Q: So Ella, Why Did You Flunk Out of Med School?

A: Um, I got new cookbooks instead of textbooks, spent my financial aid money at the farmer's market, and I forgot to study medicine. Completely.

Q: Was it worth it?

A: Absolutely.

Filet with Sauteed Mushrooms and Burgundy Sauce

Brown Molasses Sugar Cookies

Home-made Guacamole

Coq Au Vin

Fresh Figs with Chevre Goat and Raw Honey

Mushroom Turkey Burger with Blue Cheese

Kidney Bean and Summer Squash Soup

Flourless Chocolate Almond Cake

Beef Bourguignon

Cold Cucumber Salad with Red Pepper and Sweet Vinaigrette

Creme Wafers

Fresh Peach Ice-Cream

Bucatini Pasta with home-made pesto, roasted eggplant and pine nuts

Farm-House Loaf

Ahhh! I did it again...

F%$@!! I didn't mean to... it just happened. Only for a minute. I knew I shouldn't have... but somebody linked me... and I wanted to see... so I did it. I looked at SDN.

And of course, as usual, it makes me want to throw myself through plate glass.

Do yourself a favor. Put parental controls on that useless POS website.

Groceries or Microbiology Book?

So I made it through the summer... thanks to my parents chipping in (saving my ass) and a late tax return. But I am down to my last funds which have to pay my August bills... and financial aid doesn't show up for a few more weeks. Microbiology is supposed to be 5 weeks long... and it started today. I need to buy a book... but it was $85 at the bookstore, no used copies, AMSA sale was out, and Amazon still charges $65 + tax, shipping and I'd have to wait for it to get here.

In the end, I said screw it. I bought groceries instead.... and had pasta for dinner. Yay!

Bad News

Well, not for me. But a friend of mine who's supposed to be going onto 3rd year (in another state) just found out that he failed 2nd year. And since he was on a military scholarship, that went kaput too. They dropped him, official Friday. Sigh. I don't know how much it takes to fail a year... one class? Two classes? One BIG test that makes you fail a class? I don't know... but I feel for him, and for everyone else who is repeating a year. All I can say, is one thing I know in life... probably the only thing I really know... is that things happen for a reason. A reason that may not be clear for many years... but for a reason none the less.

A date...

So I went on a date for the first time since Mr. Psychiatrist and I broke up. It's been 7 months and I figured its time. It was ok. He was nice and cute. But he's a critical care/ lung transplant doctor. And a rather serious one. He's a couple years older than me and wayyyyyyyy up the doctor food chain. Let's just say his general attitude was something like "I work 22 hours a day, sleep 1 hour a day, and drink coffee 1 hour a day". Okkkaaaayyyy then....

I'm thinking it might be a good plan to move on to dating a different profession. Maybe astronauts? I mean... they travel for work and you know they aren't cheating (thanks to NASA's new no sex in space rule and video surveillance).... so you get space and security. They are famous for something noble. Intelligent, sexy (ever notice that even old astronauts have sex appeal?), fit... it's win-win situation. Assuming you have good life insurance. Anybody know one?

Last 12 hours of Freedom

Before 2nd year starts. Ugh. I only had like 5 days off since my final physio exam. Bleh.

Apparently

I am not an alcoholic. Nor a boozer. Nor can I really even drink much more than 2 glasses of wine. Well, not anymore anyway. My college days were a different story.

Point is.... Last night I went to the welcome party for the incoming class (go 2014!!)... and where else would it be except the FQ? After squeezing through approximately 300 people in 400 square feet, and standing in line for my 2 for 1 "drink special"... (oh yay)... I emerged with 2 beers. I don' t normally drink beer... but it was cheap and I detest spending money on crappy alcohol in crappy places that don't even have a drink list. So I went with beer. 2 for 1, like I said. I spent most of the night nursing those two beers.... then I decided to go home. But when I went to close my tab the bartender wouldn't let me pay on my card without a $10 minimum. So I thought I would order something yummy. Baileys and cream... but she had no cream (awesome, high class bar I tell you)... so I settled for Baileys and water. Which WAS yummy by the way.

Then I started chit-chatting with my ex lab partner, Rew. Who nicely offered me another Baileys and water. It was yummy... so I said ok. That was when everything went to hell. A gal in my class handed me a kamikaze, what could I do... it was a gift? Then our class prez handed me a mystery shot... which I made it through about 1/4 of it before I chucked it in the trash and decided it was time to head home.

Lets just say it wasn't a pleasant night after that. Water. Excedrin. Shower. Shower. Shower. Sleeping in the shower. Ugh. Yuck, you can imagine the rest.

I figure I have to get that drunk about every 5 years or so to remind myself why I don't drink more than two drinks. My last REALLY drunk experience was in 2005 and ended with me, my brother, and his friend getting jumped in a parking lot and subsequently kicking the shit out of 8 drunk guys in suits from a T-mobile convention at 4 am in Norfolk. I was actually too drunk to see but somehow managed to kick some ass. Ah, a story best saved for another time.