i am suddenly constantly aware of my left hand now– and the shiny new ring that adorns it and makes me think of ryan every time i gesture / pick up a pen / type. yes, kids, i’m engaged. watch me bounce off the walls.

in other news: annie got accepted into med school! yay!

seriously, it’s time to party.

japanese people are great. check out these dolls made for old people. it’s all about simulated company when no one will play with you.

“I thought that you need to enjoy the night together if you really hope to live with a doll.”

i really have no idea what that’s supposed to mean… but sure! these things are like souped-up tamogatchis. i wonder how long it’ll be before they reach the US.

of course, the US isn’t slowing down on its baby-making any time soon.

i’m tired.

school sucks.

grumble grumble grumble

whine whine whine

arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

i’m pretty sure i suffer from:

- ADHD
- polycystic ovarian syndrome
- clinical depression
- absence seizures
- cushing’s disease

…and i’ll probably find a few more things as i get ready for the boards. hmmm.

You Are A Romantic

You are more romantic than 80% of the population.
You live your life like a fairy tale… or at least you try to.
Living for magical moments, you believe there’s only one true love for you.
Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don’t take it for granted.
Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!

today: video clips galore of childbirth. one had a big blue baby with its shoulder stuck in the canal. sca-ry. another video showed a doctor with his/her two hands in the vaginal canal along with the baby. ahhhhhhhhh! how on earth is there enough room for a baby’s head AND two hands? ‘just reach in and dislodge the shoulder’, they say. good grief. the whole thing made me cringe and reconsider my future plans to have children of my own. i can still hear the mothers screaming in the background. the pain! the horror!

afterwards, i delivered a plastic baby out of a plastic pelvis. head, anterior shoulder, posterior shoulder, squishy body –> success! it was like pulling a water baby (remember those? it wiggles and jiggles and feels so real! it’s my water ba-a-bee!) out of an oversized barbie whose legs had been amputated. i actually prefer it that way. no muss, no fuss, no gooey placenta shooting out afterwards. AND… the plastic pelvis isn’t screaming, “owwwwwwwww! it hurts! it hurts! it huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts!”.
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happy belated new year, kids. yesterday was all bright and happy (even though there were no red envelopes in sight). i taught a couple people how to say ‘happy new year’ in vietnamese. woo hoo! i studied at toro and ate a big mass of sushi (sushi for the whole year!), came home, and went to bed early (sleep for a whole year!).

apparently, the power went out last night– and so my alarm clock failed to go off this morning. i woke up feeling strangely rested– about an hour later than i had wanted to. oh well. class starts late today anyway.