I've neglected this blog, but with good reason. I'd say I've been partying like a rock star. Rock stars don't have time to blog.


But even in the beginning of my summer, when I would wake up at 1 pm and lounge around all day, I didn't write anything. I'm a slacker turned rock star and about to become stressed out medical student.


As a stressed out wannabe med student at good ol' Georgetown, I blogged a lot, so I guess that means come August 14, I'll be all up in this sheezy once again.


But for now, I want to brag about how awesome the past 10 days have been (pictures coming soon):


THE CRUISE... was tons of fun. Is there anything more relazing than being in the middle of the ocean, without a care in the world? The second we set foot on the deck of the ship, a waiter threw drinks in our hand.


Saturday at the Bahamas was pretty sweet. The place is kind of sad because you can see that the inhabitants of the island don't really have great lives, but they're stuck seeing tourists come in and spend wads of cash and litter their beaches and then get up and leave to their cushy homes with their nice cars and all that jazz. Sigh.


Anyway, we got to see Atlantis, a giant resort/hotel/casino/waterpark/aquarium/other stuff. Super nice. Again, kind of sad, because not even a mile away there are crappy roads and houses. We then rented jet skis. Tons of fun, and the highlight of the Bahamas for me.


We partied at Senor Frogs at night. We spent Sunday on the ship again, played some blackjack, and pulled an all nighter to watch the ship pull into the port of Miami at about 6 am. What a great city. I never thought I'd say that.


I spent the rest of the week at the beach when the weather permit it.



For the weekend, we had not one, but two nights at South Beach. Normally I'd cringe the thought of driving 30 minutes to South Beach, parking for 20 bucks, waiting in line, fighting the crowds, and paying for ridiculously overpriced drinks. But my relatively uneventful first 2 weeks here gave me an itch to party it up. Yes, I partied on the cruise. But I felt the urge to do the whole Miami/South Beach thing, considering my one month stay. So Friday night we went to Cameo, which is a ginormous club. It was crowded and we had to wait in line and pay to get in despite our "hook up." I bought a drink and, much to my dismay, the bartender let me know that there was a FIFTY DOLLAR credit card minimum. Welcome to Miami, I suppose. I got home at 6 am and slept the morning and early afternoon away.

Saturday night was significantly better. We went to a more upscale place called Karu & Y. No wait in line, no cover charge, no credit card minimum. Our evening began at midnight and ended with the usual really really late night munchies. Got home at 7.

Needless to say I partied it up and I'm partied out. For now. I feel like a tourist in my home town. It's great.

Moving to DC was such a good experience and it really let me appreciate Miami. And now it's off to Gainesville, which I'm sure will make me feel bad for ever taking Miami for granted.

In two weeks and one day, I'll be sitting at orientation. As excited as I was about all this UF med school stuff last week, I'm starting to get more and more anxious about the monstrous amounts of studying I will be facing. But I'm still excited.

Take You On a Cruise...

I'm going on my first cruise evarrrrr today! It's going to be Monica, her sis, her sis' friend, and little old me.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm psyched!!! I needed this vacation. Why did I need this vacation? I have spent the last two weeks doing absolutely nothing with my life here at home, sleeping in (till 3 pm the other day), lounging around... I need this (?)

Ok, I don't really need it. But I want it!

Last night I dreamt I took that Neuroscience final on a computer and that I ran out of time. Why is it that, a month and a half after classes have ended, I'm still dreaming about school? Yikes. In no time I'll be in school again. See? I kind of need the vacation!

I'm listening to Interpol "Take You On A Cruise" just to get pumped. Unfotunately, Interpol is not the best pump-you-up music. I may come to their concert in September thoough!

Speaking of concerts, Matis Yahu/311 was amazing!

Ok! Time to finish packing.

Home sweet home.

I've been here for six days and I'm bored out of my mind. It's been a relaxing week (somewhat). I have quite the to-do list with very little energy/desire/motivation to do stuff.

So, each day I've woken up at noon, enjoyed long breakfasts, and spent lots of time on the internet (youtube, facebook, tv-links). Once or twice in the day I do something slightly productive. I'm so damn lazy. From this laziness, comes boredom.

At night I've been doing low-key stuff, like playing monopoly and watching TV. My body is in shock. I'd gotten used to partying every night. I think this is making the boredom even more boring.

But today, in my pathetic attempt to be "productive," I organized all of the papers I've received from UF. I found a nifty little manual made for incoming students. As I flipped through it, it really hit me. I'm going to medical school.

(yay)

I'm freaking excited. Reading about all the classes I'll be taking and what my next four years are going to be like got me all eager (really). I like being busy and stressed out. And no matter what, nothing can be worse than this past year at G-town (freakin' torture).

I mean, I'm not that excited about the classes; it's more about the experiences I'll have. If I managed to have fun and feel great this past year, I know that the next four are going to be ridiculous. And by ridiculous, I mean freakin' awesome.

In other news, I'll be going on my first cruise EVER in exactly one week. OMG SUPER EXCITING!!!

Furthermore, it is Friday. There's GOT to be something to do tonight.

I'm home!

It's been almost a year since I moved out of my house for the first time. I'll be here for a month then it's off to sunny Gainesville, where the gators roam and bars close at 2 am.... sigh.

My last night in DC was fun, spent in great company, dancing and enjoying life.

What a year it's been. I go back and read the posts from a year ago, whIen I was nervous about moving away, nervous about this crazy program, etc. I've grown a lot since then, both spiritually and horizontally (damn good food in DC, what can I say?)

As anticipated, the year was stressful and fun, and I met so many awesome people. It was sad to say goodbye to most of them, but I know we will meet again someday. If not, there's always facebook, which keeps you informed on everyone's biznass.

I'm exhausted. I should rest up for my long, busy day. You know, all that lying down in the sand gets tiring after a while...

12 page paper, due tomorrow.

It's the last thing we need to do to get our masters degree.

Many of my classmates finished it during the first week of summer, and had the satisfaction of wiping their hands clean of it all.

Most people had some sort of panic attack earlier this week and got started and finished sometime this weekend.

Then there's me.

I haven't even written a page yet. It's due tomorrow. I don't know if "tomorrow" means 11:59 pm, but at the rate I'm going, that's when I'll be getting it turned in.

Whatever. I don't care.

(Ok fine, I do)

If I get an A on this paper, I will continue with this self-destructive procrastination behavior. (I'll also be a badass). In the interest of learning my lesson, I hope I get a big, fat B. Perhaps I won't make the deadline and get knocked down a grade. Ooooh. Exciting, no?

Not in the least bit.

Aaaaaaaaaand I'm still writing. Why? Because I don't want to write this paper. It's 9:30 pm. There's a big pot of coffee waiting for me in the kitchen.

It's my last Sunday in DC. I suppose it's fitting that this Sunday was spent in isolation, frustration, and cracked-outedness from energy drinks, since that's how I spent lots of Sundays this year. Monday exams suck.

In between phone calls, AIM conversations, and research, I found out some very yummy news: There are two Chipotles in Gainesville, and both are pretty close to UF. Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh!

OK. Time to face reality. I am going to finish this paper, even if it means no sleep. You don't want to know me tomorrow, though.