Enrolment

So I went to school to enroll and get my class sorted... and like I thought, no one in the med-school stood out to be particularly attractive. I mean, I guess you had to sort-of-study to get into medicine, but goddammit they all looked like colossal nerds. They really didn't select med students based on looks, huh.

Which made me think I should've enrolled in fashion and design or something--- not that fashion guarantees attractive people, but at least they'd dress nicely? Fwah, idk man. It's hard getting used to "big school". Some of these people are like... legitimately old. 30-40, in the same class as I am, studying the same thing. I guess it's never too late to pursue your true passion...but it just feels weird.

I guess my life plan of getting into med school to marry a hot doctor and leech off them for the rest of life failed before it got anywhere. I couldn't really see any hot doctors around, since there were no mirrors (see wut I did thar?) But seriously, I didn't think it'd be that bad.

Well, I guess the only thing to look forward to now is med school itself. Hopefully what I learn will be interesting enough to keep me entertained--- or at least be sophisticated enough so I can continue being a pretentious douche. Life will work itself out... it always does.

Anyway, I'm super-excited about this whole moving away thing. Like, my excitement almost dies, but then my mother decides to throw a hissy fit and act like a complete bitch, and I get all excited about moving away again. Same goes for Dad. I'm just so sick of everyone yelling their heads off in this house, always in anger. It's funny because my parents both accuse the other of being mentally unstable, using the exact same phrase. And I'm somewhat amused, because I'm like, huh, no wonder you guys are still together, there's still some sync left, in a way.

...I guess me being amused by my parents fighting is a sign that I'm going batshit insane. Better leave soon!