I've had a super crazy week, because I had two tests, two days in a row.
So, I've been keeping up, like I promised myself I would, which consists of reading the lecture before going to class, and then writing out a summary of the lecture after class. Then, I memorize the summaries before the test. This system has basically reduced my free time to about 2 hours and 30 minutes each day. It totally sucks. But if I keep up, then I don't have the dread in the back of my mind that I'm behind and might fail the test during times when I actually get to have fun. Which really ruins any fun that might have been had.
So this past weekend was the weekend before my two tests (immunology and pharmacology). On Friday, I took off from studying, and Aaron and I went to Appleby's to try their all-you-can-eat meals. Aaron had a chicken fingers meal and I ended up forgoing the all-you-can-eat and had mini burgers. Funny thing is, they must have had some sort of training in regards to this all-you-can-eat promotion, because they had a system down. The first helping, they would bring the chicken fingers and dipping sauce with a side of cole slaw and some french fries. The second helping they cut out the cole slaw and just brought chicken fingers and fries and dipping sauce. The third helping, they didn't bring any dipping sauce, only chicken and fries. Shady, right? And then we came home and watched a movie from Blockbuster and stayed up really late, because I was not willing to end my no-study day.
Saturday, we woke up at 3 p.m. Ridiculous. I couldn't stomach the thought of starting to study the minute I woke up, so I convinced Aaron to go to a Shoe Pavilion clearance to possibly look at some shoes. Just as we were about to leave, we got a call from Andi and Jeff inviting us to dinner and to go to an art show put on by some kids from the school where Jeff teaches. So we ended up doing that. We went to the Bishop Arts District, which sounds much more artsy than it is, or at least it sounds much larger than it really is. It's about two blocks of independent stores--a store that sells soda from all around the world, an organic pet store that had no good toys for Dwight at all, and a bunch of cafes and restaurants. We ate at a tapas cafe and had really good fried goat cheese, crochettes, and chicken in sherry sauce. Yum. But the waiter was a little condescending and obviously wanted us to order more so his tip would be larger.
Needless to say, I got basically zero studying done Saturday. Which I reasoned with myself was ok, since I had already done so much studying I would've gotten an A in any college class.
Sunday and Monday, I studied, but it was a struggle. I started getting sick on Monday, and I took the Immuno test on Tuesday morning after two hours of sleep the night before and with a sore throat and stuffed up sinuses. Then, I went home and took a nap, and then went to dinner w/ Aaron at Central Market. Well, he had Central Market macaroni and cheese, and I had Panda Express from across the street--fried rice, orange chicken, and egg flower soup (following the feed a cold, starve a fever adage.) After dinner, I started studying for Pharmacology. I took the test Wednesday morning at 8 am, still sick, and with only 2 hours of sleep the night before again. I felt like shit.

Anyways, I got my grades back today. 76 on my immuno test (which I spent 30+ hours in total studying). That is 7 points below average. 83 on my pharm test, which I spent 5 hours studying. 10 points above average.
There is just no telling on these tests. It is ridiculous.
All I can say is, at least I passed. I do not understand people who worry about getting an A.

I am really craving some tapas right now.
And I am still sick.

And I can't wait for my package to come in. A designer-inspired Balenciaga motorcycle bag. After this, I am quitting. I never thought I would love handbags so much, much less designer ones.

Today I found a hard round turd in Dwight's crate. I had let him out for the morning, and was studying downstairs while he annoyed the heck out of me by nosing all of my pens off the table, whining, and ringing the bell in an attempt to get me to take him on his morning walk. This was all normal. But I noticed he kept walking into his crate and sniffing the back of it, whining, and then walking back out. I figured maybe he threw up in the middle of the night and was looking for remnants to re-eat. (I know, it's gross, but in the beginning I would clean out his cage every time he threw up by hosing out his blankets in the backyard, and he would spend the rest of the day ringing the bell, asking to be let out in the backyard to re-consume the disgusting chunks in the backyard grass. So I just decided to make it easier on both of us and let him clean up after himself. Dogs in the wild do it...why not.)
But he seemed so disturbed by whatever was in the back of his crate, that I finally got up to see what was bothering him. I look into the cave of his crate, and see a small mass in the back of it. Piece of chewed blanket? Rubber tire? Luckily, I go to the kitchen to grab a paper towel before getting it out, and then realized it was a turd. A hard turd with little teeth marks on it like he tried to get rid of the evidence. I go out to the dumpster to throw it out, and when I got back, he seemed really grateful. Like, he sat down on the couch next to me and licked my arm really hard, for a really long time. He usually is not so affectionate when it is just me and him, for some reason he only feels relaxed enough to cuddle when we are all home, maybe because I am so stressed in the mornings thinking of everything I have to do before I leave the house, which stresses him out too. So I think he really was grateful that I took care of his accident for him.

Anyways, that was a really long exposition on Dwight's turd. But, such is the content of my day. Unless you would like to hear about sitting in class and dozing off, and chewing gum, and drawing on margins, and dozing off...

At this very moment, I would love to go to a comfy, dark bar, with a good amount of other people in it, and drink a gin and juice. With my fakie spy bag. That bag adds such spice to life.

I have been spending a lot of time browsing flickr lately. It's interesting to search certain words and see various people's interpretations of those words. Like, type in 'comfy' and you will find people in hoodies, or dogs on couches. Or 'bedside table' and see what people have on their bedside tables. Or 'purse' and see what people carry in their purses.
It is quite satisfying, and I feel like I am able to vicariously live a thousand moments in different places.

I have recently upgraded to a new (to me) cell phone that I got from craigslist. It was a super deal, only $60. I knew I was probably going to get a pretty good deal when Aaron and I walked up to the Starbucks where we were meeting, and there were two women sitting in front, with a Fendi Spy sitting on the table next to them. I'm assuming it was a realy Fendi, seeing as if it weren't they would have set it on the floor. Only real Fendis get table treatment.

Dwight loving on Zillah, Andi and Jeff's cat.



Speaking of which, Dwight found us a dollar bill the other day. It was laying off to the side of the sidewalk where we were walking him, and he started sniffing at it. I thought it was a wild mushroom or poop (both of which he likes to eat) and so started pulling him away. But then I noticed it was a dollar. He must've been smelling the millions of hands it's had been held by in its lifetime. So I told him "Good dog!" and waved it in front of his nose so he would be sure to point out more if he ever came upon one again.

By the way, I just added the picture of my tube sock bike on a previous post, but I waited too long, and now the post is not on the first page anymore. So here's a link to the post if you're curious.

Hello all! I'm here to tell you of my new obsession. I don't know what my deal is lately but I think my estrogen levels are kicking in...it must be the birth control. It's been too long since my hormones have been at their natural levels. Or maybe it's bitchy, yuppy Dallas getting to me. Anyways, here it is, the Pleated Fendi Spy in Cognac.



Just looking at it brings to mind the image of a cool English morning, with the delicate scent of lilacs in the air. Beautiful.

You see what I mean? I have gone absolutely crazy. I didn't used to know anything about clothes, etc., and now, in the short span of 3 months, I have been obsessed with $200 sandals, and (I'm embarassed to say) this $6000 bag that is so rare that even if I had the money, I would not be able to find it. Nor, do I think, would I actually spend the money if I had it...but you never know. Love is a many-splendored thing.

Aaron and I went to The Cavern last night to see some friends of his from college play. Their band is called Whitman, and I have a shirt of theirs that says, "My heroes have always been Indians." I still smell like smoke because I am taking a page out of Josephine's book and have not showered. Dwight also smells like smoke because we were cuddling last night when Aaron and I got home.
It was great getting to hear them, and for some reason the bar or the music or something, made me miss Austin so much--driving across the bridge over Town Lake...for some reason that stretch of road is what I tend to think of when I miss Austin. That, and walking at night with Aaron around the fountain near the art buildings. I think Aaron actually went into it once, when challenged.

Did you know that Josephine's full name was Marie-Josephe-Rose de Beauharnais? She was called Rose until Napoleon came along, and decided he didn't like it, and called her Josephine instead.

I am sitting here with Dwight on one side, and an electric fly swatter on the other, just in case any of those infernal mosquitos bother us. I already killed one, and it fell onto the couch next to me, where I left it for a few minutes, and then went to go pick it up. Lo and behold, it flew away when I touched it! Apparently the batteries need to be changed.

Breaking Dawn tonight! Woo-hoo!!!!!!!!

I have just discovered Napoleon Bonaparte's love letters to his wife Josephine. Here is one he apparently wrote when he woke up, to tell her he would see her later in the day.

Dec. 29, 1795

I awake all filled with you. Your image and the intoxicating pleasures of last night, allow my senses no rest.

Sweet and matchless Josephine, how strangely you work upon my heart.

Are you angry with me? Are you unhappy? Are you upset?

My soul is broken with grief and my love for you forbids repose. But how can I rest any more, when I yield to the feeling that masters my inmost self, when I quaff from your lips and from your heart a scorching flame?

Yes! One night has taught me how far your portrait falls short of yourself!

You start at midday: in three hours I shall see you again.

Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire.

In another one of his letters, he apparently tells her to stop bathing five days before his arrival because he found her body odor sexy. Now that's love.