News of a friend’s hasty marriage and another’s mind blowing orgy has made me contemplate del fact that the most liberating thing about my recent self is 7 seasons of Sex and the City. About Big. Long and (almost) uncut. This all topped by the nagging thoughts of X-fission, friction and how the fuck I’m going to fit 3 months worth of studying into 10 days.

God, I need to make myself cool again.

I wish the fat monk who stopped to tell me I had a “lucky” face is right. Now that I’m counting on getting lucky soon…

Acing the MCAT of course.