School?

So its been a long while since i posted, and i know that everyone reading this really cares about that. So for a while now i have had a really hard time caring about going to school. This was mostly because i had been going on medical school interviews, and nothing makes the present more boring than looking towards the future. So today, that feeling got a little stronger. I got into Emory, and that was awesome, but already i feel i care about my classes even less. I know, it seems weird that i found the bad in getting into what is one of my top five schools for medical school, but i've had a while to let it sink in, and right now, im writing this instead of writing a paper. Not that i care, because i just got into medical school.

Since i got the good news out of the way, its now time to relate to you one of the funniest stories i've heard all semester. This was related to me in my abused drugs class:
Jarrad, "So needless to say, i'm not exactly up to date on the latest in women's fashion. So i'm helping one of my mom's employees stock shelves at her store in Vidalia when i see these socks that say 'smells like cooter.' And i start thinking what is going on here. So i ask my mom's stock girl 'Why do these socks say "smells like cooter" and why would anyone want their socks to smell like that?' She starts laughing and points at the socks saying 'Jarrad it says "smells like Couture" (co-ture) not 'cooter.' At this point i turned around and went home a little embarrassed."
Reading this, its not as funny as listening to him say it simply because of the accent involved, but you get the drift.

Also, to the Augusta Department of Transportation (if there is such a thing), HAHA I LIVED THROUGH IT. If you have driven into Augusta on I-20 during the past couple months, you know what i'm talking about, and while i didn't see people in the bushes waiting for me to be pasted on the side of a concrete divider, my seventh sense told me they were there. My sixth sense involves sensing when the solar wind is kicking into high gear, but that is another story.