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Monday, November 27, 2006  

Things the assembled audience may or may not know about me

I have a midterm on Thursday. I hate this month. I've discovered that putting some cinnamon in with hot chocolate mix is divine. I own Christmas cards (that will not likely get sent). I've started going to church again and even to a youth group, and (to my knowledge) Hell has not yet frozen over. I awoke with a bang to dead silence in the middle of the night, and didn't realize until much later that what woke me was the poster above my bed falling off the wall. I'm going to vote in a federal by-election today. I really, really despise mornings. I can sort of cook these days. I miss my family. I (and my lab partner) fully ROCK at dissection. I'm going to a book club meeting tonight. I'm buying a Christmas present for a 10-year-old girl through a Children's Aid Society partnership, and I'm not sure what I should get her. I like doing presentations. I like fanfiction of both the racy and the non-racy varieties. I disapprove of mushrooms. I'm almost at the end of my current journal and I don't have a viable blank one to start when I'm done (and this makes me uneasy). I have two books left in the Series of Unfortunate Events. I'm going to see Beauty and the Beast tomorrow night. I bought Mary Oliver's A Poetry Handbook the other day, and feel kind of self-conscious about this. Sometimes I can smell the anatomy lab, even when I'm not there. I can sing along with songs I haven't heard in seven years. I have, still, very serious doubts about the prudence of me becoming any kind of physician. I liked Stranger Than Fiction. I want to put Christmas lights on my roommate's hibiscus tree. I have lavender-scented body lotion that makes me happy. I wish I didn't have to learn every freaking contour and bump and ridge and depression of every freaking bone of every freaking limb.

I'm off to Starbuck's to study.

I'll talk to you all in the relatively near future.

~isolde

P.S. Given my last entry, I thought this week's poem-of-the-week that I got in my e-mail was apt. It's posted under the "words" section.

posted by susan | 4:11 p.m.
 
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