First things first! After a crazy last semester of university in which I had yet another crazy exam schedule that brought me to the brink of insanity, I have finally graduated. That's right, someone thought it was a good idea to give me a degree, bitches. Which means I have to retire my current certificate:
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| Aww yeah, platinum status, dawg |
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| Check moi ça! Official in English AND French. |
I did try applying to a couple of physiotherapy masters programs, but they were all NOPE. So that sucked. Maybe if I go over there and smack them in the head with my piece of paper that will convince them that they made a horrible decision. Actually, it might reinforce their decision to not let me in. Bad idea. Anyway. I'll be going to the local university back home now for the next year while I prepare my applications for chiropractic college. I was checking out the information files for the one in Toronto and there was this video and as I was watching, I was all "OH MY JEEBUS IS THAT A CADAVER?!" and then it was a cadaver and I got excited because the guy in the video holding a brain in his FREAKING HANDS. I can't wait to apply. Being a chiropractor would be bad ass. "Oh, hey Mrs Tammy Thompson! You have a sore back? Maybe a subluxation? No problem!" CRACKCRACKCRACK "All better!" Tammy Thompson would be so happy and I'd be standing there all heroic chiropractor-like with my little chiropractor cape gently blowing in the wind from a fan that I would have my receptionist hold behind me. My mission: to help all of the Tammy Thompsons and Gary Gerbers of the world. All back pain and nerve pain will cower in fear at my chiropractic powers!
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| BAMF |
Except, in reality the real enemy is the receptionist...
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| Look at her standing there behind me... that unibrow screams evil. |
And that's the story of my most awesome summer ever.
...except I forgot to tell you the rest.
You know, I suck as a stalker. I totally should have been all up in your comments, demanding locks of hair, then your blanket, then the dress you wore to Sr. Prom. You know what stalkers say, "Hair today, gowns tomorrow."
ReplyDeleteMwahaha. Also, that receptionist looks like she wants to kick you in the backs of the knees. WATCH HER LIKE A HAWK.
Haha, awesome! Congrats on becoming a real grown up :)
ReplyDeleteWAIT aren't you taking that special test that will allow you to go to school at UCSD? Or, you know, any other US university?
ReplyDeleteLac - the Anti-Unibrow Task Force didn't give me the code name Hawkeye for nothin'. Hell, they armed me with a laser hair removal sniper which not only defeats them unibrows, but it allows me to stalk my stalkers.
ReplyDeleteBonzo - Thank you! It took me about a month to put the damn thing in the frame because I didn't want to admit it yet. And then I go and draw myself as a superhero chiropractor... YAY ADULTHOOD!
Jade - YES I AM. UCSD 4 LYFE! GO, umm... TEAM! Also, the MCAT study material is not being my friend and I'm not speaking it to at the moment.
It's the TRITONS! As in: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/3/36/Ucsdtriton.jpg/399px-Ucsdtriton.jpg
ReplyDeleteBoourns for the MCAT being a whore. I hate study materials. KICK IT IN THE CROTCH.