Silly summer of frivolity and fun!

 As my upcoming academic pursuits approach, I come to the realization that I'll have far less time for frivolity in my life. This saddens me. (Don't get me wrong, I am excited to learn serious things too, like you know, saving someone's life.) It is this realization that has spawned my summer of silliness and fun. Bonnaroo was a great start (post to come, I swear!). My [soon-to-be-ex] roommate / [always and forever, I hope] best friend and I have a party planned for tomorrow. I just have to get through this day at work and this helped....

I stumbled across some awesome t-shirts over at bustedtees that I wish I could buy, if only I had more of that silly green stuff. I'm sure t-shirts will become a wardrobe staple for all-day classes and labs (much to my chagrin), but if I must rock casual, these tees would certainly bring a grin to my stressed-out face. 

 For Dave:

For Natalie:

 

A couple of these might turn into gifts, so shh! don't tell them, k? Thanks.

Also, if bustedtees wants to hook me up with some or all of these shirts, I would rock that shit all over the interwebz. Just saying, hit me up!

Status quo +photo dump

So stressed. So broke. So much change coming.

.....Rap music dominates the atmosphere. I sit on a broken, stained futon in an apartment I'm not sure I'll be in a week from now. I just had appetizers from a mexican restaurant that declined my debit card. Thank god for my parents' emergency credit card. You'd think that as a 24 year old medical school freshman that I'd be a bit more ahead of the curve than I am. I'm starting my medical training in a month. I'm starting a new life in a month. I'll be on my own in a month. I've been on my own for four years now, but I can't help but feeling that my training wheels are being stripped away after this month.

I hate myself for briefly thinking, "I wish I had a husband. I wish I had someone to take care of me and make these big picture decisions and transitions with for me." I have friends that are already married with children. I don't envy them most of the time. Most of the time, I say, "good riddance." But sometimes, times like this, when I feel like half an adult, I envy them. And the woman's movement shudders.

I will be a doctor one day. I don't doubt it. But will I truly be successful?

[This post may or may not have been written under the influence of 2-4-1 margaritas happy hour. ]

Grandma's earrings(that has screw-on backs, wtf?)

 Coffee and dark circles erryday

 

Post-Bonnaroo Chacos tan

Bonnaroo 2012 (post to come..)

Amazing WWII propaganda postcard from the motherland c/o my bestie, Nat (see photo below)

 Blackberry picking with the bf (What will I do with him?)

Celebrating life with my soul-mate/roommate, Natalie

More 'roo! (seriously, you're gonna want to read this upcoming post) 

Work face.