The last two and a half weeks have been rough back in NYC. My medicine rotation is going pretty well, except that I'm not doing well with the 5am wake up. I think the hardest part is working six days a week. I've always treasured my weekends and they're essentially gone. And with a limited social life it prevents me from finding distraction from thinking about nye boy. We've emailed back and forth a bit and a few text messages. But I have this gut feeling that I'm either not going to hear back from my last email or it's going to be really short and really won't warrant a response.
The most horrible thing about this whole situation is that because there is nothing to distract me in NYC I tend to fixate on that situation. Frankly I feel a little like a crazy person. As long as I can stop stalking his myspace and perhaps find someone else to distract me, I think I'll be ok :)
::sigh:: saw the boy from NYE last night. Frankly I'm smitten. Gonna have to get over that with the 3000 miles that will be between us. Who knows when/if I'll talk to him again. But it's been a fun week for sure. The best part is that this rejuvenated my faith in guys. I'm smiling just thinking about him... pathetic I know, but it's good for me :)
This last week at home has been good. Quinn's stayed with me and it's been nice to have someone to keep me company at home. She and I went to Redhook brewery yesterday and did the tour. Much fun. Our five little beer samples got us mildly buzzed. Then we came home to my dad's tasty steak dinner. Matt came over and the three of us did face masks. Little femmey I know. :)
Been in touch with the boy from NYE. He may try to meet out tonight. Frankly it's just a doomed situation. But apparently those are my favorite type :)
I love how the only thing that gets me to write in livejournal is boys....Since my series of bad boy stories I stayed on the DL for awhile. Had a brief relapse in Montreal. And by relapse I mean really bad decision about a boy at the bar. My judgement while drunk is such crap. Hormones definitely make my decisions for me. Sometimes I feel like a boy in that regard.
After my horrible boy luck I started to stay in more and perhaps tame my drinking adventures. I kept to safer things like flirting with classmates. The safe variety of flirting though--the type that doesn't result in the oops, my bad in the morning.
And then I come home for Christmas. Apparently months of being good results in a lot of pent up stuff. This past friday at the Kennedy Brothers I took a liking to our bartender/server. The pictures of us at the bar make me look like a stage 5 clinger--circa Wedding Crashers. Then came NYE. Unlike myself, I found a guy that I took a liking to at the beginning of the evening. I even approached him. I think living in New York has made me aggressive. He even told me I was aggressive. I'm not sure if I like this new side. But i guess there's nothing wrong with going after what you like. Long story short, ended up back at his place until close to 3p the next day. I think the funniest part of the evening was my friends' responses the next day. I walked into Elizabeth's apartment to 4 girls attacking me with quesitons. And of course Dave coming out and yelling "walk of shame" at me. I deserved it really. Apparently that night they were all trying to cock block me. Trying to get me to go home. Sounds like Dave was the only one that thought I should be able to make my own decisions--probably just so he could make fun of me in the AM. I guess they also talked about me at breakfast. Something about comparing this new years to four years ago when I met Toby. I certainly did have some flashbacks from that night. However, this entire situation will end far differently. As in, it's already ended.
I only have 5 days left in Seattle. It's always tough leaving. But next year I can do about 3 months of rotations away and I'd like to come back for at least part of that.
Boy Saga Part II:
So, the boy with the pseudo-fiance never called. Surprise surprise. I think the major reason I was bummed is because he was the first guy I'd really had any real interest in since I started medical school. However, that night, apparently, sent me back to my old ways--the newly 21 year old partier. Every weekend I've gone out since (3 of them to be precise), I've met guys. Some I liked more than others. In particular I met this cutie on saturday night. Now, I was really really wasted on saturday (it's the damn jager I tell ya), so my judgement was certainly altered. Anyhow, I ended up bringing him home, which is certainly something I've never made the habit of. I think I can count the number of guys I've brought back to my apt or house on one hand. We departed well. He left early in the morning, with my phone number, him telling me I better answer when he calls... and alas it's 5 days later and no call. I seem to have developed piss-poor luck with gentlemen these days. I don't know what it is about me lately that draws the guys that don't call or maybe what I'm doing or not doing so they don't want to call. Not sure what I can do to change that either. Really need to stop and reevaluate what I've been doing. Perhaps a change in behavior is warranted, but I'm not sure how.
A tiny little part of me held out hope that the guy from last weekend was going to call. The unrealistic side of me hoped that he really didn't have a gf, etc. Oh well. Maybe I'll have better luck this weekend. Or maybe I should just give up for awhile :)
Haven't posted in months--it seems I only manage to post when it's something boy related. Guess that shows you how little boys have been involved in my life as of late--hooking up with my ex while home certainly doesn't count :)
So here's a synopsis of my current boy escapades. Saturday night, my roommate, Steph, and I ventured away from our med school classmates and went out with her college friend and her banker coworkers. Ended up being us 3 girls and about 10 guys--our kind of ratio. Banker boys took good care of us at the bar and we were spoiled with drinks and shots all night. Needless to say we got ripped. According to standard procedure we got kicked out of the bar at the end of the night and spent way too long goofing off on the street. My roommate wandered off down the block with some gi-nourmously tall gentleman and I was by no means ready to go home. Somehow I hopped into a cab with a guy I was sure was on drugs and another I'd only briefly talked to during the evening--they said they had a hottub. How easily I'm convinced while drunk. One thing let to another and I ended up staying over with the dude that I'd barely talked to. And we had quite a bit of fun. Without noticing I ended up staying over there late into the afternoon on Sunday. As I was leaving he kissed me goodbye and got my phone number...
Now, normally I'm very pessimistic when it comes to guys I meet while drunk. I usually go under the assumption that they will not call and if they do, I'm pleasantly surprised. However, when leaving this time I actually thought he might call. That is, until I got home and talked to my roommate.
Apparently, her friend was talking to this guy earlier in the evening and he was mentioning how he was moving to Chicago in a month.... moving because his girlfriend is going to school there. And to top it off he's been ring shopping!
Frankly, I'm rather confused by his entire behavior that night, the morning after, etc. Why the hell did he get my phone number? I really wish that if a guy didn't want to call a girl he'd just not get her phone number. That avoids the whole pain of waiting for him to call. Currently I'm waiting on confirmation from a mutual friend of my roommate's who knows the guy well. However, at this juncture I'm no longer expecting him to call and I'm going to wallow in a bit of anger for awhile while this wears off. I somehow get all the luck :)
As always I'm having a hard time focusing. What I choose to focus on is pointless too. For example I've been having a lot of what-if thoughts about the boy I met in Atlantic City. What I need to do is get through these exams and return back west to replenish some sanity before I move into NYC.
Had my last day of classes for second year yesterday. It was overshadowed by my classmate who has ended up in the hospital again. She's doing ok right now, but she's definitely been given the shit end of the stick. While I may want to bitch about all my exams coming up, I guess I could say I'm lucky.
BTW, the domincan (in reference to my last entry) was the best trip I've ever taken. All I can really say is that i loved it. The house we stayed at definitely helped. If anyone is thinking of heading down that way and wants to rent a luxurious villa for a reasonable deal, let me know :)
I'm heading home in just over 2 weeks. It's going to be hard to be back in the Seattle area, but not really be able to see people. I have to spend the following month preparing for my boards. I don't do well with that much studying, but I think I can suck it up for that time.
Oooh, signed a lease in nyc. When I come back at the beginning of July to start Clinicals, I'll be living in manhattan. I'm so excited to get out of Valhalla. yipee!!
Guess I'm gonna go learn me some path right now. I hate cumulative tests :)
So I used to get headaches all the time. They would get bad enough tthat I'd take tylenol with codeine at least once a month. And usually more frequently when I was stressed. However I haven't had to take it in close to three months. However the shooting pain behind my eye tonight was enough for me to break out the bottle. And naturally I got loopy from taking it. I never felt loopy from it before, but I guess that 3 months without the drug I've lost my opiate tolerance. Loopiness does not bode well for last minute cramming. But hey, my headaches gone...
In less than 24 hours I'll be drinking and celebrating the tests will be over (I may not be celebrating a spectacular performance on the tests, but I digress). And hopefully on saturday I'll be heading to atlantic city... gambling, shopping, eating... relaxing.... and I've got a good week next week, but best of all in 9 days I'll be headed off to the beautiful Dominican Republic. I can't wait!!!!!!!