Quick update

I've been putting off writing an entry so that I could write one that properly reflects the changes I think I've made in my life. I think about it when I'm running, when I'm studying, when I lie awake at night.

I'm leaving my PhD program. I haven't officially told my department yet, but considering that I've not lifted a finger in doing anything department-related-- I think they have a clue. I'm taking my MCAT(medical college admissions test)and I'm sending in applications soon thereafter. I'm up to my ears in organic chemistry and physics.

Another change: I'm talking to my parents again. I have to tell that story when I have more time-- but suffice it to say that when shit hits the fan, the only ones you can really count on are your family. Forget apparent friends and affectionate acquaintances-- they don't really count. I found out when I had another breakdown last week.

I turned down a proposal from a guy I would have given my right boob for even just a few months ago. It wasn't as exceedingly hard as I thought it would be. I still haven't told anyone about my lame suicide episode. I'll also need more time to tell THAT story soon.

I was dragged to the stupid Sex and the City movie-- and I hated every.damn.minute. of it. OMG. It was torture for my brain. And the fact that it was 2.5 hours long--!! I spotted a few pussy-whipped dudes in the audience, but I think I was the only female not squealing and yelling when Carrie was abandoned. I have so many bones to pick with this show... but how stupid, STUPID is it that she keeps calling him "Big"? Ugh. I fucking hated the show, hate the characters, and very much hated the movie.

Oh, and someone got me a dog. I named her Mischa and just the thought of no one else being able to take care of her-- it keeps me from shooting my brains out. Haha. Just kidding. Well, sort of. I don't have that gun anymore anyway. '

I'll write more when I have more time. But it's not all bad now. Things are slowly looking up.