So…chalk up week 1 of PT school as being complete.  Any nervousness is gone…well kind of.  I still have yet to experience a “omg what did i get myself into i should probably try and jump out my window to the pine tree except i would probably miss since im not good at the broad jump” panic attack.  Apparently a lot of people have already had one of those…i’m hoping to not have to participate in that activity.  Yes, I realize that this whole thing is going to be real hard.  But I also realize that if I can get myself to this point, then I can get myself through this.  I have total confidence in myself.  And if that didn’t sound egotistical then I don’t know what does.  But honestly, I know I can do this and that’s all I’m going to keep telling myself when things aren’t looking so great.  Especially on Monday night when I will probably spend an extra 2-3 hours in the Anatomy Lab trying to finish up our first dissection that should have been done on Friday…Glorious and Good Riddance.  I should probably just start bringing a sleeping bag to campus.  It’d be more economical to just save money on gas and sleep on a bench and get smacked in the face with a mop by a janitor.

I must say, I’m uber pumped for next weekend because all my friends from undergrad are coming up for the Purdue game.  It’ll be just like old times.  Except minus the whole not doing anything all weekend and then being belligerent at the football game.  Cause I’m probably gonna have to toss in at least a handful of study hours.  And then I’ll get belligerent.  And then I’ll study some more.  Yup, that’s what my life has come to.  Belligerency and books.

P.s. A wonderful video for your viewing pleasure.  No I didn’t discover it.  I’m definitely not that freaking sweet.

Ugh…PT School is going to be rough I’ve decided.  But at least I haven’t fallen behind yet, thanks to my highly absorbent sponge of a brain.  I’m thinking Brawny should figure out what my brain is made of…then market it as a new, ultra paper towel that can withstand wiping up any kind of spill.  That would be a paper towel that mothers dream of.  But anyways, tomorrow is going go to be Day 3 of the Adult World experience.  Adult world means that teachers no longer hold your hand and prance through the wildflowers with you.  Nay, in adult world they simply hand you a syllabus and say “Hey you, you read this and follow it and maybe if you study quite a bit and by a bit i mean all the time, then maybe you can get out of this place alive”.  Yes, I think I’m going to like Adult World quite a bit. 

So…I am officially back in Toledo for what is the beginning of a long journey that will last approximately 2 years, 8 months (sounds like a good name for a Yellowcard song).  Yes, I am starting PT School.  There is no looking back now.  Even though I’m slightly scared and feeling pretty much unprepared (that’s what you get for 4 years of undergrad, jack squat), I’m hoping that it isn’t as hard as I’m thinking and that the time just flies on by.  Why?  Cause I’m kind of getting sick of school to be honest.  Not that I’m ready for the real world yet either.  I’m a very mixed up person.  Kind of like a smoothie.  Which p.s. are delicious when you have a blender in which to make them.  Which I do.  Cause I’m freaking bomb like that.

As for the new living situation, I’m living with Steph and we got an amazing apartment.  I’ve already been told approximately 100 and a half times that I have to take good care of it.  Wonder who was telling me that?  But anyways, we finally got everything situated and decorated.  It’s almost so nice that I don’t want lots of people coming over and messing it.  I’d probably slit throats.  And cut off toes.  All that kind of good stuff.  But that would probably get blood on the carpet which is a major no-no when trying to take care of a nice apartment.  So maybe I’d need a drop cloth.  Oh wait, I have one already because we’ve been very crafty lately.  The theme of the apartment is becoming: buy wooden objects and paint them.  We are freaking turning into Van Gogh and Monet.  I don’t know who is which.  Cause personally I’d rather not be the one without an ear.  I enjoy having both.

Um…other than that stuff, nothing is new.  Except the fact that this is the first entry in about a year.  Well not quite.  But I’m real bad at math and don’t feel like pulling out a calculator. 

Oh and I’ve been feeling the Damien Rice music lately.  I don’t know why.  I’m the headbanger, rock out type of chica.  But lately, Ive been into the I’m mellow and want to wear a raincoat all day type of music.  Yup, once again proving how freaking insanely sweet I am.