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Oy vey I just finished cleaning my apartment very thoroughly. Not exactly what I had planned for the day, but productive nonetheless. I was actually supposed to take the train to Long Island to bring my bike to my friend Jamin's house to be fixed. He's going to replace the brakes, handle bar and chain for me. And all for free! Unfortunately he had some family issues that made today not a very convenient time. Hopefully next weekend will work out better. I just want it fixed up before they close down Park Avenue for bikers and walkers next month. Last night I took myself to the movies and saw The Dark Knight. It was about an hour too long, but I liked it ok. Afterwards I went on a fruitless search for a photo book Vice Magazine put out that apparently has my picture in it. I don't know if I'm going to buy it, but I'd like to see it at least. My friend told me he saw it in San Francisco. That's pretty neat! I attempted to run around Prospect Park yesterday morning, but very painful blisters formed after about 10 minutes of running, so I walked the rest of the way. I don't think my feet are used to the pressure of running. I'll try it again sometime this week. I was at a medical examiner's office Friday and I watched them saw open a corpse's skull and cut out their brain. It was pretty cool. After weighing it, they took out these big knives and began cutting the brain into little slices. It almost looked like they were preparing it to eat. Maybe they were. Who knows? While going through some old mail today I found a self-help booklet my insurance company sent me on how to battle depression. I guess that's their way of letting me know next time I want to see a therapist-forget it. Help yourself! I don't know why they bothered sending this to me a year after I stopped going to therapy. Regardless of when I received it, I'd be insulted. God forbid I actually use my health insurance. 07*20*08 I've been nursing a debilitating hangover for pretty much the whole day. I was feeling pretty disappointed I didn't go out at all today, but I just got back from grocery shopping and I'm drenched with sweat. If it's this hot at almost eight in the evening, I'm guessing it was even worse the rest of the day. I love my A.C.! I hung out with Brook and Jaclyn last night. We had dinner, walked around Park Slope, then drank wine at Brook's before heading over to Jaclyn's around midnight. I rarely ever get very drunk anymore because I know I'm in store for the kind of hangover I had today if I do, but every 3-4 months I seem to think I can get away with it. Of course I never do. I think I've put off writing about this for long enough. Patrick and I broke up two Fridays ago. Us talking about moving in together made me come to terms with the fact that a huge reason I was having doubts about it was because I didn't really see a future for us. That's not to say Patrick isn't a great person or I didn't love him. There were just things that I had problems with for a long time and I started feeling resentful towards him for it and unhappy. He in turn felt like I was mad at him all the time and I felt really shitty about that; it was a vicious cycle that had to be broken. What's the point if neither of us are happy? I wish it was as easy as me telling him what was wrong and it would get fixed, but there comes a time when you have to realize that either you accept a person as is--faults included, or you decide the things you take issue with are a deal-breaker and move on. I've tried the former for a while and it didn't work. I think this is the right decision. I think we gave it our best shot. I'm glad things didn't end horribly and I hope one day we can be friends. I know these are all very cliche sayings, but it's how I really feel. I'm just going to try and focus on school in the meantime. There's still a lot I have to do. 07*18*08 I had a very vile experience whilst recovering corneas today. Some joker security guard decided it would be easier to roll my donor onto the stretcher face first than taking the time to push them onto the tray the right way. By the time I got to them, so much bile/vomit had seeped out of their mouth that it had soaked through the body bag and formed a puddle in the tray. I had to push the body onto an adjacent autopsy table in the morgue to get them on their back, which wasn't an easy feat being that the body was 250+ pounds. The smell was unbearable. I mine as well not have been wearing a surgical mask. I had to leave the room once to get fresh air and I thought I was going to throw up a few times. But I breathed through my mouth and was able to get through it without adding to the mess of vomit in front of me. I have mosquito bites all over my calves. I'm on-call tonight. Plans are still formulating for the rest of the weekend but I hope to lay out in the park at some point. Thank god the weekend is here! 07*16*08 Thankfully my Statistics professor decided we'd only come to class Monday to Wednesday instead of Monday to Thursday in exchange for tacking an extra half hour onto class. I'm fine with that, especially since this class is making my brain turn to mush. I can't believe I'm being taught mean, median and mode again. It's almost insulting. Yesterday I left halfway through lecture to meet my friend Sara at a bar. She was visiting from Boston to read an excerpt of her short story just published in an anthology. The reading went well, and she was happy and surprised to see me since I told her I'd have to come super late because of class. She and some of her friends and I walked to Pacifico in Carroll Gardens afterwards for some Mexican food. It was very delish. When I was done with dinner, I bent down to get my purse and saw a humongous rat about two feet from me. I started shrieking, "A big rat! A big rat!" while gesturing frantically. Sara and her friend Erin started shrieking as well, but didn't quite catch a glimpse of the rat since it started scurrying away, causing a cascade of shrieks to arise from subsequent tables. We were seated outside, so the rat then ran inside the restaurant. Not so sure what happened to it from there, but the waitress sure brought out the checks in a hurry after that. I realize being outdoors and all I can't really blame the establishment for a rat on the premises. Nonetheless, I was a bit skeeved out. 07*13*08 I just got back from laying out in Prospect Park and going grocery shopping. The first part was very relaxing, the second part...not so much. I'm all done with school! Until tomorrow that is. I got an A in Anatomy & Physiology and I start Statistics tomorrow. I'm looking forward to the change of subject actually. Not including my next class, I have 4 more classes to complete between now and next summer, and three tests to take outside of classes. One test is the GRE, another is a supplementary test so I don't have to take Psychology I and the last is a placement test for one of the schools I'm applying to so they know I can read and write. You'd think my bachelor's degree would be a testament to my ability to complete simple reading and writing tasks, but apparently that's not the case. Stupid useless degree! Wow I got really tan in the park. That sun sure is strong. My apartment felt so dark this morning and I was starting to feel depressed staying inside on such a gorgeous day, not to mention hungover. Laying out in the park was the perfect remedy...even if my skirt did fly up once. Speaking of embarrassing happenings, I had something pretty mortifying happen to me on Friday at my chiropractor's office. First of all, I went to Brook's place Thursday night for a dinner party consisting of mainly Mexican-inspired dishes. Sooooo I was feeling a little gassy the next day. I know I know, girls aren't supposed to be gassy, but bear with me. I went to my chiropractor after work and he gave me the usual treatment which ends with a series of twists to crack my back. The last twist he gave me tapped right into my gaseousness and I had to concentrate with all my might not to let anything slip out. Just when I thought I was through the woods he said, "One more time!" and twisted me again. Then out it came. I wanted to disappear! He said, "Oop!" and I said, "Sorry!" He said it was ok and moved onto some banal conversation before leaving. I couldn't even look him in the eye; I just wanted him to leave. Now I feel embarrassed to go back. Ughhhh. I hesitated to share that story here. But I figured I've made fun of other people here for farting at inopportune moments, so I shouldn't be immune either. I was offered somewhat of a promotion at work. Depending on other factors falling into place, I would be the trainer for new staff as well as training old staff new techniques (or old ones if they're not doing them so well). My only concern was having to work late to do this job; I made it clear to my boss I would accept the job only if they were understanding of the fact that I have class after work and cannot work late. She said it was a deal, so I said yes. The extra income as well as the the resume fluff will be nice. She also asked if I'd update their website outside of work and I'd get paid extra for that. Since I'm trying very hard to save up a lot of money, these offers came at a good time.
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