Friday, July 13, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
This Pretty Much Sums It Up
I'm in the final throes of studying for this Friday's MCAT. To get a sense of what my days have been like, watch the following video gem.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Onward, Upward
Ten days and counting until the MCAT (pronounced: MCrAP). At this point, I'm really ready for this damned thing to be over. At the moment, however, I'm not pleased with my scores on the practice exams, so I'll continue to work, work, work.
Stay Out of Room 237
Over the last week, I was alone for much of the time at the mountain house in north Georgia. I thought it was pretty funny to picture a scenario like "The Shining" but with me descending into madness in about 48 hours. Hilarity ensues! Pretty funny until I started thinking about the movie a little too much and actually ended up spooking myself a little bit.
One night, a thunderstorm blew threw the area. I'd been upstairs watching SportCenter before heading to bed. When I made my way to my downstairs bedroom, I noticed that the door leading outside was standing open, the room felt like it was about 1000 degrees, and it was filled with insects. For a few minutes, I like I was in "Temple of Doom."
That night, I had one of the most disturbingly violent and bloody dreams I've ever had in my life. Seriously, it was like being in some freaky, freaky version of "The Shining." Instead of 'redrum' being painted on the doors, it was more like physics and chemistry formulas and such. Sounds a little funny but, trust me, the details I'm withholding make it really terrifying.
Mileage of the Devil
So, returning to Atlanta last night. My car started having some problems with temperature. I ended up getting off the highway before the car overheated entirely. As I'm pulling into the gas station, I noticed my trip odometer: 66.6. Freaky.
Pizza of the Devil
Luckily, my wife came to the rescue and met me at the gas station in Duluth. She arrived about 5 minutes before the tow truck showed up. After the car was loaded and sent on its way, we drove back into the city. As we were pretty hungry, we phoned in a take-out order from Savage Pizza and headed there. I paid and went outside with the wife and Dylan to pass some time. After about 15 minutes of waiting, they told us that some moron took our pizza by mistake. This occurred, evidently, while I stepped outside momentarily. Seems the ding-dong was in a non-stop conversation on his mobile, looked up when they said my name, and took the pizza. When I looked at my beer, guess what number was on it? The number: 420.
So...
Of course I'm stressed, why do you ask?
Stay Out of Room 237
Over the last week, I was alone for much of the time at the mountain house in north Georgia. I thought it was pretty funny to picture a scenario like "The Shining" but with me descending into madness in about 48 hours. Hilarity ensues! Pretty funny until I started thinking about the movie a little too much and actually ended up spooking myself a little bit.
One night, a thunderstorm blew threw the area. I'd been upstairs watching SportCenter before heading to bed. When I made my way to my downstairs bedroom, I noticed that the door leading outside was standing open, the room felt like it was about 1000 degrees, and it was filled with insects. For a few minutes, I like I was in "Temple of Doom."
That night, I had one of the most disturbingly violent and bloody dreams I've ever had in my life. Seriously, it was like being in some freaky, freaky version of "The Shining." Instead of 'redrum' being painted on the doors, it was more like physics and chemistry formulas and such. Sounds a little funny but, trust me, the details I'm withholding make it really terrifying.
Mileage of the Devil
So, returning to Atlanta last night. My car started having some problems with temperature. I ended up getting off the highway before the car overheated entirely. As I'm pulling into the gas station, I noticed my trip odometer: 66.6. Freaky.
Pizza of the Devil
Luckily, my wife came to the rescue and met me at the gas station in Duluth. She arrived about 5 minutes before the tow truck showed up. After the car was loaded and sent on its way, we drove back into the city. As we were pretty hungry, we phoned in a take-out order from Savage Pizza and headed there. I paid and went outside with the wife and Dylan to pass some time. After about 15 minutes of waiting, they told us that some moron took our pizza by mistake. This occurred, evidently, while I stepped outside momentarily. Seems the ding-dong was in a non-stop conversation on his mobile, looked up when they said my name, and took the pizza. When I looked at my beer, guess what number was on it? The number: 420.
So...
Of course I'm stressed, why do you ask?
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