It's been a year, but I still miss you every day.

See you again

Shutting down for the next five weeks so that I can finally start that whole studying for boards thing. Good luck to everyone, enjoy the glorious sunshine-y weather, and I'll catch you all on the flip side.

Keep your fingers (and toes!) crossed for me. I need all the help I can get.

My life would suck without you

My two best friends graduated today.

Graduated!

And as they walked across that stage as our dean called them by their full names, with that "Doctor" salutation before it, I gotta admit that I got a little teary.

I am so proud of them, and just a little bit sad that there will be no more spontaneous fried chicken dinners. A little nostalgic knowing that the three of us won't sit in front of the TV for hours on end as we get sucked into the latest Bravo reality show marathon. No more handmade dreamsicle cakes. No more surprise trips to Best Buy and cupcake stores.

But even though those things might not happen any longer - given that J is moving across 5 million state lines, and Lisa across 2 county lines - I know that our friendship is going to last forever. After all, you can't be best friends for seven years, and not have it mean something.

So while I'm a little teary that one chapter is ending, I'm so excited for them and what the future means.

I almost didn't go to graduation today. There was so much to study, hospital patients to see, and board review lectures to attend.

But I went. I played hookey and went. And thank goodness for that. Because it was their graduation! There will always be something to study, some class to attend. But this - this was a celebration. Of their accomplishments. Of our friendship. And how far we've come since that first week of undergrad when I asked the two of them to help me run for dorm government.

My two best friends graduated today. Graduated!

I think I'm still a little in shock.

So congratulations to my Dr. J and Dr. Lisa. Good luck, I love you, and I'll miss you every day.

Boom boom pow

SNL needs to add Justin Timberlake as one of their regulars right away. Because every time he hosts, I know it's gonna be a good episode.

And while everyone is talking about the Motherlover digital short (which is very funny and oh so wrong), my favorite sketch was this one:



Justin Timberlake is a giant boob! Singing parodies of current pop songs in the vein of plastic surgery! How much funnier could it possibly get?

Trouble is a friend

So I tend to freak out a lot. As you may have noticed.

The other day, I was talking to Neil on the phone as he walked back from something, and I was freaking out about boards and third year and the possibility of me dying from food poisoning.

He surprisingly didn't hang up until all my hypochondriac fears were gone, and I was back on track with the studying.

So then I decided to call him back.

Neil
Hello?

Me
Sorry to call back! I just wanted to let you know that I think you are an amazing friend.

Neil
[weird noise]
Okay! Go ahead!

Me
...

Neil
Hello? Michi? Go ahead!

Me
Um, I think you are a great friend? Do you seriously want me to elaborate and come up with reasons for why you're a great friend?!

Neil
Wait, what?

Turns out that a motorist had driven by at the beginning of our conversation, so he really had no idea what I had said. And thinking that I needed to vent about something (per usual), he responded in kind.

So yeah, we laughed a lot at that.

And then I realized I had already written up reasons for his birthday two years back!

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Oh Neil. You are a good friend. Hard of hearing, yes, but a good friend nevertheless.

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Yes, I deliberately censored the image. Wouldn't want anyone to be Google-able during interview season, now would we?

Shadows and regrets

Yesterday night at 11pm, J called me up. "Hey Michelle! I have an extra ticket to the midnight showing of Wolverine...you wanna come?? It'll be FREE!"

I debated and hemmed and hawed, but ended up staying home. I had class in the morning and PBL to finish up, and let's face it. I'm an old senior citizen, and need to be in bed by midnight.

It turned out to be the WORST DECISION OF MY LIFE.

This morning I woke up to gchats and email messages about how HUGH JACKMAN made a surprise appearance at our very own theater.

Of course, if I followed him on twitter, I would have known too.

DANG IT ALL. People's Sexiest Man Alive! The OSCARS HOST! The hottest Australian man on EARTH. In MY building's theater!!!

WHYYYYYYY??????? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

. . .

So yeah. Regrets? I've got a few.

I haven't felt this much teenage angst in a long time. Thanks to PBL and my stupid sleep cycle for ruining my only chance at meeting Mr. Jackman.