You Know It's Time To Come Home When...

*Super* excited about "Spa Day" in Dominica.

 You know it's also time to come home for a break when you can no longer support the weight of your own head.  I woke up the other day and my neck was in total spasm.  All my neck muscles were being defiant little a-holes, screaming "screw you girl. We've totally had it up to *here* with you!" 

Considering I had to turn my whole body to turn to talk to someone coming to say hi while I was studying at my cubicle...let's just say *certain* people took notice.  
That being said.  I had 2 offers for neck massages.  Followed by an email with "I just remembered I have a good lotion for neck and shoulder pain if you want me to bring it in tomorrow" in the subject line.     


Today my neck was still totally bitching at me.  So I studied at home all day.  Here's a picture to show you all.  

I'm not trying to kill myself.  I swear.  It's my do-it-yourself-neck-brace.   And yes... my head DID get bigger.  The effects of studying. Thanks for noticing.
  It's a thing.  Look it up. 

You can see why boys fall for me.  I'm *quite* attractive.  






xoxo




ps.  I actually wrote this yesterday (monday) but apparently didn't hit the 'publish' button.  Yeah.  It's time to come home you guys.  


Off to write my final exam in a couple hours.  Pack.  Quick celebration.  Then get picked up at 4am to begin the kick-ass-journey home.  

I'm Going to Need To Be Slowly Reintroduced Into 'Normal World' Living In 4 Days.

Sorry you guys, I think I just got a little lost in the whole "Harold Nonsense" and *totally* left out another stupid-and-not-actually-important part of the story...

So it was at least 4 days after finding Beib's blog with Harold that B finally confessed to me that it was a FAKE blog.  That's right.  That particular day was a Friday, because while I left to go be all Mother-Theresa-ey he created this fake blog predicting that I would go to Harold for the site.  He would than pass it on.  And whatever he thought would happen next is really a mystery.  Can you believe that!? What... An A-hole.  For SHAME!

He's all "So you never actually read the blog that Harold sent you?"

Oh poor sweet unsuspecting beibs.

I'm all "No Beibs.  I didn't.  I DID ask him for it.  But you know what... I just figured that it wasn't my place to read it.  If you had wanted me to see it, you would have given it to me yourself."

"Oh man.  Now I feel bad!  You have a heart-of-gold!"   Yes.  Yes I DO.  Thank you for noticing.

Then he's all "I totally thought you would read it! That kinda back-fired.  I wished you had read it.  It was probably the most honest thing I have written."

Well maybe that will teach him that you can't mess with me.  It usually doesn't end well for the party involved.



On another completely pointless note.  I haven't made it to the market the past few weeks because time is oh-so-precious (plus watermelons are done and my dream of bringing back 20lbs of glorious-goodness was killed).  With that... I have some new that may shock some of you - I have been *pumpkin free* for over 2 weeks.  I know.  Whoa.  Thus, I have really had to step up my culinary genius.

I'm *pretty* sure this is spinach. avocado. I see some beans floating around in there.  And maybe some rice pasta.  Oh yup - there is pasta in the bottom. 

I'm gonna be honest.  This one made me sad.  I was having an 'off day'. Avocado. Beans. Rice pasta. 

Rice. Beans. Avocado. Eggplant.  The *key secret* here is 'variation'  Add a little something new and it's basically a whole new experience for the palate. 

Furthermore, my shadoobies no longer look like that of an Oompa Loompa.  Which makes me oddly sad.


xoxo

I'm the Most Boring Person Ever.

First of all, some of you may not have heard from me in a while, or if you have they were uncharacteristically short and boring.  Reason being we have been wrapping up everything with classes etc as I explained in the last post. Which then marked the start of the hellish grind to the finish.   Last Friday was last day of classes, then Interdepartmental Case.  30min lunch break with Megan.  Last PaCe quiz till 3 (*almost* stabbed one of my table ‘colleagues’. But didn’t.  Although it would have made for a better story if I did).  Then went to SIM lab to practice heartsounds, airway management, and some other skills for my Clinical Skills Practical exam.  Finally got back to my apartment.  Sat down on my bed.  And just stared at the wall in silence.  Hand tremor.  Trying to figure out if I will go into fetal position on the bed?  Or hug my knees and rock-back-and-forth?  Turned out neither.  I was just frozen as I starting thinking about all I still have to get through before the exams this week. 

Ten minutes later.  I pulled my mental shit together, put on my big-girl-panties, and went back to the barn to study the rest of the night.  Saturday and Sunday were spent all day in the barn studying.  Maybe you can try to picture me:  wearing my baggy purple scrub bottoms, huge sweater, with the hood up, glasses on, headphones in.  In essence I oozed ‘don’t-even-think-about-talking-to-me-or-you’ll-be-stabbed-or-at-least-cut’. 

Monday – histology practical exam (cumulative semesters 1 and 2)

Tuesday – Mini 3 exam (reproductive and integumentary)

Wednesday – Anatomy lab practical exam

Thursday – Clinical Skills practical exam

And finally… on Tuesday the 16^th will be the final exam.

Now I have to get back to studying. 

So close to being home for a GLORIOUS break!


What.  A boring update.  Sorry.

xoxo

Sometimes I'm Brilliant. Sometimes Not So Much.

Welcome back!  Wow.  It was quite the journey to get to this site.  What... a whirlwind.

In case you don't already know - since all this 'googling-slash-making-alias-creation' happened (I think it was last week? NO concept of time here) school has been on a whole new level of crazy.  Or so it seems.  We are now in final week of classes, and that also means wrapping up final anatomy lab dissections, lab demonstrations, PaCE sessions, Interdepartmental Clinical Cases, tutoring, etc etc.  All the while feeling like I am barely keeping myself from totally drowning under the actual-basic-studying that needs to get done.  Bottom line is that I have meant to write here.  But haven't. Whoopsies.

So quite literally the day after I wrote my last post (not the actual time stamp on it here) I'm talking with IslandBeib on skype.  Every once in a while (as in a lot) he sends me random youtube videos or links to just the randomest things ever mostly... and so on this particular day he's telling me how he has found out there are all these people out there with his same name.  Then sends me a link to a model's profile on this modelling agency site.  I'm all "well that's neat.  But how on earth did you find this? And WHY were you looking under models?"
He's like "my friend Harold found it."
So I'm not thinking and say "well have you at least found funny dirt on him?"
"No. I've been trying, but haven't yet.  But I will find dirt on you.  I'm gonna work my google-magic."

Stomach. Flip.

"Umm yeeeah.  Don't do that."

"Oh I think I have to now!"

"That's creepy stop it! Besides you won't find anything anyway because my real last name is not _____!!"

"Oh what? Really?"

"Yeah. It's _____."                   Sometimes my ability to lie on the spot comes in handy.

Then pause....

While I *knew* he was googling the fake last name I sent him.  I got onto my old blog in record time and shut-that-sucker-down!  As soon as I hit 'delete blog' he's all "did you buy chance live in Jacksonville, FL at some point?"

I'm all "maaaaybe.  I'm not at liberty to discuss it. I can't believe you googled me! Crossed the line dude. Crossed.  The.  Line.  For shame!"

Meanwhile my heart is still racing and now my brain is simply screaming CHANGE THE SUBJECT.


Crisis. Averted.

A couple days later.  Theodore sends me an email saying "would you mind stepping outside for a minute?"

Um. Okay?

So I get up and go outside.  He's not there.  So I go around the the back of the barn and he's still in his cubicle.  I go sit down beside him.  Smile.  "hey what's up."

"Hi.  Why would you say that about me?"  Shit serious face on.

"What do you mean? Why did I say what about you?"      I actually never thought he was referring to the blog because the guy doesn't even have facebook since he thinks it is a waste of time.  I *know* he wasn't going to go out searching for some stupidly ridiculous blog!

"Are you serious?"

"Um Yes! I *literally* have no idea what you are talking about right now. But, if you fill me in then perhaps we can figure it out."

"I can't believe you said that. I thought we were friends."

So now I'm just getting annoyed.

"Theodore.  I honestly am not at all following this right now."

"Well I guess they were lying."

"WHO was lying!?"

"Just kidding!"  Big Smile on his face.  "I made this treat for you!"  I look and see he made me this dessert thing he once told me about consisting of avocado, almonds, raisins... or something.

WHAT THE FRAGGLE ROCK JUST HAPPENED!?!?

"I made this for you!  I was just playing."

So I punched him and was all "why would you do that to me!"

He's giggling "I just wanted to see your reaction.  I know how sweet of a girl you are so I know that would confuse you."

Yes.  Yes I AM sweet.

"I hope you like the treat!"

Okay so I know some people might think 'oh that is too weird.  He must know something.'  And to you I say - no.  That is literally his off-beat-sense-of-humor.  Another example of this - the day before he did this to me, I walked into the barn at 645am and saw that there was some books and highlighters put down at the table at my chair.  Gertrude sometimes puts her stuff there (not so much because anyone will beat me to that spot.  But just out of sweet loyalty) so I look over at her and she's all "that's not mine!"

The day before there were these girls that seemed mad that they could not steal my chair.  So we both were like 'oh my gosh! They came in extra early and deliberately took that spot.'  I've only been sitting there every day for the past 80 days.  Whatever.  I'll just sit over here. See who it was.  Then kick their ass later.
Then Gertude, whispering even softer, "it was Theodore! Just pretend I didn't tell you and just move the stuff!'
Yes.  He was in there hiding in his cubicle watching my reaction.  Again I say, just his 'way'.  So I wasn't worried after this last 'joke'.

I got back to my seat and IslandBeibs could see me laughing - so he wants to know what it was about.  So I tell him (not so brilliant).  He's all "there's no way that is just his sense of humor.  He has something on you."
I'm all "are you kidding me! There is NOTHING! This is INSANE!  I barely talk to people to begin with here.  You think that's going to be my conversation starter?  Oh you know that guy Theodore!?! Well... let me tell you a thing-or-two-about him!   Yeah. No."

"Well maybe you wrote it.  Maybe you have a blog or something?"

"I don't have a blog.  What on earth would I write about!? And who on earth would care to read it! geeeez!"

"I dont know. Everyone has a blog.  I have a blog."            Perfect. Focus in on this and turn the attention the frack away from me.

"You have a blog!! I want to see!"

"No way"

"Fine. I can probably find it on my own."

So I go and send Harold a message - "what is Beib's blog? ps. sssshhhhh"

Then I had to go tutor.  A few hours later I am back. See message from Harold "here it is.  Don't tell him it was me who gave it to you."

So I sneakily read it. Fast.  The last post.... about me.  I. Die.

I read it so fast that it was really hard to actually make out if it was saying good things about me or bad things.  He does tend to have this odd way of saying things to me that leave me thinking "um riooght.  I'm not sure if that is a compliment or insult...."

More or less, his blog post about me was saying how it took him a month to work up the courage to talk to 'this girl' who he always sat behind in the barn.  "let's just call her "hottie with the body. HwtB."  (not lying).  And when he did she basically slapped him across the face!?  And she seemed to say "hahaha what are you going to do about it asshole!'
Um. What?

And then about how it's the island working against him because there's nothing to do here, but if this was back home it would *totally* be a different story because he would bring out all the stops on the best date.  Movie. Dinner.  Walk by the lake.  To his favorite spot overlooking the lake.
or something like that.  I got a little lost in the storm of confusion as I was speed-reading.

So naturally I panicked.  Harold was talking to me at the time, so I'm all "okay thanks for being super spy-like for me and getting that for me.  But I'm not going to read it.  It's really not my place."

Harold was like "wow. you are stronger that I am. I would read it."

"well I have a little thing called Self-Control.  Geez Harold."

"I know I need to work on that.  Well I'm going to read it.... Oh he totally wrote about you!  Oh he gave you a nickname!"

"oh geez.  Don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Stop judging me!!



I almost wish it all ended there and I didn't have anything left to tell you.  That's not the case.

more to come


xoxo

The Paranoia Sets In.

I am having a particularly difficult time focusing today.  For several reasons my mind is racing, and it turns into borderline obsessive paranoia.  My current overwhelming thought processes involve this blog because as my sister was reading it last night she's all 'TAYLOR! What if someone there finds this blog!!"

I'm all "no one is going to find it! that would be, like, impossible!"

She's all "you can just google your name!"

I'm all "well that's new.  Shite."

Now, it is NOT that I have anything *bad* to hide from... and if certain people WERE to find this and read certain stories they may be all 'umm this sounds ridiculously similar to me.  As in, this is EXACTLY what happened!"

Then they would probably confront me and be all "WTF Taylor!  You wrote about me!?!"

And I would have to say "excuse me?  Please show me to which you are referring.... Oh that? Are you for real right now?  Is your name Bernard? Theodore? Bieber? No?  I didn't think so! It's a small island okay. Haven't you had similar things happen to you before with different people! Geez.  Stop being egocentric!  Besides... why were you googling me you STALKER!"

Even though I'm *pretty* sure I could convince them this is the case.. I'd rather just avoid that whole debacle.  I am quite certain no one is going to google my name.  But in reality - people are weird.  And if they will creep my facebook page to get just that much more insight into who I am... they could very well google me. 

Because this paranoia has sunk in, I have been obsessively checking the stats on this thing to see if any hits from Dominica come in.  In doing so, I have discovered some interesting things... firstly there are an odd number of views coming in from the United States even though I'm quite sure I don't know anyone in the states right now who I have told I have this blog going.  Second, someone from Sweden stopped in today.  And I'm VERY positive I don't know anyone in Sweden, so that is kinda hilarious.  And thirdly... someone found this blog by searching for the Bristol Stool Form Scale (maybe the person in Sweden? I have no idea).  To that person, I apologize.  But shit.  It is funny that searching for shit forms led you to me.  A tip-of-the-transit-time-hat to ME.

All that being said, I have decided to change the address to this blog.  

Stay tuned

more to come

xoxo 




UPDATE:  this IS the new site so don't get all confused on me now.  I finally just got all the old stuff up on this one.  There is more ridiculousness to write about, I just haven't had the time yet.  What with studying and some tropical storm warning the past few days.  I promise I will get to it soon!

If You Truly Know Me. You Know I'm Super Cuddly.

Well here is an awkward little update. 

Fridays always seem to be tough for me... I think it is partly due to the fact it is the end of the week, and all the new info piled on reaches its overwhelming peak, and I go through 2.5hrs of high-blood-presure-inducing tutoring sessions.  By the time I get back to the barn, get a few more hours of studying in... ALL I want to do is go home and curl up in bed.  

So, back on Wednesday when Islandbeibs asked me if I wanted to watch Toy Story 3 on Friday night so that I could be 'proven wrong'... I probably only agreed because I never thought it would actually happen!  I have NEVER known a guy to actually follow through with what he says.  The only boys I have been linked to (embarrassingly enough) have been just that -little boys who have the maturity level of a 5 year old.  Actually, strike that.  That is offensive to the 5 year olds I know.  Anyway, you get the point - they NEVER ACTUALLY FOLLOW THROUGH WITH SHIT!   At best, they are little douchecanoe-cowards who are more skittish than deer.  Or whatever animal is super skittish?

Moving on.

Islandbeibs actually reminded me when I got back from tutoring about our movie.  I didn't really feel like watching a movie.  At least not with another human being.  Im such a social recluse here - I'm aware of it thanks.  So anyway... not exactly a romantic movie by any stretch of the imagination.  He's being real chatty. And I'm tired.  Which means I am super monotone and super sarcastic and refer to almost everything and everyone as an A-hole. douchecanoe. or saying I wanting to stab certain people in the eye. Bottom line. I'm a southern belle with a certain 'charm'.  

[Shit I need to explain that part because I realize I forgot to add this before... He came up to me on day 2 of our relationship and is all 'oh I've been meaning to ask you... I've noticed you have a very unique accent. I'm picking up some southern belle type thing."
Im all "Riooght.  I'm canadian. I'm from the North."
So he's all "oh what part of Canada. I'm Canadian."
And you couldn't pick out my accent!?]

Moving on.

So I'm sitting there with the most closed body language known to mankind. Legs crossed. Arms crossed. Slouched in chair. Not looking directly at him.  He's getting touchier and touchier.. like everytime I say something sarcastic or when he thinks his point is more correct than mine he like nudges my arm like 'huh huh huh'.  

Then at one point was all "can I see your hand", so I give it to him thinking he wants to see my tattoo (cause that's normally the case with people)... but he just holds my hand and checks out my mole and asks if I have been monitoring it. 

I guess it's sweet he's making sure I don't let a potential skin cancer kill me? 


I can sense him getting closer and closer...  his arm fiiiiinally made its way around my shoulder.
Please tell me you can picture this.  Me sitting there stiff as an effing board.  Arms crossed. With an arm around me.  Thinking 'ohgoshohgoshohgosh. no. This isn't happening.'

Then he gave me these weird hugs all the while keeping his one arm on my shoulder. And he would kinda keep his head lingering near mine and I turned my face up and away.  I basically looked like a 3 year old in a fit of stubbornness.  A good look on me I might add. 

So...shitonastick. I guess with the proposal I should have seen this coming??  But I DIDN'T. I don't know boys that make moves and go for it and are actually serious!  shit.

Can I please add that beibs played competitive table tennis.
Which, let's be completely honest... is borderline amazing. But in a funny way.  Not in a "I wanna jump your bones' or even "I'm okay with your arm around me" kind-of-way.

This will teach me to be nice.  I should have known my big smile and in-general-warm-inviting-demeanor would get me into trouble. 

When You Know. You Know.

You know how you hear those stories about people meeting and then instantly knowing that 'this is the person they will spend the rest of their lives with'.  And everything just blossoms from there.  From that moment on they both 'just know' and you can basically just start planning the wedding.  Everything just clicks.  Suddenly colors are more vibrant.  The sun is brighter, and when you look at it, it literally has a smiley face on it just your 5-year-old self's drawing of it. Every sappy-throw-up-in-your-mouth-love-song suddenly *totally* applies to you.  Basically you have an effing glow to you.  It's beautiful really.

This is what happens to other people.

This is what happens to me.

Tuesday was like any other day for me... while most people take it easy the day after an exam - or completely take the off - I just maintain the routine and get back to work by 630am.  So once again I had the entire day to park my ass in the barn.  Islandbiebs came over to my table when he got to the barn.  Asked me how the exam was blahblahblah.  Then just like the start of any true love story, he asked if I had skype.  So like a lady I give him my skypename to add me.  (Get out the kleenex girls... I'm about to go full on "The Notebook" on your asses).

So while sitting at the table beside me... we had a lovely chat on skype.  Somehow it got onto the topic of movies.  And nightmares I think?  He said how because of Chucky he forever has a phobia of dolls?  I think.  Something like this.  I wasn't fully paying attention.  He mentions how his basement is scary because all his sister's old dolls are kept down there because his mom gave him 'the talk' about keeping all your childhood toys to one day show your own kids.  He's like "didn't your mom make you save all your childhood toys for your kids?"  I'm all "well she probably did.  But even as a 10 year old I was like - my friend, you are being silly.  That won't be necessary. They are taking up precious space.  Toss em".

So he goes "what! didn't you see Toy Story 3!?"

I'm all "I sure did.  And it pissed me off.  Andy was a total A-hole."

That seemed to strike-a-cord with him because he got SUPER defensive.  "WHAT!?!" he says... "I cured cancer when I watched that movie... explanation to inside joke: boys don't cry. man tears cure cancer."  "The whole letting your toys go? That last 20 mins got to me and I went to check out all my old toys when I got home."

I'm said "Well I was just mad at Andy the whole time.  What.... a douchecanoe."

"Again, Why?"

"Umm because just because he grew up and thought he was super cool cause he was going to college... that he just tossed those toys around like GARBAGE!  Total trash is what he treated them like.  After everything they have been through."

"Did we watch the same movie?  Didn't you see Andy's struggle?"

"Oh yes.  I saw how he *didn't* struggle.  He thought for maybe all of half-a-second about buzz and woody, and then he just tossed buzz!  I was thinking umm, excuse me Andy, don't you remember how friggin excited you were to first get buzz... and now you just toss him into a garbage bag."

"You and I clearly saw this through different lenses.  I am downloading it now and you will rewatch with me and eat-your-words".

Shit. I always take it one comment too far.

Some time later that day...

"Girl I'm going to take you on a date right now.  No joke.  Be prepared to have your life feeling just a bit classier."

He then sent me 3 links.  Which I was instructed to "open all three in different tabs.  Wait a while to load.  And put the fireplace video on fullscreen".

I'm thinking - rioooght.

So, the first link is a site that just plays the sound of rain (with just a *hint* of thunderstorm in the background).  The second is a 'romantic music' song consisting of piano and cello music.  The third is a video of a crackling, glowing fireplace.  All going at the same time.  You get the picture though. 

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that none of you have experienced this type of a date.  That just means you haven't been 'wooed' by a 'woo' with extensive geeky tricks-up-his-internet-sleeves.  

I'm all 'hilarious!' 

He replies "I believe I just made you life a bit more classy".

I'm all "well considering  yesterday I drank wine from a water bottle that had crystal-light icecubes in it... it wasn't *super* tough to raise the bar."

Later he said something about 'likening it to Mordor". 

So I'm thinking - wow! This is geek I speak... "now Mordor I know! Epic movie".

"It's not epic until you see the extended edition"

"I'm pretty sure I have only seen the extended versions"

[I didn't add the part that I did so when I had my wisdom teeth out and my face was the size of a 30lb watermelon and I was high on *prescribed* drugs]

Nonetheless... THIS was his response.

"Marry Me"

I'm all "whoa bear. You might want to consider having a few more criteria on your list before proposal.  Otherwise a girl could just PRETEND she likes Lord of The Rings and totally lead you astray. "

"Well that is true.  Good thing you aren't pretending huh?"

"Well now you can't quite be sure, now can you..."

"But either way I win you see.  Because on the one hand you watched it and you are one heck of a cool girl.  Or you care enough to lie.  I believe it's called 'lawyered'!"

"OR, I am just twisted and think it's funny to watch nerds get all excited about the topic of LOTR because I know it is a part of the building blocks of 'nerd-dome'. "

"Now why do you have to go and ruin a perfectly good thing."

"And second of all... you can NOT outquote me in How I Met Your Mother.  I believe Marshall would give me permission to turn it back on you and say 'Lawyered'!"

"I cannot believe you got that reference! See now I know you are cool.  I will not retract the statement asking for your hand in marriage."

So.  That's that.  I would like to point out that I MUST hold some type of record here.  First date to proposal in under 30 mins.  All without actually leaving the barn.  Can't get your man to 'pop-the-question-already' ladies?  Come to me... I will guide you.  

xoxo

I Recommend Wine In The Afternoon

Days just blend into one another here.  Especially in the week leading up to a Mini.  Everyday is pretty much the same, with a few differences, and I just robotically go through them.  Sometimes when I am looking back on the week is like I am hovering above watching myself going from place to place, doing this-and-that, and it is like watching someone else.  Thankfully there are always ridiculous little things that pop up at random times and make the day a little more unique (and make me laugh when I am laying in bed thinking about it).  Let me try to cover some of the highlights of this past week... 

Well, as my last post stated, I am + 1 brother-in-law which is pretty kickass. Thankfully my sisters attract really amazing guys! I am so blessed. 

Wednesday I made a new friend.

Let me preface...

I'm going through a Justin Beiber phase. No. An *intense* J.B. phase.  I resisted for so long... started out feeling physically ill when I heard his songs.  Then I evolved into liking them ironically.  Then those catchy lil buggers started really getting to me - in the sense that I can't help myself from dancing and loving it.  Then Jenna convinced me that I have not lived until I saw the Justin Beiber movie of his life called "Never say Never".  I shit-you-not, these are her emails to me...

o
m
g
jbeibs is sooooooo inspirational!
his first big concert back in canada,and his whole fam is there and his proud papa is watching from back stage crying!
and now immmmm crying!

Followed 30 mins by:

omg tay
im making a vow to you right meow
i just feel so inspired



I WILL NEVER SAY NEVER



bieber freakin fever

So, obviously I gave in and watched it.  And damn you guys, the lil stinker won me over. 

Whenever I need a pick me up, he is there for me. His music videos never get old - seriously. hysterical. But yet borderline amazing. That little nugget had popped-n-locked and sung his way into my heart. For now at least. Obviously there is limited space.

Continuing...

Now, because God has an incredible sense of humor... He has now placed a bieber-like boy in my life.

If Justin Beiber wore glasses. 

And wore a short white coat and stethoscope.  

And was asian. 

Maybe it is the effect of the island doing crazyass things to my perceptions, but I swear if I taught him the entire dance to "Somebody To Love" or "One Time" it would be EERIE.  I also have an overwhelming urge to put him in a purple hoodie.

So for the past 4 weeks (or maybe more? I have NO concept of time here) I have been admiring these 2 boys in the barn (one of them being IslandBeib)... they are quite different from one another in terms of 'type'... but they *are* both asian (it turns out I am also going through an asian phase too.  Other than Megan, the only people I like and actually talk to are asian.  And now I've been 'makin-eyes' with these boys.  Don't ask.  I cannot explain).  

IslandBeib is on the 'tallish-lankier' side, but has this incredibly endearing sense of style.  He is in 4th semester so has to be dressed up a lot, and a-tip-of-the-suave-hat to him.  The boy has some style! 

The other (also a 4th semester who cleans up *real* nice) is a little on the shorter side, but is a rare treat for the eyes because unlike 99.9% of all the guys here he has NOT grown a muffin-top and mantitties.  It didn't take me seeing him at the gym to know he works out.  Ridiculously gorgeous (or it's the island. I'll be honest, it is hard to make that judgment call at this point).  

So early in the week  I was at the water fountain (where all big things happen) and IslandBeiber was there... we always see each other, and sometimes even give half-little-smiles and half-waves to simply acknowledge that fact that we are aware of one anothers' presence. So he's all "I see you here all the time. I used to sit behind you and always thought 'oh this girl must love the barn! she is here more than I am even!" 

and I'm all 'yea I'm here a lot. but so are you cause I see you all the time. blabblah"

So he's like "I'm IslandBeib".

"I'm Taylor"
"oh like Taylor Swift"
umm "yea sure. but please I'm older. so I had the name first".
"I'll call you Taylor 1 then"
Awesome.

Then he just started giving me the biggest smiles and waves when he walks into the barn, and on Thursday I was walking to my patient interview and we ran into each other. so I stop and have an interesting quick conversation..
I'm all "oh how was ICM" (intro to clinical med)
He's like "oh it was awesome. I was super charming as always. I'm so smooth in there. I've just got so much going on. You know."
I'm thrown a little. So I just laugh. He was being half sarcastic I think?? But still. Kinda threw me for our first 'conversation'. So I'm just "oh I bet. laugh laugh laugh".

I really had to get going so I said,   "well I'm off to PBL then SP so I'll see you later in the barn I'm sure."

As I'm half walking away he's like "yeah come join me!"

'ya sure'

Then he was all,  and I kid you not,  "YES!" then did half first pump.
I. Die.

hilarious.


Now if only other boy would start talking to me. Then maybe I would get a story REALLY worthy of posting.

My patient interview was kinda tough.  My partner and I walk into the room (keep in mind they are acting! but REALLY WELL!!). Our 'patient' is laying on the exam table in EXCRUCIATING pain. Within 2 seconds I could tell it was kidney stones.  But, we still have to go through the 45 min interview asking him every question in the friggin universe. "Have you noticed any changes in your sight? nose? ears? throat? how are your bowel movements? how's your family? I know you are going to pass out from the pain and can barely talk,but stay with me!  Do you like long walks on the beach? how's your sex life? are you into any weird kinky shit? No? Okay noted. Thanks.  Okay let's get back to your pain as I can see you are writhing around on this table...." 

oh it was painful. But I think I did well.  He gave me really good feedback, so now I just have to do the write up for it which sucks, but then I will be done with Standardized Patient Interviews for the semester! 

When I got back to the barn after it all on Thursday IslandBeieb was not at his table, and the girl he sits with doesn't like me (I only say this because I see her all the time too, and always would smile and say hi, and she looks down and doesn't say anything back. And then half-glared at me in the bathroom the other day).  So for obvious reasons I was NOT going to go park my ass beside her.  Of course my usual spot was taken, so I just sat with my other friend in 4th, tucked away in the corner (I am TOTALLY taking this spot when she leaves after this semester!)

She left to go get something to eat for a while, and whilst she was gone, I was sitting there studying until I hear this HUGE BANG.  The blinds behind me are shaking.  Everyone is looking at me.  I turn around, spread open the blinds, and see a van crushed up against the barn wall.  So I'm all "umm a car just ran into the building", then everyone starts talking and we all pour outside to check it out.  LITERALLY the front end of the car was DIRECTLY behind where I was sitting.  I have no idea what happened, but had that van been going any faster, it would have come completely through the wall and taken me out. The driver was okay, just shaken up.  The barn-yard-animals were all in a tizzy, and it was a funny little study break for us all.

Friday was just: Study.  Pace test.  Study. Tutor. Study. Bed. 

So, Beibs granted me the gift of wishing me luck every day until my exam (which was this morning). So every night before I leave the barn he bows and says "good luck", and I curtsy and say "thank you good sir".

Okay totally not really.  But in my head that is how it is happening.  

Saturday was: market. pumpkin. 14 lb watermelon. Study all day. 

Sunday: Was at the barn all day, and in a moment of feeling completely overwhelmed studying and the exam being today, I went outside and was just staring off into the distance. Theodore came out a few minutes later and we started talking about nothing significant.  Until he started saying how hard he tried with me.  I'm just laughing all "oh Theordore. don't be silly." with a "please stop talking about this" plea in my head.  Then he asks if I am a lesbian.  Awesome.  

IslandBeibs walks by just as Theodore is starting to talk about this "most beautiful dream" he had.  Beibs was all 'oh I'm out" but then I gave him a 'um no you are staying' look. And he obeyed.  Theodore goes on to set the scene for us - he was in the middle of the ocean. and he was walking on water. and surrounded by animals and petting them. and there was just beauty all around him.  I'm all "well must have sucked to wake up then". 

 Of course you're probably thinking "why the frigginH would he just start talking about a dream like that?"  and that is a legitimate question. But I have come to the point where I am not even the slightest bit phased by random ridiculousness such as this.  My response is more along the lines of  'yup. that seems about right'.  

But here is the kicker.  When I get home that night and unpack my bag, I look at my phone, and see a text that says. and I quote "Good luck tomorrow.  And you were in the dream with me. But I didn't want to say in front of him".  

There are no words. But again I just laugh, shrug my shoulders, and say "seems about right".  

I was actually having a really 'off ' day Sunday.  You know those days where you are just stupidly clumsy? It started by spilling coffee grinds all over the counter and floor because my hand took on a life-form of it self and decided to turn-and-dump before my hand was actually over the filter. So instead I literally just dumped the scoop of grinds not even close to the filter.  Then as I was trying to put away my almond milk in the fridge I knocked it somehow and it fell over, the lid popped off, and it spilled all over. At lunch I had my salt/spice shaker open on the counter, turned and knocked it with such force that it flew across the counter, spilling its guts.  And for the grande finale... for my bed time snack I was  gathering some watermelon - but of course!  I popped a delicious juicy chunk in my mouth, took one bite down, but noticed I had flung a little piece on the floor, so I bent down to pick it up, and watermelon juice literally spilled out my nose and onto the floor.  I couldn't make this shit up even if I tried. 

This morning was Mini 2.  Digestive and Renal.  Didn't feel great walking out of it.  But thankfully the rest of my day was borderline-amazing.  Megan and I went the gym.  Got wine.  Went to the pool. And talked about nothing digestive or renal related.  It was wonderful.  

And now I am going to hit 'publish', hope there aren't too many nonsensical sentences and spelling errors, and be sleeping before 830pm.  If it wasn't for the fact that I told certain people I would have an update after my exam today, I would have been sleeping by 730pm.  Because I am *that* awesome. Every family has their 'wild chid'... obviously I took on that role in my family. 

And finally... 

Here is this week's edition of:  food-combinations-that-actually-don't-go-together-but-somehow-are-borderline-amazing-because-I-live-in-Dominica

Purple Cabbage.  Beans.  Avocado.  Pumpkin. AhMAHzing.  Why you so good to me Sir Pumpkin.  Curtsy.