... things medical school has taught me (and yes, there will be an actual story/rant following the conclusion of this sentence, though by "things," I really just mean "thing").
I hate making new friends. I don't suppose I would have ever called myself an unfriendly person, but this past week and the orientation before it has made it glaringly obvious that I don't really like being forced to meet new people. I like the friends I have; I'm comfortable with them, and I don't care to go through the process of making all new ones every time I go to another freakin' school. During orientation, I went to bars on Tuesday night, Wednesday night, Friday night, and Saturday night. The highlight of these outings was leaving. I don't particularly care for bars in the first place (though they are way better than clubs); I don't like beer, and I don't like continually making the same small talk with people I don't know. I understand these things are necessary, which is why I forced myself to do them, but it does not mean that I have to like them. I realized I was pathetic when I found myself looking forward to class a little bit just so I could quit going out on weekdays.
The worse part of all of this is that I only marginally like a few of the people I am hanging out with now, so I'm going to have to get in with someone else if I want to get out of my current group (total hassle). I really like my roommate so far, which is nice since I obviously spend the most time with her, and I like the people in my lab group, etc. The real is problem is these two guys that are always around, one of which I don't really care for, and the other of which I actively, seriously dislike, maybe enough to stop hanging out with all of them just so I don't have to stand in his presence a moment longer. The first guy- whatever- he's just kind of obnoxious, and he takes his cues from guy number two. But guy number two, Charlie, has got to be the biggest douchebag I have ever met. He always says people's names in a loud, high pitched voice when he sees them across the room, he throws food at squirrels while we're eating lunch (what are we- five?), he's always wasted, he thinks he's just about the best thing to ever walk this earth, and he's obnoxiously ingratiating. I can't even describe how much it hurts my soul to be near him. I kind of imagine it's like hanging out with Barney (from HIMYM) except he's not legendary/awesome, and I hate him.
Anyway, sorry about that. I had to tell someone, and I don't know my roommate well enough to be like- I hate this guy. I can't really tell what she thinks about him. Other than that, things are going pretty good. It's only the first week of classes so things haven't gotten too bad yet, though I can tell that'll be coming soon enough. Anatomy's fun: who doesn't like to dissect dead bodies? Answer: this girl in my lab room who threw up twice the first day in.
So to recap: the moral of this story is that I too miss you guys, and not just because you are made of win, but also because I am lazy and made of a little something called no fun.
