Lots of Good Things

Much has happened within the last month, but I didn't feel like writing about one specific event so I guess I'll just give one big update. I have been writing, but all the posts are half finished and didn't seem worthy to be finished or published. That or I'm just heavily paranoid that med school committees are going to Google my name and find this blog so I'm too scared to write about specific details about the application process (I'm scared they'll find a post and take it as how I really wanted to answer those secondary questions.) Usually when you Google my name, you get my LinkedIn page and my Facebook profile. All the other hits are from other people with my Vietnamese name. There's even a psychiatrist in San Jose with my exact name!

A while ago I wrote about moving up to San Francisco. I think it's time to admit that I'll never move up to the city. The cost just isn't worth it, especially with this new living arrangement I have; I sleep over SB's for half the week. It's really nice because I get to spend more time with him, I get to sleep in, and I get to avoid that hour train ride home. Win. Win. And win.

Things with SB have been going very well. I even got his best friend's approval! SB told him about my b-ball skillz and he basically said I was a keeper because I ride a motorcycle, watch college football, and have a pretty good jumper. BANK.

I've made some changes to my lifestyle. I cut out bagels and beer from my diet in addition to cutting back on pastries. I'd cut out baked goods completely from my diet, but my baby sister is always baking. I never stay past 5:30 at work, so now I get home in time to fit in a run around my neighborhood. I believe I said this before in a very old post: I want to be a hip grandma surfing with her grand kids, so I'm trying to take better care of my body. That and I don't want to be like my mom when I get to her age. It scares me to think that I got half of my genes from her. Don't get me wrong. I love my momma. I just don't want to be exactly like her.

I finally took Francesca to the shop. I got an oil change for her, a safety check, and a new headlight bulb. She runs much better now. I also took her on the freeway for the first time! It was scary and exciting at the same time. I was so tense. I felt that if I loosened any muscle, the wind would have knocked the bike over. It is possible to take a 250 on the freeway, but I admit I'd feel much safer with a bigger bike. When I wear down Francesca, I'll probably buy my next bike straight from the dealer. No more hand me downs.

Okay, now I feel like I've wasted your time because let's face it... my life is getting lame. I've got a good flow going in life. Good things are happening, just nothing too exciting. Oh wait, did I mention that SB is taking me to Vegas for my birthday? And to make this post better, I've decided to share a picture. This is me way back in the day. My head isn't so square shaped anymore.