Judge me not lest I come kick your ass.

I took the MCAT practice test and I suck - I REALLY suck - I suck worse than I'd imagined - I suck like a Dyson on meth. I wouldn't have gotten into UNLV med!
Now its personal........

Back to School

I decided to apply for a part time position preparing kids for MCATs - a friend had suggested it and it seems a good idea. It would bring in some spending cash, give me something to do and it might even be fun. I visited the Princeton Review website and proceeded to fill out their questionnaire, submitted a resume and was about to nonchalantly click on the button that would send me to the admission test, when I paused. Would this be a test of my personal MCAT aptitude? When was the last time I took an MCAT anyway? Never. Hmmmm - maybe I should research this test before I fall flat on my face at the first step.
So, it was off to the library in search of MCAT practice test manuals. Now this, in itself, was quite an experience. Having spent many, many years studying, training and educating in science, one would assume I'd have detailed knowledge of the inner workings of libraries, yet in each of the institutions I've been at, I couldn't tell you where they are.
A remembered exchange when at Cornell;
Me (to an undergrad student working in the lab): Can you copy an article for me from the library please?
Her: What is it?
Me: It's a big building in the middle of campus with books in it.
I did, however, find an MCAT test book and proceeded to check it out - then I realized I'd have to check it out! I actually had a library card, since S had dragged in there some time before, and it turned out to be quite painless and easy.
Anyway, its just as well, since I clearly need some serious revision time before taking this application test. On the very first passage they got two of the seven questions wrong! Its gonna take some time to figure out just what kind of answers these morons are looking for. I'm gonna take a practice MCAT exam tomorrow morning - they better not question any of my answers.

Leaving Color.

We drove up to LA yesterday to visit S's cousin, family and a bunch of friends on the occasion of "Holy", a Hindu celebration that I have no idea what the history of is. Got there around midday in time for conventional party-style stuff - lotsa delish indian food, beer and so on, after which was to come the "Festival of Colors" part of the party. I knew about this in advance and had purposefully worn one of my better linen shirts, to enable my justifiable excusing from the event. Naturally our hosts found an expendable T-shirt - I was not to escape coloring - no one was.
After clearing everything - everything! - away from the back garden, evnts started with a water fight. Water balloons, buckets of water, just the plain old hose - lots of running and screaming from kids - and more from grown ups (the water was freakin freezin). Then came out the bags of brightly colored paint powder - pink, red, orange and yellow - the object being to "paint" as many people as possible. Soon we were a blurred, multi-colored mass and, oh no, it dunn't wash out, uh uh.
Really it was a lot of fun - the kids enjoyed it tons - as did the grown ups. Those who'd grown up in India I think enjoyed the tradition and memories it evoked, the rookies enjoyed the strangely extreme yet fun nature of the festival. Though one guy was quite seriously contemplating just how the hell he was gonna drive home without seriously depreciating his car's value (this is, after all, Bel Air).

This morning i woke up a fairly bright pink, the red, orange and yellow having transferred to the sheets. Running late for my appointment with my therapist I took a not-long-enough shower, emerging still largely pink, and set off for Hillcrest. Now, Hillcrest is to san Diego what the Castro is to San Francisco, so I didn't feel too out of place, but I always like to keep a low profile at Psychiatry Outpatients! Another shower later and most of the pink's gone - except the toe nails, which seem to have a permanent nature to their coloring. Now, don't get me wrong, I have no issues with what others think about me in terms of my sexuality or anything - it matters nothing to me - its just that if I were to ever paint my toe nails, they would NOT be pink. They'd be some kind of metallic hue, like bronze, or maybe copper.