Shat

Lab absolutely didn't work and Professor was completely clueless and nobody knows what's wrong with our oscilloscope, so Nikita goes, "I know what's wrong. Hell just shat on us. That's right; it shat on us."

I haven't laughed that hard in what seems like forever.

Maybe it's just the system. Maybe it's their actual incompetence. Either way, I am feeling an extremely strong hatred towards doctors.

For some dang reason, I always have experiences where I go in, obviously because I couldn't handle my symptoms at home, and get sent home with nothin but a recap of my symptoms, a large bill, and facts I could have found on Google. I know I should be thankful that nothing's physically wrong with me, but really? That's the best you got to help me feel better? I really am skeptic of your compassion. Is it that you really care for me and want to help cute me? Or is it to win over my heart so I can help pay your bills?

Maybe that's one of the reasons why I wanted to become a doctor so badly. So I could prove to myself that there are doctors who care about their patients and not their patients' money.

Sigh, mini rant over. My poor baby is still suffering and after waiting 2 hours, he's sent home exactly the way he came. I finished watching "Warm Bodies" in the waiting room and still no results. I don't know if you walk away happy thinking you just made easy money or if you're sad that you didn't help him at all but make him feel more uncomfortable by probing him?

F... I'm ranting again. G'night, or should I say, good morning. Ugh. #helplessness

Part 2 of this morning's dream

The dream transitioned to me and Michelle and Jodie and Jessica making macarons at some really fancy, nice school, then we went across campus to make some more, but chocolate ones this time in another classroom but then the bell rang for class so we packed up and were about to go when we remembered that we didn't take the macarons out of the oven yet from the other room! So me and Jodie ran back, but halfway, I realized I forgot my backpack so I went back for it and told Jodie to just keep going because her knee hurt but she insisted in not leaving me and I was really thankful for her. We ran back, got my backpack, and the dream ended.

Meeko just got fixed and he's the saddest dog ever right now and I'm the saddest dog owner ever right now. ):

Took Meeko to the medical center.

Worked out with my parents.

Went grocery shopping.

Had lunch with my aunt and her family.

Washed three cars inside-out.

Picked up my lil pooper.

And the day isn't even over yet...

Oh, the things you do when you get up at 6 in the morn. (:

I sometimes wonder if you know I love you as much as I do.

"All night long, baby slow down the song..." (;

Guilty pleasure as my homework jam. <3