Half a year has passed ... which is weird. More people have died. What a surprise.
Besides that, however, there has been relatively little happening. I took a semester of classes. I applied to a shit ton of medical schools. I have been accepted to none of them. My mom bought a house. My sister ditched a loser. My doggie, sadly, gained more weight. Her yo-yo dieting is starting to worry me. My health is pretty normal, and my husband is just as obsessed with golf as ever.
I'm thinking of rearranging my bedroom. Does that count as news? Oh, and Olen and I started a new workout program. He likes to kick my ass. I think it makes him feel good that I lift about 10% what he does. I started this new medicine that makes it so I can breathe like a normal person. Running became really easy after that.
Mostly, I'm just hoping that another half year from now I will be getting ready for med school, buying books and scrubs and such. If not I will probably be curled up in a little ball, crying away my life.
I learned recently that I am really quite a terrible gardener. My thumb is so far from being green, it's practically red. Last summer I couldn't keep my plants alive to save my own life. In my defense we went through an incredible drought, and my hydrangeas were babies, but still. Shouldn't the scorched flowers in the front yard be a reminder to TURN THE WATER ON. Apparently not. And when I did remember to water, I would forget to stop, effectively drowning my plants for 12 hours straight.
Now that it's winter, I am occupied by killing my indoor plants. You'd think it would be easy to keep a cactus alive. Everyone else seems able to do it. I've killed not just one, but two, and one other desert plant besides. My rubber tree plant is currently hugging the table beneath it due to starvation (no light = no sugar, and the blinds have been closed for weeks). My peace lily is brown.
The only plants that survive my house are the fake ones.
When spring comes, if my plants are still alive I'll be lucky. If not, I'm forfeiting my right to work as a gardener. Trust me, the plants will thank me.
