Deep Thoughts
I'm getting pretty tired of this blog. Nobody ever comments on here. It's like people expect me to actually post content or something.
So yeah I will be flying out to St. Louis on August 3rd to start my first year of medical school. I get a little weirded out because people keep telling me congratulations. It always catches me off guard. I guess I keep expecting people to say something more along the lines of 'hey fucker, it's about goddamn time.' I mean, it is about goddamn time.
People keep asking me if I'm excited. Should I be? Is it a bad sign if I'm leaning more towards feeling terrified? I've never really studied for anything in my life. The thought of studying anything for 8+ hours a day scares the living hell out of me.
I've been reading through some poker blogs recently and it's making me wish I had chosen the path of a broke degenerate gambler instead. I mean what's so great about helping people anyways? I'm really just doing this for the title.
Just so you know, if I ever make it through this whole thing I'm making all of your asses call me doctor. You too, mom. Don't expect me to acknowledge you otherwise.
I feel really bad about leaving the bay area. Not only are housing prices in Palo Alto going to drop like a rock but the guys are already taking it pretty hard. Since nobody reads this blog, I don't mind sharing a little secret... andrew came into my room last night crying and begged me not to leave. Man, what a homo. But who can blame him? It is me we're talking about. Chang is taking it a little better because he made me promise to do the long distance thing with him. I figured it shouldn't be too hard since Chang already has a lot of experience in this area. And since I'll be two hours ahead it'll be pretty easy for him to recycle phone conversations and emails with Gina (who's 2-3 hours behind) because he calls us both "G" anyway.
Anyway, to keep everyone from getting too depressed, I will be updating this blog much more frequently once I am out of town. I have every intention of knocking changina.com off of the top dog status in our little blogring.
P.S. Everything in this entry is 100% true.
So yeah I will be flying out to St. Louis on August 3rd to start my first year of medical school. I get a little weirded out because people keep telling me congratulations. It always catches me off guard. I guess I keep expecting people to say something more along the lines of 'hey fucker, it's about goddamn time.' I mean, it is about goddamn time.
People keep asking me if I'm excited. Should I be? Is it a bad sign if I'm leaning more towards feeling terrified? I've never really studied for anything in my life. The thought of studying anything for 8+ hours a day scares the living hell out of me.
I've been reading through some poker blogs recently and it's making me wish I had chosen the path of a broke degenerate gambler instead. I mean what's so great about helping people anyways? I'm really just doing this for the title.
Just so you know, if I ever make it through this whole thing I'm making all of your asses call me doctor. You too, mom. Don't expect me to acknowledge you otherwise.
I feel really bad about leaving the bay area. Not only are housing prices in Palo Alto going to drop like a rock but the guys are already taking it pretty hard. Since nobody reads this blog, I don't mind sharing a little secret... andrew came into my room last night crying and begged me not to leave. Man, what a homo. But who can blame him? It is me we're talking about. Chang is taking it a little better because he made me promise to do the long distance thing with him. I figured it shouldn't be too hard since Chang already has a lot of experience in this area. And since I'll be two hours ahead it'll be pretty easy for him to recycle phone conversations and emails with Gina (who's 2-3 hours behind) because he calls us both "G" anyway.
Anyway, to keep everyone from getting too depressed, I will be updating this blog much more frequently once I am out of town. I have every intention of knocking changina.com off of the top dog status in our little blogring.
P.S. Everything in this entry is 100% true.
