Well I now have the physical proof that this whole messy-love/med-school-admission/sick-mother situation is taking a toll on me. I found my first grey hair. And I’m pretty sure it’s stress-related because it started growing black and then suddenly turned grey. How awesome is this? I’m one heartbreak away from becoming Rogue. And unlike her, I don’t have totally hot Wolverine to save me (or to drool over).
I’ve got to stop stressing. Great. Now I’m stressing about not stressing. Isn’t it some sort of paradox? And given my life-long quest for paradoxical irony, you can only imagine how thrilled I am.
Anyway… I don’t want to seem like some sort of girly slip of a girl, so I went to the last hockey game before the playoffs. We lost and I’m seriously thinking I’m some sort of bad luck charm. Oh and here’s my only girly indulgence about the game: Evgeni Malkin is hot. And the sweetest guy ever. Too bad he’s like four feet taller than me.
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