<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:19:37.184-08:00</updated><category term='wisdom teeth'/><category term='happy ending sundae'/><title type='text'>the things i find funny that no one else does</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mister Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114475135859759339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-7069384710570470233</id><published>2008-10-31T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:00:16.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>i have a headache today. i think it is because, for the first time during my little vacation, i stayed up way too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a movie on netflix online about a guy who has a stroke and has that locked-in syndrome. he apparently blinked out a book to someone and this movie was based on that. it was pretty good. sad, a little freaky. made me realize that it would SUCK to have locked-in syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kitty bopper kept trying to wake me up but i stood strong and slept until around 11:30. i thought maybe some coffee would help my throbbing head but the coffee maker was all smelly and moldy. i tried to clean it out but then the coffee i made tasted like soapy mold. i still drank a little before dumping it but i will probably puke later from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is an absolutely gorgeous day today. it's the worst possible day to oversleep. but i will try to enjoy the rest of it as best i can. i am going to hit some tennis with laurent and then maybe take a jog. then it's off to mattapoisett for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing. i got this awesome thing for kitty. it's a little water cooler with a bowl attached. i wish it plugged in and kept the water cool. she prefers cool water. that's why she likes to drink from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-7069384710570470233?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/feeds/7069384710570470233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843544746846948603&amp;postID=7069384710570470233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/7069384710570470233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/7069384710570470233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/2008/10/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>Mister Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114475135859759339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-8238185114937567259</id><published>2008-10-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:12:42.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>i am in the beginning of a 2+ month hiatus from structured life. in the coming months my job is to take step 2 of the boards, interview for residencies and discover the meaning of life. before i say anything else, i'd like to share a funny thing called the nietzsche family circus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.losanjealous.com/nfc/"&gt;http://www.losanjealous.com/nfc/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at that last post from when i was on surgery. oh dear. i guess surgery was pretty tiring but, looking back on it in its entirety, it doesn't seem like it was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to go into family medicine and do primary care. this is my final answer and i am happy about it. now i have to figure out which program i want to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i am going to start facing this day. i think i will exercise while listening to spanish learning cds. maybe read harry potter. renew my gym membership. time off eventually makes me crazy so i'd better enjoy it while i am still sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-8238185114937567259?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-3550706398756402617</id><published>2008-02-20T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:01:24.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surgery</title><content type='html'>it is 9:56 pm and way past my bedtime these days. felt the urge to post something to verify my existence. i am hanging on precariously here in week 7 of surgery. no sleep on call destroys me. i am doing trauma now which is a good change of pace. still the hours are too much, i feel stupid often, etc. i also just had a nasty stomach bug feature fever, chills and the works. hard to be sick while being this busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see the light at the end of one of many long tunnels i am going to pass through in my medical training. specialty of the night has returned to emergency medicine. it will be back to primary care tomorrow, then cardiology and then psych and then back to er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing funny to say tonight. tomorrow i turn 30. i have wasted a good portion of my life i think. hopefully i won't waste the next 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-3550706398756402617?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/feeds/3550706398756402617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843544746846948603&amp;postID=3550706398756402617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/3550706398756402617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/3550706398756402617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/2008/02/surgery.html' title='surgery'/><author><name>Mister Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114475135859759339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-97500320249427681</id><published>2007-11-21T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:15:40.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>allgos is the new caffe dolce</title><content type='html'>i am so pleased with this new little bar / dessert place on shrewsbury street.  it is so much cooler than caffe dolce.  it gives me one more thing to do for a pseudo-fun non-bar activity with people.  they were playing the best chick music there.  let me also say that this song "bubbly" by colbie somethingorother is the best song on earth.  i eat shameless pop music for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.allgoslounge.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got rid of my digital cable box in an effort to pare down my life and save money but now i don't know what the hell i am watching.  i desperately need tivo or something.  what i actually need is freedom from television, but i am too addicted.  sometimes i wonder if i'd be happier without my computer and tv.  i would certainly read a lot more and maybe i'd get out more.  or maybe i would just be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i used america online at my friend adam's house millions of years ago.  i stayed up until like 3 am chatting with someone named maggiep21937 or something.  i thought she was going to be my next wife.  i liked the little jingle it made when i got a message.  little did i know that jingle would also spell the end of normal communication for me.  bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend jack had a baby.  well, his wife did.  i am so happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying my hand at online dating again these days.  it has been a bit of a letdown so far but i am continuing to try.  it's good practice to go on dates i think, but it's also very tiring.  having to explain my life to people makes it seem boring.  i wish people would just like me without me having to say anything.  things take so much effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also come to the conclusion lately that the natural flow of my life was interrupted at age 11.  it sucks.  everything was moving in a normal direction and then everything got all out of whack.  when will i set it back on track?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-97500320249427681?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-3408216113984773256</id><published>2007-10-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:36:40.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nurses, death and basketball</title><content type='html'>ok.  i guess i'll write in here again.  today i went to this african community tutoring thing to play with kids.  i ended up getting roped into a 4 on 4 basketball game with a bunch of big black guys who were really good.  i am TERRIBLE.  i threw up some nice air balls and bad passes and then, as if it couldn't get worse, i split my pants going up for a rebound.  how awkward.  but the goal was to do something that doesn't involve me dwelling on my own weird life for a few hours on a saturday.  it wasn't very fun, truth be told, but i tried hard to boost the self-esteem of this little 5th grader named harrison who is really good at math.  maybe i made some small contribution to the goodness of the universe after splitting my pants and getting schooled on the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was sitting at a computer at a nurse's station yesterday afternoon when this mid 20s nurse walks by and says "hell no i'm not getting pregnant until i marry a doctor!"  she noticed that i heard what she said and i chuckled.  then all day i tried to avoid eye contact with her when i walked by her station because she was giving me these kind of weird embarassed looks.  anyway, this girl was a bit cheesy with some inappropriate red streaks in her hair.  i hope i don't have to deal with her every day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i saw a person die for the first time on thursday.  it was quite a surreal experience.  my resident and i were walking around and there was a code in a room.  i guess doctors that are walking by have to come help.  so we went in and this woman was laying on her bed with a bunch of people around her limp and blue and lifeless.  apparently her heart stopped but she was DNR but not DNI so they had to try to intubate her but couldn't shock her heart or do chest compressions.  it was sad because they kept ventilating her like 15 minutes after her heart had been stopped and had no chance of starting again.  i guess that is the first of many people i will see die.  what an odd, sad, creepy and strange situation.  but i didn't puke or pass out which was a good sign.  but i did feel kind of hung over and lousy the next day.  sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?  my apartment is a shithole right now and i am trying to muster up the energy to give it some order.  i also think i should do some reading for medicine out of my textbook.  it's a nice day out, but i like resting on the weekends.  i did my outdoor time with those kids i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114475135859759339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-5116421133634582034</id><published>2007-10-06T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:47:29.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>medical school</title><content type='html'>it's been many months since i last used this blog.  thanks to julie for reminding me of another way to waste my free time.  i am now about 3+ months into 3rd year of medical school and it's going pretty well so far.  i did pediatrics and psychiatry first and now i am doing medicine.  my team on medicine is pretty bizarre thanks to a gunnerificky intense resident running the show.  i am learning a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i really have much funny to say right now.  actually, i have a lot of funny stuff to say about life, hospitals and such but i am too tired.  so maybe i'll write more soon.  or maybe i will write more in 6 months and this post will seem senseless.  or maybe it doesn't matter because only angela lo currently knows about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-5116421133634582034?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/feeds/5116421133634582034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843544746846948603&amp;postID=5116421133634582034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/5116421133634582034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/5116421133634582034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/2007/10/medical-school.html' title='medical school'/><author><name>Mister Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114475135859759339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-7172516493073900485</id><published>2007-01-01T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T12:05:19.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year of dave</title><content type='html'>so one of my resolutions is to use the f word less.  it sounds trashy.  it's so hard to withhold using it sometimes though.  i think it is good to have some sort of new year's resolution.  i quit smoking around four years ago and that was a successful example of resolutions.  no one ever actually quits on new year's eve but i did.  good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cleaned my apartment and it looks pretty nice.  unfortunately i can't find the charger for my digital camera battery.  that is pretty much ruining the feeling of success after the cleaning.  i think it's probably in my car or at my parents' place.  i let little things like that mess with my peace sometimes.  what can i do about it?  oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year is going to be pretty intense.  a spring of attempted academic change followed by the boards and some real experience in hospitals.  why do they have to call it "the wards?"  i don't like that.  it makes me scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started to listen to rap a little bit.  i have been looking for new music to accompany my white boy tastes.  it's fun.  i will always be a white boy at heart, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow classes start again.  i don't like when people bitch about going back.  i don't really mind so much.  it is my job right now i suppose and i don't do so well with free time.  however, i think i should work with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new favorite game.  it's called hoop fever and it resides at the boston billiards near gold star boulevard.  i love it and i want to play it for my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to preparing my life for a new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-7172516493073900485?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/feeds/7172516493073900485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-4998688695283880369</id><published>2006-12-29T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:56:22.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sort of shitty book</title><content type='html'>i just read a sort of shitty book.  it was called the velveteen principles: a guide to becoming real.  it's a book about how to become "real."  there were some interesting points and all, but it just felt so empty.  the category on the jacket was "self help / gift."  how can "gift" be a genre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the real problem with the book was not the subject matter.  the problem was that she presented these very simple and clean examples of problems and solutions.  a person is superficial and then sees the truth and everything gets better.  this is what used to piss me off about people when they talked about how anti-depressants helped them.  everything sucked, then i took zoloft and my eyes opened up.  things just don't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that change is a zig-zag rather than straight line.  things get better and then they get really fucked up again.  then they get a little better and then a lot better and then a lot worse.  you make mistakes and sometimes repeat them like 25 times before learning the lesson.  this is my experience at least.  hopefully the net progress is forward over time.  maybe i am just the exception to the rule but i really don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's eve is on sunday and i really don't have any plans.  i don't really like new year's eve.  i guess i get all worked up about it since i feel like i have to.  it's just another night.  i am worried that i will get depressed if i don't do SOMETHING.  we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little low today in general, but i am trying to keep my head up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-4998688695283880369?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/feeds/4998688695283880369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843544746846948603&amp;postID=4998688695283880369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/4998688695283880369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/4998688695283880369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/2006/12/sort-of-shitty-book.html' title='a sort of shitty book'/><author><name>Mister Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114475135859759339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-8136288759602030330</id><published>2006-12-24T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:20:31.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home for the holidaze</title><content type='html'>greetings. welcome to post number two. in a manic eight hour session yesterday, i recorded a ten song christmas album for my family. i don't have any of my own money so i don't see buying for my parents (who give me money) very useful to them. hence the thoughtful gift approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless, now i am listening to this cd and tearing my vocals apart. i am so critical of myself. there are some great moments on this cd but there are some real nightmare vocal tracks. i think i was getting worn out by the end and i didn't choose the right key for a few of the songs. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as soon as my exams were over, i became completely confused about what to do with my time. i read about ten pages of a book. i went for a couple of runs and lifted some weights. now i am going to visit my family. after that, i have no clue what i am going to do. i have never been one to use my idle time well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and new year's eve?!? good lord. what should i do with my least favorite night of the year? as an ex-drinker i feel a bit lost usually and can't find anything fun to do. last year was great though. i went and saw martin sexton play in northampton. it was probably the best new years ever. this year maybe i'll sit home with kitty bopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should shower so i can leave. nothing funny this time. maybe next time i can address some of my topics. i can add to my list a discussion of the retards who were clogging up the exit to the greendale mall a few days ago. goodness me! merry christmas(ukkah).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-8136288759602030330?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/feeds/8136288759602030330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843544746846948603&amp;postID=8136288759602030330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/8136288759602030330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/8136288759602030330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-for-holidaze.html' title='home for the holidaze'/><author><name>Mister Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114475135859759339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843544746846948603.post-6912598301576643870</id><published>2006-12-20T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:19:35.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy ending sundae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><title type='text'>a lovely new day</title><content type='html'>well. today, as usual, is the first day of the rest of my life. despite the cold, it is sunny and winter-like outside and it makes me feel ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a tendency to bypass my internal censor at times and just say whatever the hell pops into my head. today as i sat spewing out my verbal diarrhea to a bunch of most-likely disinterested listeners, someone mentioned that i should start a blog. i am several years behind everyone else by starting one, but it's not the first time i have been behind the times. i joined myspace about a year too late. i used to routinely make fun of people with nalgene water bottles and ipods and now, of course, i own both. (side note on nalgenes: i just have to put it down officially in my blog that i hate myself for having one of these things. it is such a social class status symbol. when was the last time you saw a construction worker with a nalgene? i should burn or melt mine or something.) so, alas, now i have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long will this blogging phase last you ask? good question. most likely you will be reading this post several months past the current date and there will probably be no further posting. maybe there will be one or two more but that would be a real shocker. if i keep it up, then that's great. i wonder if i really want to share personal details of my life in a googleable medium. i doubt anyone will know who i am or really care so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i finished my last exam for the first semester of my second year of medical school. it was a shit show. my apartment is a wreck. i have no groceries. i haven't exercised in almost two weeks. i slept for two hours last night. i have to go to the frigging dentist tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the dentist. this means that i have to brush my teeth really well tonight and tomorrow morning. i will most likely floss both times and my gums will bleed. i will then rinse with the green flavored target brand listerine shit and nearly puke into the sink. when i get to the dentist, they will most likely yell at me for not having taken care of my teeth. i will, once again, promise that i will change my ways. they will, once again, advise me to have my wisdom teeth removed. i will receive a referral card for two oral surgeons in the area that i will put somewhere in my apartment and forget about. my wisdom teeth really need to come out but i am so afraid. they have been telling me to get them out for like ten years. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to think about what to do for christmas gifts. my mom always tries to make it a "no gifts" year but still manages to pile inordinate amounts of crap under the tree. i am planning to rerecord a bunch of the songs i have written over the last five years and put them on a new cd. i wonder if i will have time time or energy to do this. it would be really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i have anything else to say. i plan to use this blog (if i use it at all) as a container for my varied stupid ideas and comedic bits that only i find funny. things to come back to at a later date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the friendly's happy ending sundae (with meal)&lt;br /&gt;2. feliz navidad&lt;br /&gt;3. student ids at medical school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can think of for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843544746846948603-6912598301576643870?l=misterdills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/feeds/6912598301576643870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843544746846948603&amp;postID=6912598301576643870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/6912598301576643870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843544746846948603/posts/default/6912598301576643870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterdills.blogspot.com/2006/12/lovely-new-day.html' title='a lovely new day'/><author><name>Mister Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114475135859759339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
