So. I just came back from a pseudo-date. It was only kind of a date, because there was a third person along. Let me explain.

You see, there is this person that I am maybe sort of interested in. And I think (based on my ability to judge signals from the opposite sex, which is a very poorly honed skill) that he may be sort of interested in me. But I am not brave enough (or maybe mature enough) to ask him on a proper date and he is not brave enough (or maybe not interested enough) to ask me.

So what happened was, my friend (lets call her Sue) planned to go to a movie tonight, and she told him, and he decided to come along. And then I told the person Sue is sort of interested in that he should come to the movie too (to make it a pseudo-double-date) but clearly I wasn't direct enough, because he didn't come. So it was me, the guy, and Sue. She was like, Chaperoning.

I live in grade 5. Maybe soon I'll be brave enough to walk home with him from school.

I almost missed breakfast at the Nook today because my Dad took my wallet by mistake. Our wallets look almost identical in that generic-black leather-gendre-of-wallets way. Maybe this is a lesson that I need a girlier/smaller wallet. Ever see that episode of Seinfeld with George's wallet? Mine is pretty much like that.

I stole this link from Matt- a photoessay about women's grooming habits. While I don't spend the $1700 a month this essay says some women spend, when I thought about it- i realized I spent a hell of a lot more than I should. I don't wear a lot of makeup and my skin regiment consists of soap and water (okay, and moisterizer), but my haircut this month was $100! Good thing I don't get anything professionally waxed or manicured on a regular basis, or this cost would skyrocket. And its only going to get worse as I get older, and the botox injections are going to start.

I've begun reading my free gastroenterology textbook. A drug company gave them to our class for our GI lectures. This was very smart on the drug company's end- the way to get people suckered in isn't when they are rich doctors- but when they are starving students. I'm not going to appreciate the free dinners quite as much when I'm rich as I appreciate the free NEEDED textbook now when I'm poor. Also, they are very subtle about sneaking their drugs into the textbook- their name is not on the cover, nor are their products heartily endorsed. One or two drug names are mentioned when listing treatments for diseases. Smart cookies, they are.

(Please take everything I have written with a grain of salt- I am fully aware of the dangers of accepting free things from drug companies, including overprescribing their drugs, not making use of generic brands, subtle manipulations of my psyche and soul, etc. I'm trying to figure out a way to make use of the free textbook without polluting my mind with a corporate agenda. The good news is that I usually only memorize drug classes, not commercial names. So hopefully I won't be too tainted. The other thing is that I looked around for another GI textbook- in the library, the bookstore, Amazon- and none of them are that great. So I guess this is what I'm stuck with. The good news is that the book is surprisingly well written, informative, even light, for a textbook. They added helpful synonyms for medical terminology. For example- beside vomit they had written "barf- throw-up- puke". Well, that's just entertaining. And they also use the word "farting" instead of "flatulance" which brings me right back to grade 5.)

Today we spent some time in Obstetrics with a wacky professor-

student: "the patient was in her 3rd trimester..."

doctor (leaning forward): "yes..."

student: " but she's been here for a couple weeks..."

doctor (motioning excitedly): "yes, yes!!..."

student (looking a bit wary): "um, well because..."

doctor (now sitting up, pointing with hair standing up): " do you know why? DO YOU KNOW WHY??? because her placenta was over her cervix! HER PLACENTA WAS OVER HER CERVIX!! BROOUH ha ha ha ha ha ha!" (trails off with evil laughter.)

all the students now looking nervous: "he he....he."

I spent the morning in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. Babies, babies, and more babies- most of them ridiculously small and helpless. It was hard not to want to be a neonatologist after that session, especially because the babies we got to examine were SO cute and the doctor in charge was so good. He spent a good half an hour introducing us to the ward and let us walk around and just look at all the babies, something we were all dying to do. Later I got to examine a non-intenstive care baby that was 48 hours old. It was really hard to do the exam, because instead of listening to his heart and lungs and looking in his eyes like i was supposed to do- I just wanted to play with him and coo at him and look at how cute he was.

Oh god. Is my biological clock ticking already?