Today my main activity was sleeping. I would like to recap the hours of the day that I have been asleep for you all.
12:00am-6:15am
1:20pm-1:40pm
4:30(ish)pm-8:55pm.
That's what I call productivity. That's a real life graduate school schedule people. Given I was either or class or eating for the other hours of the day. I'm essentially only writing this so that I can feel like I did something besides sit in lecture and sleep today. They say that slow an steady wins the race, but it depends of the race. In whatever race it is that I'm running, and I seem to be winning it at this point, looks like it's going to be won by doing nothing for days at a time and then scrambling to catch up to the pack only to surpass most of them at the very end. I like this race. It suits me. It seems as though my internet stopped working sometime between the time I opened this page and right now, so I may or may not be able to put any silly links in today. Sorry to those of you who only come here to click the links and skim through my shenanigans. This just in-internet temporarily working again.
Speaking of slacking off super hard, we got to pick our future outpatient clinics for the last year of school yesterday. Fortunately for myself, I got to pick mine somewhere in the first 45% of people and I got the clinic that I wanted to go to. And fortunately for my future real patients, I picked the really hard clinic where I'm going to actually have to try on a day to day basis. "Whuuuuuuaaaaaaahh?" you say? "Drew, why did you pick the hard clinic? That's going to cut so far back on your pet rock time and therefore your time that you can write this blog that we all love so very much and can't live without." Well I have 2 responses for both of you who said that (you know who you are):
1) I'm getting an iphone in a few days (hopefully) so I can blog from freaking anywhere
2) If I' still writing this blog in 14 months and you're still reading it regularly then I think we both need to reevaluate our lives. I know things are great now but inevitably my writing will get even more stale than it already is and you'll get busy and I'll realize that I ran out of things to say at about blog #34 and we'll just drift apart like all healthy relationships do. We'll pretend like we haven't for the sake of the children but at some point we'll have to face it and cut our losses and either break up or realize that we're both too old to date again and just be friends with benefits and a shared bank account. Hey, maybe we can even be swingers or something. Don't worry. It'll work out. See, even now you're starting to think these long stories that really don't make any sense in regards to the original topic are less funny than they once were. I can tell. You don't laugh at my jokes like you used to. It has begun.
So I got 27 views from the netherlands yesterday. I can think of 3 things that could have happened here:
1) There's a friend of the blog who told a friend of their's either from or studying abroad in the Netherlands about this site and they thought it was kinda funny and told their friends about it and they read a little bit, giggled, and that'll be the end of it
2) One of my random pictures I put up links to for some reason was popular amongst a small group of Dutch people yesterday.
3) Somebody from the Netherlands stumbled upon (I don't think I'm actually on stumbleupon.com, but I should be. Somebody put me on there) my blog and now I'm about to spread like wildfire through Holland and become their David Hasselhoff, and I'll have to go there and make music videos and meet their president or chancellor or prime minister or whatever they have there and hang out with their soccer team and eventually run for public office. Although this seems like the most likely situation, I really don't think I'm cut out for public office. I'm too maverick-y. Goose would have made a good politician, but Maverick is just no good. Too hot headed. And everybody who has seen Top Gun and knows me immediately makes the connection between me and good old Mav. But really I've just been told that I look kind of like Sarah Palin a couple times. And I'm OK with that. Because I think I would look good in tight leather jackets, and I really love America.
I don't know how many of you have heard about this, but Libyan dictator Moammar Ghadaffi died this weekend. That only means one thing to me personally, and that is that a dictator job just opened! I'm so excited, one of these openings hasn't happened since Saddaam got found in that hold like 6 years ago. I'm scrambling to get my resume together so that I can be considered for the position. What's that? you guys think that dictators just rise to power? Ok, I guess I'm gonna have to spell it out for you. Here goes.
When a dictator job opens, which is pretty freaking rare (that cuban guy is like 130), all the remaining world dictators hold a meeting at Kim Jong Il's house to determine who the next dictator will be. It's not always in the same country, but there is always a steady number of dictators. We like to maintain a healthy number, kind of like how your body maintains blood glucose. Why Kim Jong Il's house you ask? Because the guy can throw a party. What about that face doesn't just scream life of the party? So I've wanted to be a dictator for-e-ver. And you really have to start young, so you can establish yourself and grow into your craziness. Nobody will listen to a crazy old guy unless you've been around for like 30 years. I gotta get my people used to my own brand of crazy, and kinda ease them into it. You can't just walk in at 60 and start demanding candy in the shape of your ears and that all your faucets be edible. You gotta start small and work your way to edible faucets. Ok now I'm stuck on edible faucets. That's a good idea. Admit it. That's going in my long term plan for my dictator resume. Don't you people dare steal it. So yeah, that's the gist of it. I'm trying to be the newest dictator candidate. If they give it to another Asian I'm gonna file a racism complaint with the department of dictatorial decisions (DDD). Just because I'm a white American male doesn't mean I can't be a good dictator. The world is always trying to hold us white american men back. Totally not fair.
Alright well I've been awake for well over an hour now, so it's high time I got back to sleep. Here's your haiku.
sleep for the whole day
dreaming about dictating
for generations
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