1/8 of the way there
I’m currently stuck at the airport because my first flight got delayed by 3 hours, meaning that I am almost definitely missing my connecting flight, which means that no, I will not be making it back to CA today. To be honest, I kinda expected this, so I’ve made peace with the fact. I will write a lot and hopefully get lots of studying done. :O I’m just sad because I didn’t pack enough food with me to last such a long delay, and they no longer feed us on planes. :[ (And obviously, it would’ve been really nice to see my family/friends again today, as opposed to tomorrow.)
First semester of medical school completed! In celebration, I…went to the gym, then went home and cleaned my apartment/packed. (I know, I know, my life is full of all kinds of excitement.)
But! In the evening, I decided to accompany my neighbor to the pub to celebrate one of our friend’s birthdays. I offered to drive, since I needed to fill up on gas and to drop off Kitler at my friend’s place, and originally he agreed to tag along with me, but then he looked outside and offered to drive instead. (This was probably a better idea because his car has AWD and he has extensive experience driving in the snow whereas I have 0. Until this morning, anyway.)
Plus, he got me cool items for Christmas! :D I took two pictures because I noticed what he did with the card later on (it’s a pronunciation table for my name, har har). (And the wrapping paper’s pretty. :x Tis all my favorite colors!) The Chinese takeout box (see what I mean about him being more Asian than I am? ._.) contains what he calls “White Trash,” which I will include a recipe for later. :O It is amazing and extremely versatile. And although not the best for you, it’s not entirely terrible for you either. An in-between-ish holiday treat?
I’ve always been a pretty terrible present-giver, and this has only magnified since we adopted the wishlist system among my closest friends. My neighbor is also freakishly difficult to shop for (in my humble opinion) because he already has all the stuff he wants, and the only things I knew of that he reallyreally wanted were wildly out of a reasonable price range for me to spend on him. When such instances occur, I like to default to food, because you can never go wrong with food (or so I’d like to think). So I got a bag and just kept picking up things that I thought he’d like and depositing it in said bag until I looked at it on Thursday night and realized that it’d gotten pretty ridiculous in terms of all the stuff I’d put in there. To be fair, however, he gives me so much stuff on non-momentous occasions that I decided that I could treat Christmas as an excuse to finally be able to give something back and have him actually take it. (My ingenious plan worked. :O )
One of the billion pluses to having the awesome neighbors that I do = I get to be the resident taste-tester. He used Thursday (the day before our last final) as his baking day while we studied, so I got to try all kinds of goodness. :D I think I’m somewhat of a terrible taste-tester though because I usually like everything (or just everything he makes is really good; take your pick on the reasoning :O ). This triple berry muffin cake was definitely no exception to that rule of thumb. :O
It decided to snow again the night before our test. Our dean of student affairs emailed us to tell us to plan accordingly (e.g. sleep over at a friend’s place nearby), but that ended up not being necessary.
On account of the snow, though, I got really worried about fluffy lion cat (whom I’ve since named Mufasa) and decided to take him in for the night. He made himself right at home. <3 I felt terrible about putting him back outside again this morning, but he should be okay. ;_; My other neighbor adopted his brother(?) and named him Stormageddon. :D
Somewhere during the evening while we were at the pub, one of our friends decided that my neighbor and I should get married because that would, in essence, grant me in-state tuition. :O She also decided to make a post about it on facebook about it, and it’s gotten kinda out of hand. I’m kinda terrible at using the new paint, so some of the boxes are a little liberal. Should be fine though.
For the record, I only told Kosina she needed to fill out an application because she said I’d have to fill one out to be one of her bridesmaids for her wedding.