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Name: David
Birthday: 9/9/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Updated 11/13/05
I like Chopin, guitar solos, playing Tetris on cell phones, Lucy Liu (but only in Kill Bill), flashy keychains, going 90 MPH on Crenshaw, driving with one hand, finishing a long essay that wasn't BS'd, sucking on Nerds candy until they turn into crystals, the saying "It's like having your cake, and eating it too", scary movies where the kid is either a. possessed or b. sees bad omens from the future, running, listening to someone play piano, seeing a girl brush her bangs and looking totally disconnected with life, every kind of music except techno and metal, jeans and not khakis, reading, writing, musing, worrying, lions, tigers, bears (__ __), accoustic over electric, making someone blush, eating pancakes without syrup, getting an even-numbered math problem right, laughing at Republicans, laughing at Democrats, Christmas presents, Leeeeeeeeroy Jenkins (where'd that come from?), diffrentiating between smart people and intelligent people, getting high-fives, root be...
Expertise: Thinking
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  airwolf087
Member Since:
5/16/2004
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| I'm in a contemplative mood right now. I'm sitting crosslegged on my bed and sipping a steamy brew of green tea. I don't know what it is about tea, but it mellows me out and makes me have this urge to talk about issues that are much bigger than me, like politics or philosophy or a favorite novel or something deep. But after taking about 5 sips of tea my thoughts turned to myself. I realize I'm 22. An adult. And while I'm far from being wise, I realize I'm a lot different than I was 5 years ago. Maturity? Growing up? I don't know what you call it, but I think what makes us adults is learning to forgo your own interests and investing your time, dedication, and love in other people. We're so selfish when we're young. Trendy clothes. Followers on Twitter. Tagging your face in a square box on Facebook. We spend so much time building our own identity that we're obivious to those around us. Instead of treating myself as important, I see my family as important. I see my friends as important. And for the most part, it seems to be working : 0
My tea is out.
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| I missed my shift for Maternity today from 7-11 AM. I feel guilty and stupid at the same time. I thought writing about it would numb my regret but it's really not helping.
Sigh.
It's weird how on some days if you bump into the right people when they're in the right mood, your day is suddenly uplifted. But then there are days (like this) where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and life decides to lay it all on you. But shouldn't a good or bad day rest on my shoulders and depend on how I set my attitude? Or is it really as haphazard as bumping into a friendly stranger or waking up late and missing a Maternity shift?
I wish I was at the hospital right now : (
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| I like music, but there's one song that always scares me. In 1969 the Beatles recorded "I Want You (She's So Heavy)". Near the end the song launches into this repeated chord progression that goes on for a couple of minutes. It's bleak and dreary but somehow it hyponotizes you and drags you into this never ending spiral. You become complacent. It goes on and on and on and you get lost, and then finally, it stops. Everything just stops. And in that brief moment there's this terrifying feeling of vulnerability, like standing at the edge of a skyscraper and looking down for the first time.
It gets me EVERY time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne6ZZTfiQAw
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| It's been a decent summer this year.
I've been commuting to UCLA in my beat up, keyed-to-death black Civic with a cracked windshield. It's been 3 months and routine has already settled in. Drive down Hawthrone Blvd, merge onto 405 North, pass LAX, pass the Howard Hughes Center, get stuck in traffic, pass the 10 freeway, get stuck in traffic again, pass the 101 freeway, exit onto Wilshire, fight nail and tooth to merge into the left lane, take a left on Westwood, right on Charles, blah blah blah, blah blah blah. You begin to anticipate when traffic will hit and clear up, you develop an ESP to drop your cellphone when a police motorcycle weaves in between the carpool lane so you won't get a ticket, hell you even start seeing the same CARS commuting with you in the morning. These nuances creep up on you.
It's an inconvenience to reach UCLA, but at the same time it's pushing me even harder to succeed. I know this quarter I'm taking my first upper div pre med classes--kinda like juggling bowling balls and anvils at the same time. There are so many smart and brilliant people racing alongside with me, and it makes me anxious. GPA, MCAT, letters of rec, research, hospital experience, leadership experience, personal statements...all so you can get your foot in the door for an interview. But if this is the road to medical school, I can't look back...right?
Like I said, anxious.
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| Do you ever get that feeling where you're just drifting? Floating farther away from shore, praying something will collide.
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