Today I went to Ann Arbor to meet with my pre-med advisor... med-school application status: terrifying. Apparently I don't look good on paper. Unless it's a picture of me.

Other than that, I finished my mom's mother's day painting on time, and here's a little of the finished product. The entire painting wouldn't fit on the blog, so here's a link to see the whole thing: Daffodils.


...and the cookies I made tonight because I wanted one. I made up the recipe a few days ago, but gave the first batch away to Stacey for her BBQ.

"Dam girl!"

So yesterday I was helping my dear friend Stacey set up for her beer pong BBQ in Ann Arbor. As we were attempting to unload the heavy keg of Bud Lite (ick), this lanky black man comes running up to help us move it onto the front porch. As he's moving it, he's telling me that he saw me from a few houses down, and I got the whole 'ooh girl, you so beautiful' and 'look at your curves' stuff... you know, basic protocol. He said he was a painter (as in painting the exterior of the house a few doors down), and, unfortunately, said he'd be back with his card. Skip a couple hours and look who shows up at the door, this guy trying to holla-holla-holla-holla. As I'm telling him that's great, grand, wonderful, and escaping to the top floor of the house, he gives me his "card" and tells me to read the back of it when I get a chance. Not only was his presence creepy, but it was super embarrassing. This is the note:



I know it seems mean of me to trivialize this poor guy just trying to get around, but after it happens X times a week, it just gets really annoying. I was watching Big Medicine today, and this woman was obese because she was actively trying to avoid the attention of men. And although it's not for the same reason, I think about it sometimes when I'm just trying to walk down the street and not be made uncomfortable. Example: The other day I was walking in the rain on Wayne State's campus when a man physically lifts up my umbrella to look me in the eyes and tells me how beautiful I am. When he asked for my number, I told him I have a boyfriend (lie)... in response, he says okay, as I'm walking away, he adds "...yeah you got a fat ass too, mmm mmm mmm". And although that's a compliment to him, I was super self-conscious for the rest of the day, and was practically backing in the corners to avoid any further attention my derrière may have drawn.

-Ms. Lady

If You Rap Like Me, You Don't Get Paid, and if You Roll Like Me, You Don't Get Laid...

Finally... some changes!

First, I'm done with Physiology and Microbiology, both of which I received an A in (unless my T.A. changes my Blackboard physio grade, which, knowing her, she may...). Funny that I took these classes; they were both after the whole flight attendant stint in which I decided to maybe become a physician assistant rather than a doctor, the P.A. program requiring both of these classes. During that time, I realized that my true goal is to become a doctor, I pretty much yearn to become one every day. The idea of being a P.A. is not something I would not consider, but only if I cannot get into medical school. When I see a P.A., I don't feel bad that I'm not him/her, but when I go to the doctor, I pretty much gaze longingly into his/her eyes because they're doing what I want to be doing. So this whole realization has led to me being back on the medical school track... not only do I have to retake physics (which I screwed up royally at Michigan), but I have started studying for the MCAT again (July 8th!). Thanks to Julie, my forever lifesaver, she has helped me get motivated to start contacting past professors and counselors to help me get my 'ish' together and begin my application process. So, I guess I'm on my way! I hope that medical school admissions can see past my first couple years of screwing around at Michigan, and my lack of tons of experience working with people, and my big fat booty. Although the latter may help my chances...

Also, I started painting again. I haven't done that for leisure since Italy in 2004, and even that was only really motivated by my Drawing in Italy class. Right now, I'm working on a 5' by 3' acrylic painting of huge daffodils on a bright red background for my mom on Mother's Day... sounds kind of boring, but it's pretty great so far. I'd post a picture but I don't want her seeing it, even though she can barely turn on the computer let alone find this blog.

Alright, time to learn more about sigma bonds between atoms... jealous??

P.S. New favorite band: MGMT (especially their song "Electric Feel")... thanks Chanel!

B(l)ack by (Popular) Demand

So it's been awhile... my life was chock full of reading, studying, and taking exams for a few weeks. Right now I'm on spring break and things aren't looking too much different. This spring break isn't like most 24-year-olds' spring breaks, it's been full of reading, organizing old family photos, patching holes in walls and then painting them, and interior design. No booze or sex unfortunately, but would Martha Stewart sacrifice finding the perfect warm tone for an office wall by trying to get laid and take great Facebook photos in Florida? I think not.

I've been having these really weird clairvoyant-like dreams this past week. One was sort of a nightmare, in which I was trapped in my bathtub with four centipedes... I managed to kill one of them, but then the largest one started to run towards me (they weren't real centipede sized, they were like squirrel-sized but longer). As I was panicking, the centipede suddenly had my cat's face and it attacked me, it felt as if something had bitten into my hand. I woke up at about 3:30 AM with my heart pounding, and I immediately started looking for my cat b/c I felt like something was wrong. Turns out someone let him out around dinner-time and never let him back in. He was just sitting by the side door waiting for me to come get him. It's as if he was contacting me from outside of the house in my dreams... what a freak!

In other news, I had a really nice day today. I went out for lunch with my brother the businessman, something we haven't done together in awhile without the rest of the family. We looked through a family album that I put together from scrap pictures that I have found during the past week, we laughed at our teenage awkwardness and my mom's ever-changing hair, oh, and my dad's seventies mustache. For dinner, I got carryout sushi with Julie and we ate while watching Superbad. Basically I got to relax and hang out with two people I hardly ever get to hang out with anymore (plus eat some tasty food), as well as see a movie that everyone kept denying me to see! So in Ice Cube's words, 'today was a good day'.

Question...

Why do Southern-Californian Mexican thuggish-ruggish button the top one or two buttons of their short-sleeve Oxford style plaid shirts but leave the rest open to display their white undershirt/beater?

Think about it.

My New T-Shirt!

Don't hate Kwame because he's a player... hate him for the hundreds of other reasons there are to do so.

Some Favorites from UrbanDictionary.com

I GOTTA TAKE A SHIT: A proclamation that holds some urgency, thereby allowing you to quickly get out of a situation. It also lets the individual that the proclamation is stated to know that you won't be back anytime soon.

Florence: Have you seen my pictures from our vacation? We took something like 500 pictures.
Ethel: I GOTTA TAKE A SHIT!!!!!
Florence: Well then I guess maybe next time.

Angel Hair Pasta: the best motha fuckin pasta in the entire gosh damn world b-i-itch

mmm that angel hair pasta taste so good make ya slap ya momma oh my god bless america

Attachment Disorder: When a person forgets to attach a document to an e-mail after explicitly stating that it is present.

Erin: RE: Look at this picture!!
Message: You did not attach that picture on your last e-mail.
Jeremy: Re: RE: Look at this picture!!!
Message: I always forget to attach the picture before I hit send. I must have an attachment disorder.

Badonkadonk: Depends on who is saying it.

White guys:Fat
Black guys:I'd hit it.

White guy:Man look at that fat chick with that fat ass.
Black guy:Hell no I wanna hit that badonkadonk

Fack: How a person from the Boston/New England area says the F word.

What the fack? This ain't chowda

Beanervention: When your family confronts you about associating with Mexicans too much.

White Girl: "Last night my parents totally had a beanervention with me. They think I'm going to marry a Mexican."
Friend: "So does that mean you can't go to the swap meet on Sunday?"

Always Getting Burned By Men...

...this time, physically!
Today I was doing a lab experiment in micro with my lab partner, who really is a good kid, but has a bad habit of not paying attention and screwing things up at times. In this particular lab, we had to sterilize our instruments and slides by dipping them into a 95% ethanol solution then quickly passing them over a flame so that the ethanol would momentarily catch fire and evaporate off.
The second-to-last step of the experiment required ethanol/flame sterilization of a thin glass coverslip that was to be placed over our 'mold square'. In order to not break this thin piece of glass, it was necessary to pass it quickly over the flame and not overheat it. Although this is common sense, it was expressed several times in our lab handouts and by our instructor. However, some people seem to have missed this piece of advice, i.e. my lab partner. As I was holding the mold agar by the flame to prevent contamination, he dipped the coverglass into the ethanol, immediately placed it over the flame (did not pass it over) while having a conversation with someone about non-microbio related things, and then caused the coverslip to shatter. A piece of it, still on fire, fell into my palm and burnt me, and hurt like the dickens! (yes, I said dickens... you're jealous!) When he asked me what happened, I tried to explain it, but he didn't get it, so I said it was fine, rinsed my hand under cold water, left, then cried. I was pretty P.O.'d, but to my lab partner, as Tupac once put it, "I ain't mad at cha", because you didn't mean to. But pay attention next time, dayum!

Now I'm sitting at the UGLi with nothing to do as I forgot my physio book to study from. In 40 minutes I have physiology, then I'll work out and pick up that girl I drive home on Fridays... what's her name? Oh yeah, Emma or something.

Peace. it. out.

Nabba Nooba!

So lately I've been feeling like some of my friends aren't really, well, friendly. I've had it up to here with a lot of things, including bad food, not studying enough, and people who don't show me the same consideration and care that I show them. So I'm cleansing my life, or at least trying to, by trying to eat healthier, study more often, and get rid of 'friends' who are bringing me down.
All that aside, things have been going pretty well. I've been working out, keeping up with my reading, baby-sitting Dylan (who is the CUTEST), but not making any money! I'm so broke! How can I afford my expensive sushi/mercury-poisoning inducing habit that I have?? I've applied for many-a-job, but nobody wants me :(

P.S. Emily and I were discussing the opening time of Jimmy John's the other day, and began discussing that of Starbucks. Emily said that Starbucks ain't neva open, but how she said it sounded like 'Starbucks ain't nabba nooba!' And it was the best ever.

kbye

80 Pa'cent!

That'll teach me to think I can get by solely on my good looks...

(Update): ...or maybe I can? I got an A on my microbiology exam!

Not Studying For My Exam in 58 Minutes

So earlier I was "studying" with Emily, and I came across the best paragraph ever written in a science textbook:
"An analogous situation is moving one grain of sand from a beach into your eye. There are so many grains of sand on the beach that the loss of one grain is not significant, just as the movement of one K+ across the cell membrane does not significantly alter the concentration of K+. However, the electrical signal created by moving a few K+ across the membrane has a significant effect on the cell's membrane potential, just as getting that one grain of sand in your eye will create significant discomfort."
Double-u-tee-eff? How weird. Unfortunately, I can't relate, so good thing I already understood the concept. Anyway, that sentence totally derailed my studying, and I haven't been able to prepare for this exam since. Yeah... that's it....

Wish me luck!

Currently listening to: Yael Naïm - "New Soul" and Justice - "D.A.N.C.E."

Case of the Mondays

Today I had my first microbiology exam. I think I got all the answers right except for the one I double-guessed myself on... ugh, why don't I trust myself?? I knew that metachrome granules had phosphorous in them, but what if my professor was trying to trick me??? He wasn't. Either way, ever since the MCAT, it seems like exams don't stress me out, I walk all over those bitches... if I have actually done the reading, which I haven't for my next exam on Wednesday. Better get crack-a-lackin' on that tomorrow.

You know what's annoying? When the chief of staff to the mayor sleeps with him and also lives at the end of your block. There are news trucks all up in my grill! My dog and I went for a walk earlier, and they were completely blocking the sidewalk with their cameras and cheap suits, so I had to walk in the slush... nobody makes me walk in the slush. Do you know who my father is??? Damn you Kwame Kilpatrick! The fact that he's mayor makes me feel really badly about a lot of the citizens of Detroit and their lack of intelligence... someone had to vote for him.

Anywho, let's see, what else did I do today? I cooked a fabulous dinner - scallops alongside angel hair with olive oil, white wine, roasted garlic, and tomatoes. Too bad nobody was here to enjoy it... maybe I never made it? I guess you'll never know for sure...

In sum: pffft!

Sad

I just watched The Green Mile, and my heart won't stop hurting!

TJ Maxx Is Spying On Me!

Today, I was studying peacefully in the basement lounge of the law library at Wayne when a normal-looking student-aged man walked in. He asked for two quarters to make a phone call with b/c his cell phone wasn't working, I told him I didn't have any change, and he began to leave the room. I prematurely thought that this normal interaction was at an end. Wrong... oh was I wrong.

He turns back around and walks towards me while saying "I know I don't know you, but..." which was terrifying - was he going to finish the sentence with "... maybe I can diddle your bajinko" or "... put the lotion in the basket" and then keep me locked away in a hole in the ground and wear my skin as a suit?

Instead, he said something I never would have predicted. Ever. Really. NEVER. In short, he said that TJ Maxx was spying on him... what I pieced together from his rambling was that he made some sort of complaint to TJ Maxx headquarters about his work environment (btw, he is a TJ Maxx employee). Since that complaint, the managers have told other employees to refrain from speaking to him because he was a threat to the company. Additionally, TJ Maxx bigwigs sent people dressed in blue to install cameras and microphones inside his house in Beverly Hills, MI. He even showed me his I.D. to prove he lived there. It was hard to read it as my mind was figuring out a possible escape plan as well as reviewing self-defense tactics I learned at flight attendant training (my coffee was no longer hot enough to throw in his face and make a difference), so I can't really tell you if his I.D. in fact read 'Beverly Hills'.

So anyway, these cameras were apparently installed in every room of his house, even in his closet. He told me that TJ Maxx is using information gathered from his house, including his closet, to make him and others believe he is crazy. He even gave me examples. Here's a gem: As he rode the Woodward bus from 14 Mile last week, a fellow bus-rider that boarded at 12 mile was wearing a plaid button-down shirt that was the same make and model as the one he has had sitting in his closet for years. At 10 mile another passenger got on wearing his old pants (as he grabbed a loose area of his pants and shook them for emphasis). At 9 mile, he noticed someone in the same boots he was wearing at that very moment! Coincidence? He thinks not.

Here's more evidence (that I didn't ask for): this morning when he left his house he discovered green and brown paint that TJ Maxx's goons strategically painted outside (he wasn't specific as to where - a tree? the driveway? a neighbor-kid's face?). These two colors have shown up on everyone today - the janitor cleaning the upstairs of the Law building, three students leaving the library, and someone else, I can't remember, but they were all paid to do this by TJ Maxx. When was this memo sent out? I have green and brown clothes, where's my money??

This crazy man then told me how he went to a spy store in Southfield and was only encouraged by the owner of this shop to seek the truth, because he is probably just as paranoid and unhinged as this freak-ball. Finally, after ~30 minutes of delusions, he apologized for interrupting my study time and informed me that he was just trying to spread awareness. Awareness that someone is always watching me, you, him, everyone, but not to be scared.

What a fruitcake! Who wants to go bargain hunting at t-t-t-TJ Maxx?? "You should go"®