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Dr. James Wilson M.D. Head of Oncology I'MMA CHANGIN' MY JOURNAL New ID is Cancel that last order. I'm bleeding; all is explained. My lower bits ached today. Like, I was curled up on the floor for an hour because it felt painfully weird otherwise. I still feel weird. Is it possible that she broke my hymen and I still hurt? There wasn't blood, but I've heard that there doesn't have to be. In other news, I'm still waiting for my PRAXIS scores, which is a serious problem. However, I am registered for 12 credits (three classes) so, the bare minimum is achieved. As soon as my freaking PRAXIS scores come in, I can apply for Teacher Education, and then MAYBE be accepted, and MAYBE get into the next Education class I need. Other than that, life is okay. Taking the good with the bad and all that. Antony out. Currently reading: Of Mice and Men Last book completed: To Kill a Mockingbird Current mood: Current music: "Frasier". Okay, and now I know. Nothing is EVER going up there again. It's been five hours, and I'm still not okay. Blurgh. Curse being born female, and fuck uteran exams. I'm going to get my thyroid checked, and I might go on the pill. Wish I'd thought to bring Wilson with me. So half my friends list was in Boston the other day. I went to meet 'Twas a fantastic day; Boston is so lovely, and it was brilliant to see the fabulous Hellen again. Current mood: My first two results are in for the PRAXIS! --The state requirements: Math: 172 Reading: 174 --My scores: Math: 183 Reading: 184 WOO! Current mood: PRAXIS TOMORROW PRAXIS TOMORROW JESUS FUCK, DON'T FAIL. Current mood: Think I'm gonna change majors and directions. I've been talking about it for a bit (to a teacher), and I'm pretty convinced that a younger group of kids is more suited to my personality. I don't know if I want to go on teaching French to younger kids, or if I just want to be a grade-school teacher now. So everyone who was hoping I'd major in Education can rejoice, because it looks like I'm headed that way. Current mood: Brussels sprouts are not nearly as tasty as I remember them being. Granted, the last time I had them, I was seven. Also, on a fandom-related note, I haven't seen the last two or three episodes of House because I'm afraid I'll fall apart when Wilson does, even if he's being a horrible bitch. Current mood: Current music: Will & Grace, and then Scrubs. |
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