Mann…I hate to admit it but I have such a love/hate relationship going on with my current state of…hair. Lol I know it’s such a girl thing to say and do but I remember being so stoked to chop off all that damaged dyed hair and finally being able rock the short hair that I’ve been wanting to do for the longest time and now that I have achieved it, I do love it but there are days when I don’t.
I love the fact that I don’t have to push my hair out of my face and out of my way and that I can do effortless chic. However I do miss that extra weight, those hair tosses and that boho/fa mulan/asian mermaid hair that goes on for dayssss look. Perhaps I should just invest in some extensions. But that brings upon another level of maintenance that I’m not sure I have the patience to deal with. Not to mention another level of fear that I might whip my hair and literally have it whip off my head.
To end this on a more positive and more interesting note, I just received news/the phone call that ive been waiting on. I got accepted for the internship that I’ve been keeping my fingers crossed for since late January. Im hoping to start once I settle in and see how my summer session 2 schedule works out. And I can not begin to describe how excited I am since Dr.Tran promised something interesting, bloody and hands on for my first day/procedure. Until then Ive got to do my part and make sure I can rock this internship as well as rock the shit out of these summer classes. With the mindset that these oppurtunities are hardly given but earned makes it seem all the more manageable and makes me that much more determined.
Which reminds me I have yet to find a dress for Kat and Stevo’s wedding, order another set of contacts, finish two new art comissions, finish my moms koi painting and register my car.
Yeah…that wasn’t really all that interesting. or relevant. or significant.
Spent last night being a total fatass with an old but gold friend after a long “day after memorial day break kinda craziness” day at work. Trading stories of crazy patients, catching up on what the others been up to after months of not really keeping in touch due to busy schedules, all while munching on some in-n-out and stuffing our faces with frozen yogurt…all while drooling over Chris Hemsworth was…to put it simply: nice.
It’s crazy to think that 10 years ago, we were both two painfully awkward, very much tomboyish and geeky asian girls who laughed at the same stupid jokes and whose aspirations were dead set on becoming pokemon masters. (Then again, in those aspects, maybe not much has changed…besides the fact once upon a time, she literally looked up to me and now I’m bound to literally look up to her. damn growth spurts lol)
Fastforward those 10 years and here we are, still awkward and tomboyish and very much geeky but very much grown. With worries about where it is exactly that our current respective situations will take us in the future, with dreams of jobs that we have a distinct longing of obtaining yet no exact idea on the means it truly takes to actually get there. Here we are, unwinding after a shit day of dealing with for the lack of a better word: shit, stuffing our faces, planning plans upon plans of spontaneous roadtrips and I can’t help but think that in
due no time we’ll find ourselves here another 10 years later with our own families, unwinding after a long day at work or at home, remininscing about those days when we were young.
It’s both a happy and terrifying feeling, a sort of of soaring and sinking feeling, to actually take the time to sit back and to think:
Exactly where has all the time gone?
Sometimes people can say the absolutely wrong fucking things at times. Whether it’s intentional or not I just wont stand for it. It’s those type of moments where nothing needs to be said, and silence is actually preferred.
- Don’t promise when you’re happy.
- Don’t reply when you’re angry.
- Don’t decide when you’re sad.
At the end of the day it boils down to this: dentist or doctor…doctor or dentist…dentor or doctist…? lol
Hopefully, after I shadow and do some volunteer work this summer, the decision will become clear to me. Till then, DAT and MCAT books it is.