I'm just a crazy fat kid. A crazy fat kid!

So, I have two tests tomorrow. It's 10:30PM and I haven't started studying for the second one yet. I think I did okay on today's pathology exam, though, although I wouldn't mind lightly kicking my GI pathology professor (my liver and biliary tract path professor? Him I want to hug.) Medical school, sometimes, sucks - suckity suck suck sucks. I think we should send terrorist suspects to medical school - no doubt it would crack them, especially during block exam week.

Aaaaaaaaaargh!

In other news, I just forgot Scott's phone number momentarily. Medical school has made me crazy. And fat. Crazy and fat. I don't mind being a little crazy (keeps things interesting) but I hate the fat part. I hate that my arms look like giant sausages (pale sausages, even), my stomach pooches out to the moon, and my giant rear end is threatening to take over the Tri-State Area. Oh, and there's also my big face and enough chins for everyone to have one or two. It doesn't help that our school's Christmas party (oh, I mean HOLIDAY party) is next Friday and I've been looking for a dress, when what I really need is a tarp. A big one. I am so gigantic that there's no way I'm going to manage to look pretty. Ugh.

I hope I come out of the other end of this smart, or responsible, or monetarily satisfied (thanks Dad, for not making me take out huge loans), or thin. Oh, maybe I'll run around the wards in my 3rd and 4th clerkship years enough to make me THIN! Or maybe I'll eat from vending machines and gain 100 more pounds. And 100 more crazy, whatever units crazy comes in.

Medical school does make you have some interesting dreams, though. I mean, like, the kind you have at night, not the goals and aspirations kind.

I'm blogging true to the blog's name tonight, huh? I guess I'll stop now.

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