I have not done anything productive today except for the brief half hour I had spent drawing a near believable 3D box and claiming it as "perspective drawing". I hope that amused you as it did leave my sister, who was frantically walking around the house cleaning everything up, as you may have guessed it : Not really that amused.
We had planned to go out and watch The Constant Gardener today, the plan was to watch it yesterday, but you see, the problem is that I'm fourteen, making me one year shy of the 15 Rating they have here.
It's sweet and all the law wanting to protect children from so called "nudity" (oh just because Rachel Weisz was pregnant in the movie and Ralph Fiennes was all lovey dovey with her)but believe me, I had seen more nudity in a day after spending time at the Tate Modern Gallery.
So, since my sister doesnt want them to card me- "Identification please?", she decided maybe we should go to the British Library or National History Museum. But then again, since she was having temporary-obsessively-compulsive-neurotic-yet-not-properly diagnosed-disorder-that-probably-doesn't-exist-anyhow, I told her I wouldn't mind staying home today as long as we did something productive tomorrow.
Which was not much of a lost since I watched, well, The first and half of the second season of Grey's Anatomy in the past 24 hours? And if I were more mad and foolish due to influence of the show, I would proudly puff my chest and say I'm going to be a doctor 'cause after episode after episode, I can say I know how to intubate a patient. Or tell if a malignant tumour is benign or cancerous. Or sprout out big long explanations about why things turn out the way they are from an MRI scan.
If I get through school, get a a scholarship, do crazily well in my pre-med course, spend five years in Med School......
Conclusion is : I should go out and take a walk, never watch two seasons of a tv show back to back EVER AGAIN, and wake up to smell the coffee that I'm fourteen in a normal instituition, and stop procrastinating whatever it is I am procrastinating... especially the whims of my bladder.
Its quite whimsical, I feel like peeing, but I couldn't be arsed to go to the bathroom.
I shall also touch on the fact that if I were a simpler person, who had not much exposure, I would have concluded that after watching many seasons of medical tv shows is that despite the hellish ride to the way to becoming a real doctor, all doctors end up having more sex than any other profession. And oh yeah, despite having to wake up at 4.30a.m to do your rounds, you most probably spent your night off at a bar. Which was the place that happened to be where every other doctor went to too.
Which is nice, but truth is, tv or reality, when it comes to blood, gore and guts, I think I would make a shit doctor.
We had planned to go out and watch The Constant Gardener today, the plan was to watch it yesterday, but you see, the problem is that I'm fourteen, making me one year shy of the 15 Rating they have here.
It's sweet and all the law wanting to protect children from so called "nudity" (oh just because Rachel Weisz was pregnant in the movie and Ralph Fiennes was all lovey dovey with her)but believe me, I had seen more nudity in a day after spending time at the Tate Modern Gallery.
So, since my sister doesnt want them to card me- "Identification please?", she decided maybe we should go to the British Library or National History Museum. But then again, since she was having temporary-obsessively-compulsive-neurotic-yet-not-properly diagnosed-disorder-that-probably-doesn't-exist-anyhow, I told her I wouldn't mind staying home today as long as we did something productive tomorrow.
Which was not much of a lost since I watched, well, The first and half of the second season of Grey's Anatomy in the past 24 hours? And if I were more mad and foolish due to influence of the show, I would proudly puff my chest and say I'm going to be a doctor 'cause after episode after episode, I can say I know how to intubate a patient. Or tell if a malignant tumour is benign or cancerous. Or sprout out big long explanations about why things turn out the way they are from an MRI scan.
If I get through school, get a a scholarship, do crazily well in my pre-med course, spend five years in Med School......
Conclusion is : I should go out and take a walk, never watch two seasons of a tv show back to back EVER AGAIN, and wake up to smell the coffee that I'm fourteen in a normal instituition, and stop procrastinating whatever it is I am procrastinating... especially the whims of my bladder.
Its quite whimsical, I feel like peeing, but I couldn't be arsed to go to the bathroom.
I shall also touch on the fact that if I were a simpler person, who had not much exposure, I would have concluded that after watching many seasons of medical tv shows is that despite the hellish ride to the way to becoming a real doctor, all doctors end up having more sex than any other profession. And oh yeah, despite having to wake up at 4.30a.m to do your rounds, you most probably spent your night off at a bar. Which was the place that happened to be where every other doctor went to too.
Which is nice, but truth is, tv or reality, when it comes to blood, gore and guts, I think I would make a shit doctor.
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