On Blogs

To be perfectly honest, I am horrible with these things. Blogs, I mean. I set one up, design a pretty layout, and prepare myself to fully commit, to write down everything that happens to me, to be completely open and honest, to inform the internet world and the friends who find me in it about my daily happenings and, as is more often, the issues and tragedies of my not-so horrible existence. But what actually happens is that I set them up, design a pretty layout, post for a few days, and then forget about it for months, going about my daily life wondering why I have nowhere to spill my heart out, until I finally find it again and post some sort of nonsensical apology.

That will probably happen here. I apologize beforehand, because I hope it won't be quite as nonsensical. Which is a great word, by the way.

So what are my summer plans that I am so keen to write about, you ask? Or, at least, I pretend you ask as a wonderful gateway into the next point. I am working at a doctor's office. And not just any doctor's office, oh no, I'm working for the Howell Allen Clinic, and if you ever come to Nashville and want to see the most pretentious waiting room in the world, we have got it. I wear designer scrubs embroidered with our name, waste huge amounts of paper by printing charts, and deal with bitchy patients.

No, really, it's not that bad -- I'm making good money and some of the patients are quite lovely. I had a wonderful conversation today with a patient's husband, and one man even stopped by the desk after his appointment just to thank me for taking him back. But the interesting part about this job is that, in working with patients and charts and diagnoses, I'm kind of remembering why I had that childhood dream of being a doctor. Science suits me, and I like patients. The end of the story is that I've decided to attempt a Chemistry major and start thinking about pre-med. I know.. it's very exciting. So someone remind me to talk to our pre-med department when I get back to Transy.

Or I'll just write it on my hand everyday and die of lead poisoning. You know, whatever.

I have a lot more ponderings that it would be wonderful to write down, but it's nearing 8:30 and that means that it's getting relatively close to my bedtime. I get up for work everyday at 5:15 and run patients all day. Which, by the way, involves real running. So, bed is along the lines of 10:00, and I haven't even gotten in my daily dose of Battlestar Galactica. I'm off, hopefully to write again later.

By the way, I would like to add that I am currently reading Fight Club, and I am extremely confused as to what all the hype was about. It's a relatively inventive idea, but the style is so basic noir or hard-boiled detective that I keep wondering why Palahniuk didn't decide to branch out and do something special with it... I understand the "leaving the plot to stand on its own" concept, but this is just getting kind of boring (and I'm a huge Chandler fan, thanks to Fizdale, so it takes a lot for me to say that).