The funny thing about becoming a physician is that people never stop asking what you want to be when you grow up. It’s a normal question in high school and college – everyone gets it. Then you get to medical school, and you think, “Finally here! I’m gonna be a DOCTOR when I grow up.”
Whew. What a title, right?!
I made this cake for my old Roomz and another good friend from law school after they reminded me that it had been a really long time since they had eaten anything “Kate baked.” So, like, maybe I went overboard trying to impress them is what I’m trying to say…
Isn’t it weird how things happen like that, though? You spend three years seeing a person every day and sharing fridge space and borrowing eggs and telling each other to “PLEASE EAT SOME OF THOSE COOKIES SO I DON’T EAT THREE DOZEN BY MYSELF.” And then, one day, you stop doing that. And suddenly, it’s been six months since your old Roomz has eaten anything you’ve baked.
Ugh, change. Amirite?!
There are a LOT of things on my to-do list and practically none of them involve studying. (By practically none I mean…one of them is studying.)
I need to paint my nails in the spirit of Valentine’s Day. I spent >30 minutes at CVS tonight choosing the PERFECT sparkly pink nail polish. Also buying new mascara (other tube only has 75% left, clearly need more) and trying not to buy candy because obvi it will be on sale in 2 days.
What’s funny is that everyday for the past month I’ve said, “Yeah but TODAY I’m gonna write a blog post.” And then everyday there’s all the studying, and the working out, and the errands, and the Bachelor…and then it’s bedtime.
And now here we are. In February. I can count on NO hands the number of posts I’ve written since December. Because it’s zero. And because I’m the worst. Continue reading
Where in the world does the time go? I’ve been planning this blog post since the end of December and now… it’s the end of January?
Anyway, HAPPY 2014!!! In honor of the new(ish) year, here are Kate’s 14 Things for 2014.
Hannah and I were talking recently and we came to this conclusion:
Adult life is baloney (bologna?).
Except, if we’re being honest, our version was maybe less PG, more PG-13.