So I opened it-
and here's what Dad sent me: (sorry, picture is fuzzy)-

Yes, that's right, it's Snakes on a Plane.
I don't really care about the movie. I just like the little picture he drew that looks like it was done by a 5 year old.
I don't know why I think that's so cute it's worth posting. Probably because I am the definition of Daddy's Little Girl.
I am super-tired. Work was insane last night. BGH got all worked up in a tizzy because they heard there was a 'gunshot wound to the chest' coming in- turns out it was a SHOCK to the chest (like for cardiac arrhythmias), not a SHOT. Thank god. I did not feel like dealing with a GSW last night.
We also took 25lb of fat off one one lady's belly. She'd lost 100lb, and had extra skin/fat hanging down to her knees- so bad she couldn't walk. So we fixed that. It was very bloody.
I am on vacation now. I should be excited, but I'm not really, since I can't afford to spend my time doing anything but studying. And I know I won't study enough.
The guy in Iraq is supposedly leaving Iraq I think tomorrow, but he hasn't been online at all since I talked to him last saturday. Bummer. I hope everything is ok.
I think I got booty-called last night. At least, what else could a voicemail from 1am saying "i'm on my way to the bar between our houses, wondering what you're up to" mean? I don't think that's ever happened to me before. Too bad I was at work. Or maybe, thank god I was at work.
Have not heard any good news on the interview front yet.
3 rejections. 49 places yet to respond. I'm starting to get nervous. :(
I am cold and tired and a little sick. I feel like I "have to" go out tonight, since it's saturday night, but I kind of feel like just cuddling up on the couch with season 2 of grey's anatomy, popcorn, and a cozy blanket. Fortunately Brad The Landlord fixed my broken outlet today. It required sawing through the floor of the attic and all sorts of craziness.
I think I will go iPod shopping tomorrow. That's sure to make me feel better, right??
Ok, enough random shit for now.
Have a good weekend peeps!
A
p.s. Tony! Wii Party!!
ok, "care package" is an overly romantic term. It was a scarf that I forgot at home, and a christmas ornament that mom wanted to get rid of. And snakes on a plane, of course.
i never got one of those :(
actually, that is hysterical. i'd love to get some random crap like that. especially that you still get care packages! holy crap i haven't gotten one of those since sophmore year.