I've decided that Fun is not nearly as fun as The Format was and that I'd give my left arm and quite possibly my right leg to get The Format back together. I've also decided that Parmesan Garlic flavored Triscuits (Thin Crisps edition) are wonderful. I don't particularly care that these are probably my dad's and I really don't particularly care that he'll get really angry when he finds out that I've eaten most of them. I've yet to find a pizza with sauce-stuffed crust. This has been bothering me for quite some time now. I've checked countless (3) grocery stores on the Oregon coast and failed miserably. Perhaps it's not to be. I've recently become much more adamant about going back to school. I've been looking into Pre-Med programs and medical schools throughout Oregon and Wisconsin and I've been toying with the idea of specializing in Nuclear Medicine instead of Radiology. Basically I'd be done with school in the year 2020 when I'm 34. I've been getting mixed emotions from my parents. Dad seems to approve and almost seems a little excited for me. This gets me a little more excited myeslf, despite my mother's less-than-enthusiastic attitude about going to med school (("I'll be 63!!")) So, 11 or 12 years from now I may be the doctor giving you a dose of Tc99m-DTPA to look at your brain or some Tc99m-Colloid to look at your bones. Just an FYI. Update: It seems I've forgotten to take out the trash tonight. I sort of wish I had someone to go with me, with the driveway being long and it being close to one in the morning and all. Sheesh.. Not much of an update. Well My friends out in Wisconsin are trying to plan a trip to visit me here. I'm really looking forward to it a lot. It's not until June, since they want to be here for my birthday, so it'll be difficult to be patient. I'm really happy that I was able to make up with friends that I hadn't seen or heard from in years. I still feel bad for letting the things that came between us put our friendships on the line. I'm going to work really hard this time to not take people for granted. I'm a very selfish person, yet.. No one else seems to see it. Or, at least, they don't mention it. In the past, it seems that people tend to avoid confronting me with any issues they have. This makes me way too critical of myself. Guh. When did this turn into this? I don't know. I'm going to go take the trash out. Keep me in your thoughts. Keep late-night axe murderers and hungry mountain lions out. Thanks.