Long Weekend Home

So these past few days were Binghamton University's "Spring Break", which was actually just a long weekend. We got Thursday and Friday off; lucky us.

Long story short, the weekend sucked hardcore balls. I decided that it was time to tell my parents that I don't want to go to medical school anymore. It didn't go too well. I knew it wouldn't go over well; I've been telling them for years med school is what I wanted, even though I've known since Freshman year that it wasn't for me. Still, I didn't think it would be this bad.

First, I told my dad. We were eating breakfast in Friendly's and I couldn't figure out how I was going to segue into it. I decided to just blurt out "I don't want to go to Med School!" His reaction? Anger. Next was my mom. I kinda just said that I had something to tell her, but she wouldn't like to hear it. She asked me to tell her anyway, so I said it. She seemed very calm about it for a while, asking me what I wanted to do instead, and I thought it was all good. Then she started to cry. I asked her why she was crying and she said "I'm just so disappointed. I already pictured you as a doctor." Needless to say, I spent the rest of the morning crying hysterically on the bathroom floor. I've never felt more horrible about myself then I did at that moment. My mom came to me later and apologized for how she reacted, saying that she was just shocked and surprised. But no matter what she says, it doesn't change the fact that I mad her cry from sheer disappointment.

The rest of the weekend was just a series of petty squabbles. Friday was the only good day, because I spent it all with Steeph, away from my parents. We hung out, laughed, watched funny videos, worked with Photoshop, and then ended the night with a double feature of Reno 911: Miami and 300. 300 was AWESOME by the way. I have nothing bad to say about it, but then again I am a sucker for the war epic. Give me a sword and some siege weaponry and I'll give you a golden review. :) Still, I would definitely go see it again in theaters, and that's a rarity for me.

Saturday night was my cousin Diali's sweet sixteen party! She's really grown into a beautiful young woman and I'm so proud of her. I can't believe my baby cus is already sixteen. It seems like just yesterday when she was falling asleep in bed next to me with a bottle of warm milk in her mouth. I hope that in the future, I can use my college experience to help guide her through hers. I only want the best for her, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let her go out into the world without any of the knowledge I've gained so far. I love you Dee.


That's all I got. It's Sunday and I have a Spanish test in approximately seven hours, thanks to my jackass teacher who thinks it's a cool idea to assign a test the day after break. Whatever, I'll knock it out and move on to this week's Chem test. Damnit, I hate Chemistry.