I’ve had requests from my burgeoning fans to write more bloggy stuff. So off I blog. And apologies to those people who mostly read the school-related posts – I have feminine feelings and whatnot to gush about.
As you’ll recall from my other romantically-inclined posts (newish and oldish), my “love life” has yet to begin, as it were. In fact, only this week, I was directed by several people to online dating sites for various populations. So I take that to mean that either I seem to be a depressed and lonely creature, or people really think I should just take a shot in the dark. Because who knows? lucasfanboy1999 might just be my soulmate. Or a serial killer. Or a podiatrist.
I’ve been considering writing another angsty piece for a little while. So be warned – this one ain’t gonna be pretty. If you’re not really into reading about other people’s problems, this is probably a good place to pull up YouTube. If you’re a misery-loves-company sort of person, you’re in the right place. Also, if you like lists, this is a good place for you. Mmmmm, lists.
I was curious to note I’ve never actually written a proper blog entry. Not for many a year, anyway. So this is me doing that. And procrastinating. Because pulmonary physical exam can always wait. Right?
So anyway. Right around the beginning-ish of 2nd year med am I. Starting to sound like Yoda, I am.
I guess this post is mostly about how disappointed I am in my lack of realism. To be fair, my wild imagination is one of the things I like best about myself most of the time, but there’s a time and a place, amiright? Continue reading