Oh yeah...I remember now

With having two quarters of grad school under my belt and an EPIC vacation quickly approaching, I feel like I can safely take a breath and attempt to be a little more blog-active.
Will it last?
Or will this just be a late summer no-strings-attached blogging fling?
I can't make any promises.

But I DEFINITELY can see a lot of noteworthy events coming my way in the very near future.
So near, that it makes me sweat and my heart get all jumpy.

a little Christmas note

Yes, this Jew is acknowledging Christmas this year WITHOUT scorn.
In fact, I am celebrating it.
I even got a Christmas gift too!! Holy moly!
Tickets to see the Seattle Symphony Orchestra do Beethoven's 9th
(aka Ode to Joy)
with a nice dinner before hand
I've been wanting to go to the symphony since I was in high school
right after I left the orchestra hall in Chicago (on a lovely band trip).
This time I will be sitting next to someone I actually like.

Wow, what a month this has been!
December has just been this wild whirlwind of emotions
and it has swept me off my feet!
I have a feeling on NYE, when the clock strikes midnight,
I might just get misty.
Finally turning the page and starting a new chapter.

In the wise words of Alanis Morrisette...

I'm broke, but I'm happy

Happy holidays all!

Oh please!

Yesterday I ventured to my most favorite little produce stand.
To find that it was closed for produce sales
but open for christmas tree and wreath sales.
Why why why why why?


IS NOTHING SACRED?!?!?!
(except for Jesus)

A bottle of champagne with my name on it

Approximately four years ago, in summer, while attending a moped rally in Seattle, I decided to drop in on an information session for the University of Washington's Physician Assistant program.
The following February, my parents and I flew to Seattle to visit, and I made a point to take them to campus. I told them I wished to move to Seattle to go to U of W.
That August, I picked up and moved across the country to be closer, not only to my lovely friends, but to this lofty goal.
Years following were spent writing essays, retaking courses, not partying with my buddies,and stressing out to the max.
I applied once and got rejected.
Applied a second time and was asked to interview.
I was sure I blew it.
But just the other day, I got the phone call.
Out of 700+ people who applied, they chose me and 30 others to be in their class.
They chose me! Me me me me!!!
After I listened to that voice mail at work, I ran to the bathroom and immediately started sobbing.
It was like I had been holding my breath for months and months and I was finally able to forcefully exhale.
All of my anxiety and self doubt was let go over a sink and into paper towel.

After wanting this for eight years and working herself to the bone.
Finally! Finally! This girl is getting what she deserves!


Now it's time for me to prepare for the most intensely challenging, yet incredibly rewarding 27 months of my life.
Not to mention, tremendous financial strife.
Four plus years of medical school crunched down into two!
I will be doing things I have only dreamed of, performing major surgery, prescribing medications, and in general, being highly respected and heavily relied upon in the medical community.
Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening to me.

Let's get fucked up!

goodness throughout

Thanksgiving may be my favorite holiday.
I find myself overflowing with warmth and love on this day,
year in and year out.
I want to cook a feast and drink copious amounts of mulled wine.
I want to hug and kiss all of my lovely friends.
It's the only day of the year where I really crave spending the whole entire day with my family.
But since I can't curl up on their living room couch with a cup of coffee and watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade (the one in Detroit, of course!) on channel 4 with them...
...I will spend the day with my other family.
My Seattle friends are the most amazing people
and they do a real good job at keeping me from getting homesick.

Anyway, I just returned from the city of brotherly love a few days ago.
I lost my phone and had no concept of time the whole weekend.
It's a pretty sweet town and I was reunited with some really sweet folks
(also a really sweet cat, Elliot).
Went crazy amounts of vintage clothing shopping (they have the best vintage stores)
Drank at a bar that ONLY sold PBR.
Got classy.
Saw an adorable play for free at the Walnut Street Theatre, which I guess is considered the oldest theatre in America
and scored a free piece of handmade jewelry from the house manager.
Visited a medical oddities museum after my Drexel interview
Ate my very first Philly cheesesteak and almost vomited right after I finished half.
A pretty successful and quirky trip.
I was so well taken care of and they had the most gorgeous weather.
I wish one more day.
And wish I hadn't broken my camera while trying to load film into it.

Although a pretty cool town, it made me realize how spoiled I am living here.
We have yards in Seattle! I hope everyone cherishes their yards!
Really, love your yard!
As someday, you may have to move to Philly and not have one.
Kiss that grassy ground beneath your feet.

On an unrelated note, since I am not a domestic goddess like Arianna Barrans, how does one properly reheat french press coffee sans microwave? I MUST KNOW!!!!

sweet potato dreams

Holy shit, it's November already?!
This busy bee does not have time to post.
Life has moving very fast. Moving very forward...very fast!
I simply can't keep up with it all.

I really need to be more disciplined as far as blogging goes.
It is so much easier to document events around the same time that they occur,
but whatevs.
I will try to recap the past month or so, in fragment sentences:

A most perfect day with lovely ladies, filled with miles of pumpkins and costume creations.

Consistently going on the most rad dates with a pretty rad dude.

Getting back on my moped for a ride down memory lane.

The most classy/trashy bachlorette party filled to the brim with penis props.

The raddest party I have ever been to while attached to a black tub and a foam rainbow.

A lovely trip to humble Bellingham.

And the biggest event of all....I scored two interviews to grad school!!!!!
So much more awesome then the several rejections of 2008.
I just purchased my very first power suit.
And I am hoping my new Molskine will organize my life for me.
I go to Philadelphia for #1 in three days! Oh fuck!


On a way more interesting note, I am sitting at a coffee shop next to a group of six middle aged individuals, discussing L.A.R.P.ing and fumbling with ten different 12-sided die on the table. One had just purchased a book called "Gaming Geeks" from the upstairs bookstore. In eavesdropping on the conversation, I heard one woman say, "I've been a LARPer since 1985. I am striving to be the woman that goes out at midnight to dig holes in peoples backyards. I want to be the woman that people tell really weird stories about. We are gamers, we are proud".

Do not even get me started about how exciting this was to me. Just don't!

Now, I will leave you with a brief, profound conversation between two homeless buddies while on the bus.
Homeless buddy #1: Oh man, I am soooo drunk!
Homeless buddy #2: Naw man, you're not drunk. The bus is drunk!

wonderful times

This is truly, hands down, my favorite time of year.
I am always happiest in autumn.

I've been baking and eating and drinking pumpkin.
I keep a constant supply of squash in the house.
I am a devout apple cider drinker.
The sun is shining in the sky
and leaves are crunching beneath my feet.

I have recently received a bread cookbook in the mail,
my book and movie collections have grown considerably,
and I now have someone who has committed to being my cuddle buddy.


The best season ever.