Ice Cream

I had two hours to kill yesterday between work and school. It was hot as a mother fucker outside and I was sweating bullets. It was like someone had hosed down my armpits. So I decided I wanted some ice cream. I am not an ice cream fanatic and usually, I don't much care for it. But yesterday I had a craving. So into to Baskin Robbins I went. Apparently since Baskin Robbins and Dunkin Dounuts joined forces, Baskin Robbins has abandoned their 31 flavors motto. This Baskin Robbins was like 5 flavors. True, there were 5 more sherbet flavors, but I don't count that as flavors because I don't eat sherbet so those flavors have no bearing on my life. I was feeling adventrous, so I went with a double scoop. Two things I learned about ice cream. 1.) Double scoops are hard to eat off a cone. 2.) It isn't fun ordering a double scoop alone. I felt like everyone thought I was this lonely, sad person who has to drown her sorrows in two scoops of ice cream. Maybe I just couldn't decide between Jamoca Almond Fudge and Velvet Blue Ribbon, so I got them both. Or maybe I hadn't eaten in 48 hours and I was starving. Or maybe I was going to share my ice cream. I didn't need sympathetic looks for the 16 year old with braces who worked behind the counter. I walked out of Baskin Robbins, eyes to the floor until I got to my car, where I was going to enjoy my double scoop in peace. Of course, there had to be a woman in the car parked next to me who was watching me eat my ice cream, making judgements on the type of person I am, so I had to drive away. I parked in a secluded street that had shade, put on the radio and ate my ice cream. I was ready to go to class (2 hours later) when I realized I spilled about half the ice cream on my shirt. At that point, I didn't need anybody else looing at me to make me feel pathetic.
P.S. For those of your feeling bad for me, I didn't really feel pathetic. I was happy for the excuse to change my sweaty armpit shirt. Hurrah!

etiquette

Yesterday in my MCAT class my teacher asked if anyone had any tylenol, advil, etc. I said, " I've got excedrin migraine (only the best headache medicine ever). He said, " That's be great." Not even thinking about it, I popped open the top and put two in my hand and gave them to him. He said thanks and then went to take them.

Later in class when the material had lost me beyond the point of return, my mind started to wander. " Jenny, you are so gross." my mind said. " You just put two pills in your hand that someone else was going to put in their mouth! Why didn't you just hand him the jar and he could have had as many as he wanted without the pills coming in contact with your nasty hands?" I don't know why it didn't occur to me. I just hoped it didn't occur to him that I am the grossest person ever and I hope when he left the room after I gave him the excedrin, that it was only to get some water, and that it was not to run to the bathroom, vomit, then scrape off the top layer of pill because I contaminated it.

I dream of MCAT

My life this summer will be pretty consumed with MCAT stuff, so if it seems like I am not keeping in good contact, blame it on the damn MCAT. I had my first practice test this saturday. Let me just say, I don't really know what all the hype is about. It was pretty simple. There weren't that many questions and I had plenty of time to look over my answers. Psych. Let me actually say that with the score I got, no med school would even hire me to clean their toilets. I know I'm not supposed to get frustrated with this first score, and blah blah blah, but damn. A miracle would have to occur for me to make the kind of improvements I need to do well on this test. And I am old. Everyone at this stupid test was about 20. While 4 years might not seem like a lot, it feels like a lot. And they are all hoping to get in next year. I still have 2 more to go. So maybe that part is good cause I at least have some time to study, practice, import someone else's brain into my head.

On a happier note, I saw Batman Begins this weekend. Awesome.

Travels with Jenny

Im back from Iceland and I hate computers. I hate them. I wrote this beautiful blog about Iceland and why it was wonderful and I deleted it on accident. Blah. I haven't been writing because I know I can't write about other things until I address Iceland, Boston and Maine so here we go.
Things about Iceland
1. It is the most expensive place I have ever been.
2. It is daylight practically 24 hours a day right now.
3. I hate sheep's head.
4. I drank black death.
5. I saw neat things.
6. It takes about 18-20 hours to drive around the country.
7. They have the best hotdogs in the world.
8. Every town has public hot tubs.
9. I would go back.

Here's Boston:
1. I saw Monica
2. She lives in a nice apartment.
3. She has nice roommates.
4. I watched Spanglish and 13 going on 30. I liked Spanglish better.
5. I miss Monica and I had a great time with her.

Here's Maine:
1. David graduated from college.
2. David's prof. like him.
3. David had nice roommates.
4. David lived in an awesome house. It was messy though.
5. Bowdoin's graduation was long.
6. David is living in Brooklyn.
7. David will be a teacher.

So that is my recap. Now I can blog without the weight of my journey's on me. I will post pictures when I get them online.