Just a few things...

No, I didn't join that Gaiman contest. I'm not depressed that my piece wasn't picked because I didn't submit it. Ha. My reasoning is so messed up.

Yahoo's down. I'm supposed to be downloading slide shows but yahoo's down. Again. So that's another weekend with nothing to study because of yahoo. I'm enjoying it right now; but when Monday strikes, I'll be the dumbest kid in class. Again.

Superman on Imax, and I don't have a ticket. The reservations are full until the end of the month. And M can't watch until August. She did come up with a plan to exploit certain friends for free tickets. Genius.

Dermatolologists are scary. Okay, this is the main point of this entry. The first three paragraphs with bold beginnings are just side thoughts. If this entry was the planet Earth then this and the succeding paragraphs would be the core that melts everything.

I always thought that dermatologists were happy-go-lucky individuals who were all flowers and sunshine. It seems like such an easy specialty. And they have such nice skin and perfect teeth. And then they came and rained their terror upon the earth.

They're very particular about time. Neurologists aren't particular with time. Surgeons aren't particular with time. Radiologists aren't particular with time (in my limited experience of 4 neuros, 3 surgeons, and 3 radiologists). But why are dermatologists so particular with time?!? Is there some kind of dermatologic disorder that neccesitates punctual, uptight dermatologists? WHY?!?

And their faces. They have stone faces. You can't read them faces. Probably from all the botox.

And this is why I won't become a dermatologist: they're too punctual.