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Name: esther
Gender: Female
Interests: dancing... country music... cliff jumping... coffee/tea/ice cream dates... movie nights... watching musicals... counting pills...
Expertise: umm... procrastinating... =)
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AIM:  junestar5
Member Since:
2/9/2003
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| who remembers xanga anymore?
It was you and me against the world
And you promised me forever more
Was it something that I said
Was it something that I did
Cuz I gotta know what made me unbeautiful
I always tell myself I'm gonna come on here one day and write something so incredibly deep and moving that it touches everyone who reads it. But then I get here and realize that I can't actually put down how I feel into words on a computer screen, or maybe into any words at all. So instead, here's a synopsis on my life since my last update was apparently 2 years ago.
.: I have transitioned smoothly from the life of a student to the ever-so-slightly more glamorous life of a resident. Really, all this means is that now I can sign orders with a fancy title after my name, I'm fully responsible for any mistakes that I make, and I have to actually care about my job.
.: I love pediatrics. Kids are wonderful, and while I'm increasingly more aware that I'm nowhere near ready for kids of my own right now, I still love working with them, seeing them improve dramatically every day, and sending relieved families out the door.
.: This is my week in the IV room. Surprisingly (kind of), I much prefer retail over hospital inpatient staffing, and because of my work background, I find myself standing up for retail pharmacies whenever the hospital pharmacists complain about them. Walgreens ftw.
.: Besides work, everything about life is up in the air right now. Maybe that's just something I have to get used to.
Ok distracted now, bye.
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| 4 years...
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| very few things inspire me to write, and even fewer things motivate me to write well. currently, they include: personal statements within 24 hrs of their due date, making a request of a teacher, reading my friends' incredibly well-written xanga entries, strong bottled-in emotions, and riding ski lifts.
there's really nothing to do on the 10-min long ski-lift rides other than watch the ppl below you. and because i'm not very good at all, i ride the lifts up to the easy slopes where all the other students are practicing. all of the instructors are young, tall, and lean australian/new zealand/british guys who are absolutely wonderful to listen to. they lead groups of students ranging from the wee midgets only waist high on the instructors, completely bundled from head to toe, struggling with skis as long as themselves, to groups of parents gingerly testing out their balance, still clutching each other for fear of falling and breaking a hip. i love watching the smallest children the most. they ski without fear (as they should cuz they're so padded i doubt they could feel a fall anyways), following behind their instructor tracing a serpentine pattern down the slope. every once in a while, a wayward child will shoot off in the wrong directions with a yell of surprise, usually only stopping after crashing into a snowbank. then the instructor will stop the rest of the kids and go off to pick up the crashed kid out of the snow and put him back on his feet.
once, i saw a group of ppl standing on the edge of the trail, looking over the waist-high embankment into the trees only a few feet beyond the trail. a ski instructor on the lift with us yelled at the people "don't worry, i can see the little bugger's head. atleast he's heads up!" one fatherly looking figure kindly threw off his own skis and dove into the trees, emerging a few seconds later pushing back up the embankment a young boy who was squealing in a high pitched voice "did you see that? i feel over the side and lost my skis!" the father then proceeded to find his lost skis and poles and throw them up one by one.
another time, i saw a man trip over a group of sitting snowboarders, lose control, and go tumbling into a human-sized pothole on the side of the trail. he unfortunately went head first in, and it took 3 ski instructors to untangle him from his skis and poles and lift him out of the hole. i mentioned this sight to my dad and he admitted that he done the exact same thing, but had to climb out of the pothole himself.
these occurrences are fun to watch, but sadly very rare. my entire body is incredibly sore (probably from lack of exercise previously), my cold has gotten quite a bit worse, and my cheeks are very windburned.
oh, and when i said i wanted it to snow while i was in canada, i didn't mean i wanted it to snow while we were skiing. cuz my family went from laughing at the other skiiers with their huge goggles and facemasks that obstructed their entire faces to painfully having to endure the snowflakes (which while skiing feels like little ice particles) piercing our skin and having to wipe our drenched (from the snow) faces every hundred feet or so. nonetheless, i'm grateful i got to see some pretty good snow =)
ok i guess that's it for now. i miss austin =(
ps - i can't decide if watching a game on espn's gamecast is more or less nervewrecking than watching the game on tv... i've just been sitting and waiting for the next little orange bar to pop up and hoping that it's going in the right direction for a good few inches of space... but then again i guess i'm glad i didn't have to watch that fumble right now...
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| yes, you were crazy to be crazy about me
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| there's a local band playing at the seaside pavilion
and i got just enough cash to get us in
and as we're dancing mary's wrapping her arms around me
and i can feel the sting of summer on my skin
in the midst of the music i tell her i love her
and we both laugh cuz we know it isn't true
ah but mary there's a summer drawing to an end tonight
and there's so much that i long to do to you
but in the morning i'm leaving, making my way back to cleveland
so tonight i hope that i will do just fine
and i don't see how you could ever be
anything but mine
let's see... what's going on...
.: i'm going to sleep at about 5 am every day and consequently haven't
been to my 9am-12noon MWF classes in over a week... so now i have 9
hours (and counting) of videostreamed lecture to listen to and a test
on wed that i've barely started preparing for. so i've been wondering
for the past few weeks why all my classmates have been studying and
freaking out so diligently, and after looking at all of the material
i'm gonna have to know for this first exam... i realize that i really
should've been doing the same thing...
.: i'm growing increasingly aware of my loss of drive to do well in
school, but for some reason, i seem to be loading more onto my plate...
good thing i dropped vet pharm
.: i'm a little intimidated by my new lab... and i haven't even
actually started there yet. but i feel like once i do, it's gonna eat
up all of my time. my professor is incredibly brilliant, but painfully
on the ball about everything... so i really need to get my act together
for this
.: happy birthday sawah and holly!!! downtown has been fun... sawah is
the best jello body shot taker ever and i have a well-licked stomach
(twice!!) to prove it =P plus we have the bartender's guarantee
(and myspace info?) that we'll get it for free whenever we go... we'll
have to see how that turns out...
.: i have a vil card from dallas that has yet to be put to use... so we better go sometime before next feb
.: i don't miss working at walgreens, but i miss the biweekly paychecks from there...
.: i'm gaining weight (yessss) but it's all going right to my stomach... it may well be the beginnings of a beer gut...
ok now i'm tired and don't feel like writing anymore. cramps suck, boys
suck, being home alone on a saturday night while everyone else is
downtown or at some drunken bachelor party sucks, drama sucks, fighting
sucks, getting yelled at constantly sucks, school can suck it, being sick sucks, studying sucks, and
despite all the new school things starting next week, life pretty much
sucks. but looking at old pictures is nice... and then kinda
saddening.. but not in the terribly bad way. so that doesn't suck. and neither do firefly dates =)
ok i'm done.
oh, and jack bauer (joceline's hamster) is somehow chewing through the metal bars on her cage...
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