Stop Transfer Sequence

I know I've been remiss in posting. The problem, you see, is one of those periods of catatonic depression. All I want to do lately is make lists of everything I hate, everything that pisses me off, and then systematically eliminate all items from my life. The glitch in the plan is that I hate absolutely everything right now.

I hate science, so grad school is out. I also hate Virginia (with the mountains! and the humidity!), people who drive in Virginia, people other than me who live in Virginia, people who are still living in Cleveland, and people who want to leave Cleveland and keep telling me how lucky I am to be out. I want to come back!

Not to mention that I also hate medical students, so applying to med school is a bad idea. In addition to medical students, I also hate words that don't seem like real words (oligosaccharidal transferase) but will make me killer at Scrabble someday when I don't hate Scrabble. And I can't even look forward to practicing medicine (not science!) someday, because I hate white coats, stethoscopes, and people. Especially sick people.

I am trying to kick this depressive streak by having a sense of humor about it. Until I can be pleasant on a more regular basis, however, don't expect to see a lot of me.

Confirming My Suspicions That I Am Actually a Fictional Character Because This Shit Can't Happen in Real Life, Right?

I took the MCAT Thursday in Richmond, and on my way home swung by the mall to see if Barnes & Noble might, actually, have the book I've been wanting for six months in stock. As I walk towards the store from my car, I hear a Southern-accented voice yell "Hey! Hey baby!" Since my pedestrian route to work takes me through three construction sites, I'm pretty used to this, and keep walking.

I look over my shoulder and see a twentysomething black guy, hanging on an open car door. He sees me look at him and, encouraged, shouts: "Nice toes!" I turn so he can't see my jaw drop, and he continues: "Cute shoes, like the heels, but love them toes!"

Taking My Time

So, I keep intending to post when life settles down a little. Life refuses to settle, right now. I have moved, yet again; this place is the final destination, but there is no internet. I am currently at work. Why am I at work? Because I'm supposed to be studying for the MCAT, which I am taking on Thursday. However, study fatigue has set in, and I really think that another practice test, right now, is a worse idea than going to the grocery store and getting snacks for test day, then going home and rereading some ochem. I'm tired. I am stressed the fuck out. The last thing I need is to do poorly on a practice test and flip out.

This MCAT thing has been in the works for a while, but I didn't want to say anything for fear of jinxing it. If I don't do well, whatever. I'm already in graduate school. I have nothing to lose.

Here is a quick summary of everything that has happened in the past month and a half:

I moved, once. My mother lived with me for two weeks. My paychecks are discovered mysteriously missing. I got a roommate whom I had met exactly once previously. I broke up with my boyfriend. Our water went out for two days. My car got towed from the parking lot. Our move-in date to the new place was pushed back due to paperwork issues. I moved into a hotel. Then I moved into the new apartment. Once we got in, we discovered that some repairs to our apartment had not been completed. They still have not been completed. We were told the internet would go in "tomorrow" every day for a week and a half. I studied for the MCAT. The post-doctoral student training me talks directly into my tits and invades my personal space to brush my ass whenever possible. People send me birthday presents, which are routed to the UPS hub because of the move. It takes me three tries to find the UPS hub. We still have no internet. The MCAT is Thursday.