Week 1

Well, so far so good. The first week of the prematriculation class for the class of 2011 is over. I am beat, and I still have several chapters to read. And no, I'm not procrastinating with this blog. For your information, I took a break and decided to work on this entry since I've been away for a while.

So let's see...

Met some of my classmates for the fall in this program and the lot of them are pretty chill. I made a bunch of friends already and they've been very cool and helpful with me during classes. Hung out with a good deal of them At PJ's for dinner and drinks after friday's class. I think, "swell" describes them all to a T.

I met some of my professors as well. Hmmm, what can I say? All of them are good, but some lectures just run a bit too long for my attention span. So far, we've tackled the basics in biochem, physiology, medical terminology, and Osteopathic Manipulative Medicine. For the most part, many of the topics are sort of review for me, but everything seems to be moving at a faster pace now, and expectations are bigger as well. OMM is exciting to say the least. We get to learn how to manipulate people's bodies, crack their joints and diagnose their ailments, all at the same time. That and this course makes for better personal relationships with the rest of your class since you have to practice what you've learned, physically on your classmate. I'm actually looking forward to it, especially when we get to the lumbar portion...my back needs a definite adjustment.

The apartment looks great. Claudio (My roommate) and I are keeping the place well trimmed (Minus the couch, which will come at a later date). It's nice to have a place of my own once again. Still, I miss mom's cooking already. Since Claudio barely knows how to cook, I kinda took over kitchen duty. Eh, honestly, I don't mind it so much...I get to practice what I've learned at the house these past couple of years. It's great cuz after meals, he's the designated dishwasher.

Not much to tell, besides all that. I finish prematric in 4 more weeks and afterwards, it off to the white coat ceremony and then the real fun begins. For now, I'm just keeping my feet wet and making friends.

OK...time to get back to work.

27

Happy birthday to me!

Now that I'm one year older, there are some things I'd like to acknowledge and several persons to thank:

-To my family, immediate and extended...thank you for not being sick or dying, and for getting better if you were sick. And thank you for everything.

-To my friends, old and new...thank you for sticking by me. Also, thank you for calling me out on my many idiocies as well as looking out for me. If I made any mistakes towards you, my apologies. I'll try to make it up somehow.

-To my one and only...Maybe this year, perhaps. Here's to hoping.

-To God...you sure do know how to make things interesting.

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Letsee...Some pseudo-important things (to me at least) that I have accomplished between the age of 26 and 27 (drum roll, please):

1. Got into Med School (Woo Hoo!!).

2. Stayed alive for one more year (nice).

3. Got into better shape - well, I have a two-pack. 4 more and we got ourselves a party! Oh and I can run 7 miles if I really have to.

4. Went on a few dates...albeit none of them panned out. It was some fun, tho =).

5. I learned how to make a website ::raising the dork flag::

6. Managed to build a "modest" library of fictional literature, thanks to the local library and second-hand book stores, which also means that I've read a whole lot this past year (that's saying something for a guy who used to hate books).

7. Broadened my palate for wine.

8. I am more open to country and folk music now. Yeehaw!

9. Somehow, I've managed to put 40,000 miles on my car...and most of the driving was in Jersey...yikes.

10. I finally cleaned my room.

Hmmmm

I suck at witty conversation and funny banter. Can anybody help? I suppose not. Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to work on my body. I sure as hell can't impress anybody with my convo skillz.

Wine makes me stupid, but I figure, if everybody else is drinking as fast as I am, then it won't seem that bad, provided I don't remember what happened.

DRINK MERLOT!!!

Pizza is better with friends, especially with good friends.

Christmas in June is always a sure fire way to make me happy. That, and the Yankees winning.

Take lots of pictures. It makes for a wonderful evening!

Jersey Shore bar etiquette

In no particular order:

10. My name is NOT Rolex. I hate it when you think I'm the designated time keeper. It is quite annoying when you pick me out of a crowd to ALWAYS give you the time of day. This may sound a bit childish but, I think it's time you asked somebody else.

9. Please do not force your small talk on me. I understand that it is an awkward situation, being in a place where there are lots of strangers, but don't make it any worse by melting my brain with your idiotic prattle. If you really want to talk, fine, but you better have ammunition. Don't ask me about the weather, time, or whatever happened to that guy in high school that you had a crush on. I don't care.

8. I don't need help getting drunk. I know how to do it, and I can do it pretty well. Don't force me to chug my beer or buy another shot. They're expensive enough as it is. I know my limit and if I say no on the drinks, that usually means that we must stop for the time being...unless you want an ugly, smelly, messy scene where I violently puke on you and your girlfriend.

7. No drama in the bar! Put the white trash attitude and dirty laundry away. No need to be showing any of that in public. That's what "Cops" and "Jerry Springer" are for.

6. Don't insult the DD. They're there to save your ass.

5. Don't lecture me on what drink to get. As far as I'm concerned, the "cheap" stuff is just as liable to get me drunk as your imported swill. I don't need pretentious pricks who don't know shit from shinola telling me that their vodka is better than mine. Like you can really tell the difference.

4. IF YOU'RE SICK, STAY THE FUCK HOME!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE LIKE YOU!!

3. Respect the bathroom line! Not obeying this most important queue may be grounds for kicking your ass.

2. Know your place in the bar. Wait for your server, know your drink, tip them well, and don't cut the line. Failure to comply is also grounds for kicking your ass.

1. If you'll be my friend, I'll be yours. Show some love.