june ninth.

I suck at updating, but I know that once I hit "new post" words just come so easily. I really hope I keep this creative side of me going through med school. Not being nonchalant or anything, but I really don't have a creative side to begin with. I draw stick people. My five year old sister expresses herself better than me in her kindergarden art projects than I ever have. My cousins, Denis and Julie, have such ridiculous talent that I actually have to tell myself to stop being jealous and appreciate what I see before me. Seriously. I guess I was never really encouraged to doodle or express myself through art, so I know(ish) why I'm like this. But I can write. (this TOTALLY reminds me of natalie's video! hahahahahaha) Or I like to think I can. And I enjoy it. Blog updates and deep facebook messages remind me this is true, and I need to keep being reminded. It is much too easy to fall prey to the cold, scientific reasoning of anatomy, where this are one way and that's that. Or the technical measurement of bile production in physiology, where the only time they aren't so are when there's something wrong with your liver. 

I need to continue listening to music that nurtures my soul and makes me walk with a little more bounce in my step. I need to continue doing what makes me happy, because I have a long way to go before I finish med school, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be one of those doctors that has hella cold hands when they listen to your heart under your clothes, or that asks you if you smoke pot as they're checking your ears in a menacing voice (true story, yo) No thanks, that's not me.

I've been slacking in the school aspect, like studying-wise, but excelling in the smoking and having good conversation aspect of it. As I walked home tonight with a slight beer buzz, listening to the cacophony that is traffic in Bucharest, and wind whipping at my skirt's hem, I realized how much I'll miss this once I'm back home in Sterling Heights. The only movement there is the thudding of my internal organs as some daddy's-boy Chaldean drives by in his bad ass beemer. I'll have a curfew there, along with responsibilities and probably also a normal sleep schedule. (I KNOW, right?! who wants that... screw you, circadian rhythm!) 

Maybe I need that, though. I need to stay grounded (not literally, GOD please not literally) and remember that nine months ago that was my life. And I need to process this, and deal with it for about a month and a half. I don't mean to make it sound that horrible, I just mean that it'll be so weird to have to ask for permission to go out, and be quiet when I come back, and NOT at five in the morning. I really, really like my freedom here. I hope I'll do well enough to pass all my exams, then it'll kind of feel like I deserve it.

Last night I met up with my friend Yolie and had a few beers at this outdoor patio bar located ON A ROOF. I reallllly wanted to get close to the edge and pull a Lonely Island... "everybody look at me, 'cause I'm standing on a ROOF!" myeah, I didn't. It was drizzling, but we smoked a joint (it's legal here, and I have no moral objections, so shut it.) so I was like comfortably warm. It was just too perfect. I experience so many moments here where I want to bottle them, because they're just so good. After we went back to her place and stopped to get a burger and fries at this 24-hour stand that makes SUCH good food. Like, you know the Spongebob episode where he puts ketchup smileys on the pickles and tucks them in with cheese? Yeah, this guy was like putting lovein my food. SO cute. We went back to her place and ate and smoked some more, got home at around 4.30, went to bed without brushing my teeth, and had teeth sweaters the next morning : (

Tonight was pretty much the same as last night, sans pot, plus finding this fantastic store and buying two pairs of earrings. Tomorrow (today, actually. It's 1.56 am) I have a biochemistry exam that I thought was next week... but we can take it today, and since I have to take both semesters' worth, I was talked into taking one tomor... today. So I should maybe stop singing along Mika's Relax remix... I am ashamed. And start freaking studying! Maybe. But before I go, music wise, I'm really feeling the Junior Boys (Alex Smoke remix) of Too Young. I've loved this song for so long, but the remix is like seven minutes, and perfect for smoking or contemplating life while on the subway or people watching over a beer or five. 

moar updatez later, kbaiiiiiiiiii

xox,

loveacrosstheocean <3

[photo caption: new earrings! They have sunflowers painted on, and are hand made out of clay.]