September 3, 2003

• It is 9:00 I have sat down to work on my med school apps and am completely and utterly stumped on how to answer these questions. Why is it so hard to make evaluations of oneself and one’s life. When other people tell me stories involving me, I can always understand them, but I seem unable to come up with the same anectdotes on my own. Well, let me see what i can get done

  
  

  It is 10:30pm. I am attempting to work on my med school applications. I say attempting becuase I have requested my mother’s help, and thus far she has made shadow puppets on the wall, howled at the pictures of my wolves i have hanging on a poster, and pretended she is a ghost by putting a sheet over her head. She is currently making machine gun sounds and talking to herself about the fashion sense of the characters in my posters. One of the questions on the application is name how you have dealt with a personal problem. Mine is my mother.

  
  

  It is now 11:30. After 2 and 1/2 hours, I have managed to almost complete 2 questions. Not a whole application. Not even a full two questions, as I have not managed to brin either one to a conclusion I am satisfied with. Just almost 2. However, every little bit of progress is important, and just as it takes tremendous pressure to turn coal in diamonds, the increasing pressure from approaching deadlines is slowly compressing the usual crap of my written words into what I hope is a finely polished diamond of an application essay. And now, having exhausted my brain for today, I bid you all good eve, as I am turning into bed early

  
  

  *POOF*

  
  

  *A bed is suddenly in Josh’s Place at the comp*

  
  

  Moral of the Story: The degree of silliness your mind degenrates to is directly proportional to the time of evening in which you are attempting to work

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