Monday, March 14, 2005

devoid of sense
i am not joking about this one.


SULFUR WAS LOOKING AT ME. well, maybe he didn't mean to... you know how, when you're thinking about something, you tend to stare blankly into space... that's kind of how it was. but at least he chose to look in my direction. TWICE. or maybe it was because i was wearing black shirt with a huge yellow print (pacman) on it? so what. OUR EYES MET. that's all that matters to me.

despite that, today was bleak, totally cloudy. for me that is. tomorrow's my final interview in plm-cm. gulp. gulp again. wunoh. i thought i'm already in the "waiting" phase, where i just sit around and wait for calls and/or letters from medical schools. see, i've already let my guard down. before, i always put mysepf in this sort of "future doctor" mode, all of my thoughts are geared towards the responsibility of being in the medical profession. proves useful in answering interview questions and writing essays. you don't know how many times i was asked to write an essay about being a doctor. well, now that i've lost the mode, i'm in for a lot of trouble. they'll surely know that i'm only putting on a show, that i'm not really into this.

maybe i'm not. maybe i am. why can't they let me go in easy?

oh, and i have to skip one class because of the interview. and the test. don't forget the test.

well, at least we don't have intreco tomorrow. haha.
Morbid Indulgencestarted this journey at3/14/2005