One Hell of a Week.

So, I did have a mean post brewing about b!tches and whatever else, blah blah blah.  However, there were too many ridiculous things that happened this week that I need to write about.  What the f*ck was this week?!?

Okay.  Let me start off with Sunday.  I was so caught up in catching up with my missed schoolwork on Sunday that I accidentally missed my shift.  That is the first time I've missed my shift in about 2 years.  I started panicking once I realized that I missed it; I called in as soon as I remembered, and I was told that it was okay.  As soon as I came in on Monday, I apologized for missing my shift and before I could even finish my apology, my bosses said, "Just forget about it and move on."

Stupidity: Is it Genetic?

Sorry I haven't written in a while, audience.  Last week was my medical school interview tour, so I was away.  I appreciate that you stick around and read the things that I write!

At some point during our 20 or so total hours of drive time, my father shared a "dumb-a$$ drivers" story.  Well, during those 20 hours, I got to see a LOT of dumb-a$$ driving ... OH my gosh.  And people say that Michigan drivers are psychopaths?  TOTALLY false.  I'm talking like 85 in a 55... WHY DON'T THESE PEOPLE GET TICKETS?!??  Anyway, the story goes like this:

WTF Lab Equipment

I guess no one important really cares about lab classes ... and why should they?  All the best equipment should go to the real people labs doing real research and blah blah blah.  Still, I think that labs should be furnished with functioning equipment ... especially when MY grades suddenly depend on accuracy (yes, accuracy) and not just completion like it has always been.  What the f*ck.

Stupid B!tches

Okay, so this one's gonna be quick because I got my wisdom teeth taken out <12 hours ago, have taken as few pain pills as possible, and I can finally feel my face again (which means ouchies).

My friends and I went camping for a couple of days near Cedar Point.  And to answer anyone's question, yes, we did go to Cedar Point.  I cried like a little b!tch on the Magnum.  "OH MY GOD, IS THIS OVER YET?!  WAHAHAHHAHHH GET ME OFF, WHY THE F*CK DID I PLAN THIS," etc.  I also refused to ride the Millennium Force or the Dragster.  F*CK no.