I opened Firefox, investigated USC Keck School's website for 2 seconds, then googled "red line DC", followed by "jon and kate announcement", and finally "chris brown rihanna".
UGHHHHHH
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It is starting.
6 years ago
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Can't think of a good title, but we can try "The New Place Fucking Rocks"
Thoroughly enjoyed my first weekend at the BOMB aptly located in BRIGHTon, Mass. We had our first guest over on Friday night, and made deliciously rich macadamia nut-encrusted mahi-mahi and steamed broccoli and had little dessert cookies from Trader Joe's. I made the most perfect eggs this morning; glossy, runny yolks firmly ensconced in an amoeba-shaped bed of soft, light whites. With a dash of sea salt and ground pepper. Served on wheat toast with butter.
Spent a large portion of the weekend at the office rewriting my personal statement, which actually consists of 90% contemplating, 9% wordsmithing, and 1% writing. I sent the old one to someone on Thursday, who happened to be online by chance, and lo-and-behold her advice was so absolutely right-on that I decided to scratch the whole thing and start over. There was something about the old one that just didn't seem right to me, and now that I have a new frame everything makes so much more sense. I saw reasons and consequences behind my actions in the past few years that I had not noticed before. I always thought my decision to go to medical school was just something I stumbled upon, a default career path by process of elimination. In some ways, it still is. There will always be this partly intuitive aspect to it, like I knew this is what I would do just as you know when you feel a connection to someone or something. And the problem was that I was trying to explain the why, and that was like writing an essay on why we love; we can't explain it, we just do. Now I have shifted to explain the how and what, and I'm noticing themes that thread together my experiences, academics, internships in a way that is almost freakishly tidy. Things make sense, what can I say.
I spent a grand total of $19 this weekend. $8 at Goodwill on some trinkets and a $4 stainless steel pot, and $11 on art supplies for custom art for the apartment. Irene is working with finger paint, sponge rollers, and gessoed canvas, and I am working with foam board + markers. So far I have a pencil sketch of a grotesquely proportionally distorted aerial view of downtown Boston. Drawing reminds me of the good old days in high school when I would be up late at night with only my thoughts, my art, and the New Pornographers. After I finish this project I will start on making a drawing for the game "pin the tail on the exotic animal" for our upcoming jungle-themed housewarming party.
Spent a large portion of the weekend at the office rewriting my personal statement, which actually consists of 90% contemplating, 9% wordsmithing, and 1% writing. I sent the old one to someone on Thursday, who happened to be online by chance, and lo-and-behold her advice was so absolutely right-on that I decided to scratch the whole thing and start over. There was something about the old one that just didn't seem right to me, and now that I have a new frame everything makes so much more sense. I saw reasons and consequences behind my actions in the past few years that I had not noticed before. I always thought my decision to go to medical school was just something I stumbled upon, a default career path by process of elimination. In some ways, it still is. There will always be this partly intuitive aspect to it, like I knew this is what I would do just as you know when you feel a connection to someone or something. And the problem was that I was trying to explain the why, and that was like writing an essay on why we love; we can't explain it, we just do. Now I have shifted to explain the how and what, and I'm noticing themes that thread together my experiences, academics, internships in a way that is almost freakishly tidy. Things make sense, what can I say.
I spent a grand total of $19 this weekend. $8 at Goodwill on some trinkets and a $4 stainless steel pot, and $11 on art supplies for custom art for the apartment. Irene is working with finger paint, sponge rollers, and gessoed canvas, and I am working with foam board + markers. So far I have a pencil sketch of a grotesquely proportionally distorted aerial view of downtown Boston. Drawing reminds me of the good old days in high school when I would be up late at night with only my thoughts, my art, and the New Pornographers. After I finish this project I will start on making a drawing for the game "pin the tail on the exotic animal" for our upcoming jungle-themed housewarming party.
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