gettin-in part, and after that you just cruise to your diploma... Well two things are wrong with that scenario: firstly, pharmacy school is not easy! I may be so inclined as to say it is difficult! Or if I've had a few drinks I might even go so far as to describe it as "slurr slurr yelly cuss... [descends into some lost Scandinavian language...]." And secondively, some would argue that Jon Lai is not technically dead. Well, he's dead to me and that carries so much more weight.

The past four-fourteenths-of-a-fortnight have been pretty improbable. This whole week is the Blocks (read: all midterms, but they're actually a-third-terms) and thay half been soe stressful but luckily the stress will soon be gone redirected. I just received an email saying that we will have a mandatory white coat ceremony rehearsal tomorrow at noon and we will take the class pixur! YAY! We need to have ironed on the ghetto 'Touro patch' onto the left breast pocket by tomorrow (Mikreskin foresees at least a couple people's ghetto patches falling off of their labcoats during the ceremony). YAY! I, luckily, am probably the only one who still does not have no labcoat (but at least I can "rehearse" like I have one...). Like I said on taht other blog I used to have, they had to have my size custom-made and shipped from special Samoan tailors which is a problem in itself because those big motherfuckers take the majority of the time just threading the tiny needle. Crap. So I have heard less than zero since they said that they had/would order the new size... but, like I included in the email I sent to the 2nd year pharm student, I can always wear a big white T and just draw the pockets etc on with a black Sharpie, so no biggy...

Meanwhile it is 1:30am and I haven't begun studying for my last Block A exam (ClinSciences) which is at 9:00am today. :)

Is everybody HAPPY!?!?!

~Michael F. Worcestershire III