this dance is difficult, this dance is hard.

Scholastically speaking, I'm a rockstar. I was late to my final evaluation this morning and because I'm such a rock star, it didn't even matter. Ms. B gave me kudos across the board, especially on my surgery paperwork, and my employability skills are off the charts. She especially loved my new hair.

red.

I've finished my first term circulating at the hospital, and when I return next week, I'll be scrubbing in. It's pretty exciting yet oh-so-nerve-wracking. I know I've got the personality to hack it; it all comes down to my knowledge of the instruments and procedures.

But this week, it's m.f. vacation time. Aw, yes. Greg and I are AZ-bound in the morning and it's going to be a brief yet hopefully relaxing trip. And really, we both damn deserve it.

Two quick television-junkie-related comments: 1) LOST is winding down and Lindelof has done a bang-up job at showing the "alternate" lives of the Losties, and the story is...not any less confusing. I honestly stopped trying to figure out what the hell was going on two seasons ago.

desmond! in the magnetic chamber thingy!

And, 2) MY BETTY IS GOING AWAY. Much to my shock and horror, Ugly Betty got canned and the final episode airs this week. I love that show so much--Greg and I even dressed as Betty & Henry for Halloween a few years ago.

i'm going to miss this trio.

So, apologies for this weak blog entry. I used to be such an avid journaler, and now I can barely have the patience to tell the internets what's going on in my life. I expect to compile something of substance that should be photo-happy after vacation.