last night when we went out i ran into the med student that i was so freaked for last year. HA!!! what the fuck was i thinking?!?!? what a goddamn DORK!! hee hee hee. i really enjoyed half chatting with him, half looking extremely bored, checking my phone, etc. i am such a bitch, but fuck him, he deserved it!!! hahahahahaha....

the other night i went out and got pretty smashed. i went to the bathroom in the bar and somehow, in the process of closing the stall door i managed to drop my beer bottle and it smashed on the floor. i then spent the next twenty minutes staring blearily at a large shard that had come to rest near my right foot. i kept reaching for it, and then kept willing myself to bring my hand back. reaching. pulling back. reaching. pulling back. i had finally picked it up when one of my friends came stumbling into the bathroom looking for me. saved by the drunk. i can't believe that i was going to cut in the damn bathroom of a gross smelly bar. how low is that?? and for no reason except that the glass was there. well, and i was inebriated and not thinking particularly straight. huh. odd.

the job search continues. nothing yet but a bunch of rejection letters. panic isn't setting yet, but i feel it coming...

starving + bleeding