IKEA! (Taken with instagram)
Being good at being unsafe is called being safe.
Raincoat! (Taken with instagram)
Feels like summer. (Taken with instagram)
On school, boys, and all else.
On school- I’m just going to brag for a second about how I pretty much made all A’s this semester, which is awesome considering how much hell my pre-med classes have been sophomore year. However, I have come to the realization that as hard as people think being pre-med is, its a joke comparengineering
On MCAT classes via Princeton review- By the second day of class, I seriously questioned whether the $1,000 out of pocket I paid for this summer course is going to be worth it when the gen chem instructor made all 45 people in our class stand up and say their name, where they’re from and something “interesting” about themselves. How much I care about other people in the class: I don’t. Also note that there are 45 people in one class because the two sections were split by halves of the alphabet and not by quantity of people. Stupidity at its finest.
On boys- I don’t need to hear from a friend of a friend that you like me. I need you to grow a pair, not stand me up, learn how to listen and not take everything I say so personally. As I am typing this is when I realize that I’m asking you not to be you. At least you’re rich.
Boys are really weird about mixed signals. But I have also come to realize that I am in my I-am-too-busy-boys-are-really-annoying-I-have-better-things-to-do phase.
On my internship- shadowing a doctor (psychiatrist, specifically) is ridiculously awesome.
On last weekend- a lack of personal space never made me so happy.
Painting and decorating accomplished. :) (Taken with instagram)
Painting! :) (Taken with instagram)
Just
developed an intense nostalgia for winter.
True American from New Girl-
This needs to happen in my life. I will do this.
Driving with the sunrise. (Taken with instagram)
I love this library. (Taken with instagram)
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Surveys for my psychology classes..
This is the weirdest question I have been asked.
